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Glanamman, Main Street 1956
(ref: G249016)
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Year: 1946
Ice Cream Shop
The shop on the left - with the awning down - was known as 'Capanini's' (spelling?) and obviously Italian. They sold the most wonderful ice-ceams, sodas and coffees as well as tea. I remember the daughter there - her name was Bella, and she was a fiery one too, older than me, and by all accounts, typically Italian (as in temper..). Last heard of in Florida somewhere - if info was correct - as family had all died and she was the owner of the shop and the house next door. Opposite, and further up, was the Billiards and Snooker Hall - which in my day had the local barber in there as well - so you could play a game of either, while waiting your turn to have your haircut or shave - or both..
Lots of worries in those days about Polio, and it was suggested that ice cream was a carrier - hence big slump in sales...but I always had several when I was there on my holidays..
The Square (Y Sgwar) as that area was known was a local meeting place for the women to gossip, as there wasn't much traffic in those days - we walked everywhere - Garnant for the Picture House - or down the hill to 'Show Sam,' where I used to watch Cowboy and Indians films..a s well as those Pathe Newsreels about the War (WW11). Walking up to Y Sgwar, after, wasn't much fun.. steep.
Sixpence! - bought you the world in those days..
It was also on Y Sgwar that I met my first two American Army soldiers, as they returned to barracks after the weekend leave, as the train at the bottom of the hill would take you anywhere in Wales or England.
Whenever you saw American soldiers - you ran up to them, and said - ''Got any gum chum?'' - holding your hand out. The much prized stream of chewing gum would pour into your hands - many years later I found out that they were called Chiclets.
I remember to this day - how they laughed when confronted - two smashing, young black soldiers, who spoke to me in a funny way - but were so nice and friendly - never forgot them.. typical Americans, friendly, generous and took time to talk to me, a scruffy urchin type of boy (been playing down by the river..) who spoke a fractured form of English to them - I think that made them laugh even more!!
Wish I knew where they are today - if still alive - happy memories indeed.
They gave me my opinion of Americans, to this day - never changed.
Posted:April 7th 2008 by David Jones.
Last edited: 07/04/2008 10:38 by First Name Last Name
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Glanamman, Bryn Seion Chapel 1956
(ref: G249017)
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Year: 1946
Capel Bryn Seion, Glanamman
My name is David Jones, and I remember this street well - opposite & to the right (out of pic) was the local dairyman, who used to deliver milk from the back of a dog-cart..
Further behind the Capel was the Workmans & Mechanics Institute (just see the side in pic)
Grandfather's name was 'Evan Nathaniel Jones', an ex miner from Gelliceidrim Drift mine, (to the left of the front of the Capel) as well as an ex farmer in 'Llwyncelyn Farm', Heol Grenig.
Miners coming off shift would squat/sit down in front of the gates, waiting for the James (?)bus to take them to Bettws and Ammanford, smoking and talking.
Peaceful and quiet in those days, as the Forest in the distance was where my G/father would take me shooting for pigeons. He was an avid collector of foxes in his day, and would nail up the fox pelt on his barn door to dry, as there was a shilling paid for every 'Brush' - but some dealers wanted the whole pelt - and paid much more.
Almost opposite the Capel Gates was the 'Farmers Arms' selling Buckleys Beers, my Uncle Elfed loved his pint..while to the right of the pub was the local blacksmiths - watched many a horse being shoed there.
The road to the right of the Capel - is High Street, Glanamman. My Grandfather lived there (in 'Iscoed', High Street), as he was the caretaker of the Capel - and my father learned how to play the organ there. Father was 'Mon' - uncle was 'Elfed'.
Next to 'Iscoed' was a clothing shop - and opposite 'Iscoed' was the doctors house, and surgery - who drove a nice Rover car - before he moved down to the station, bottom of the hill. The hill was very steep and dangerous, as at the top you could hardly see traffic coming from the right (if you were in a car) .. many a near squeak there..
If anyone reading this knows of my family - please contact me - very happy to talk about Glanamman, and my chidhood memories. Croeso i pawb.
Posted:April 7th 2008 by David Jones.
Last edited: 07/04/2008 10:42 by First Name Last Name
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