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Aberdovey, Village c1955
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Aberdovey, Village c1955 Ref: A8028
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Year: 1952
Rain or shine Tywyn is fine
I was born in Brynhielog TYWYN, in January 1944. My Mother had taken my brother to her sisters house as it was war time. My dad was a a London Bobby based in Commercial Street Spitlefields. After the war we made the trip back to Tywyn Christmas,Easter and for two weeks in the Summer.We used to catch the Cambrian Coast Express from Paddington, a through train (not like today) The only one who ever had a seat was my Mum it was so packed with service men, we sat on our cases all the way. All my mums family would be at the station to greet us. How I loved the open fields, the walks to the beach and into Bryncrug where my cousin lived. As I got older I was allowed to borrow my cousin Beths bike the freedom I felt after the roads of Londons Hackney. Easter was a great time as the fair would arrive and then a Market on Bank holiday Monday. We would go by train to Barmouth to visit other relations, we loved the sandy beach, and on rainy days I went to the pictures "Showboat,Kiss me Kate ,Seven brides for seven brothers" Tywyn was allways busy with the soldiers doing their National Service in the nearby camp. My older girl cousins would go to the Drill Hall on Saturday to the dance. I dreamed of the day that it would be my turn to go there. But by then they had had stopped national service so I ended up getting married to a Hackney boy. But as soon as we started courting I took him back to Tywyn on holiday as everyone else did he loved Tywyn. I only go back now every few years, my older relations are gone, and I am now a widow but I have made a promise to myself that come Easter 2008 I will be there. Posted: 30/12/2007 20:41 by Eleanor Bristow |
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Year: 1930s
Mixed Feelings
I first arrived in Llanegryn at the latter end of 1939 along with my younger sister and a lot of other kids from my school (St Johns)in Birkenhead. I was eight years old at the time and my sister was six. We were all put into the village hall where people of the neighbourhood came and took us to different addresses. A lady from the next street to me in my home town was with us as she had two girls about 5 and 6 and a little boy under 2 years old. They were chosen along with my sister by Mrs Evans of Gessail Farm, but I wasn`t included. My father told me before I left home "don't let them split you up from your sister (Linda). I stood in the centre of the hall and wouldn`t allow my sister to go without me. Mrs Evans said 'ok, you can come too' and away we went to the farm by Bird Rock. I had a wonderful time there and it was the first time that I had tasted butter and home-made bread, mmm and fresh milk. There were two ladies there called Mrs Evans, John and Evan Evans and a young man called Egrin. It was marvellous collecting the eggs of a morning and watching the cows being milked, some times we were squirted by whoever was doing the milking. At the bottom of the orchard there was a toilet built over a stream with 3 holes in line, (so we could sit together I guess) running water, no less. One day a lot of children from my school (St John's) came around with the teachers and were astonished to find us there, they thought we had gone back home as we hadn`t attended school. We were at the farm for about 5 weeks but had to leave and go into Llanegryn so we could attend school. We were placed with Mrs Davies who ran the post office down by the bridge. After that my sister often sat on the wall of the bridge crying, she was so home sick. We went to the school up the lane and a great place it was, a field to play in for a playground and a spinney where we used to set snares to catch rabbits(never caught any). However our teacher, Mrs Garner from St John's School used to take me out of the class into the cloakroom to comb my head into the sink with a fine tooth comb, I was absolutely crawling, my sister went through the same routine. I can't remember if I had ever had a bath. My Mother came out to visit us and when she saw the state we were both in, she bundled us up and took us back home and was very angry at what had happened to us. Overall we were evacuated for about 10 weeks and we were back home before Xmas 1939, Mum wouldn`t let us go again. We went back to Llanegryn about 10 years ago, we found it a very moving experience. We picked up some slate from out of the river to take back home and a piece of flint each from the gate posts of Gessail Farm, pure nostalgia huh. I have them in my garden now. We met a lady who remembered the "vaccies", she is the cleaning lady for the community hall and lived about the middle house on the side where the telephone box is. We also visited the school after going into the "new" post office, the lady there arranged it for us and we spoke to some of the youngsters there. Overall, I must say that I enjoyed my time in Llanegryn, especially Gessail Farm. Nosta, Bob Boyd. Last edited: 10/04/2007 09:54 by Bob Boyd |
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 Llwyngwril, the Village c1936 (ref: L426054) |
Year: 1952
memories of the village
Having moved back to Shrewsbury, my family and I spent many holidays in the village in the 1950's and we spent many day trips on Sundays in the village, parking by the Friends burial ground and having a picnic lunch and enjoying the sea air and the lovely beach. I would have my Ian Allan railway spotters book and would write down all the locomotive numbers. This exercise gave me a lifelong love of the Cambrian railways system. More recently I have collected postcards of the village and have a total of 110 out of 159 I have traced. Of course Francis Frith were the most prolific of publishers and I am trying to catologue them but have several gaps. I do hope Friths have their own list of Llwyngwril postcards as they were all individually numbered. Last edited: 14/02/2008 09:15 by Tony Russell |
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Year: 1950
Llwyngwril in the 1940's and 1950's
I was born in Shrewsbury in 1940 and my mother and I moved in with my grandmother at tawelfan in 1941. This was opposite the lane that leads down to the beach via the Friends burial ground and alongside another lane that lead up to Llwyn ddu farm and a footpath that took you up and over the mountain. Last edited: 14/02/2008 09:17 by Tony Russell |
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Year: 1920s
Parents marriage
My parents were married in Llwyngwryl church shortly after the First World War. Is the church still there and can anyone tell me where I can find the Parish Records which would have contained details of their marriage? Posted: 06/02/2008 23:10 by Denys Owen |
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