Glyngarth, c1936
Glyngarth, c1936 Ref: G225009
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Caernarvonshire & Anglesey Hospital
I remember doing my nurse training in this hospital 1967-70, it was a beautiful old building, now I believe it is a supermarket, oh dear!!! I wonder is there anyone out there who did training at the same hospital,I am so surprised to see no one has left a memory of Bangor. Last edited: 25/02/2008 09:38 by Delphine Chapple |
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 Menai Bridge, Suspension Bridge 1890 (ref: 23187t) |
Year: 1930s
My Childhood memories of Menai Bridge
My father was born in Talwrn near Llangefni and each year we would go by train to Liverpool and then go to the pier head and board St Tudno which sailed at 10 30 am, dropping people off about 12 in Llandidno then onto Menai Bridge, where we arrived around 2pm. We always looked to see who could see Menai Bridge first, and passing by Bango Pier we knew that my grandparents would be waiting for us with the horse and wagon, then the first stop was to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Tom in Llanfair PG who had a big spread waiting for us [he was a mail man in Llanfair PG]. Across the road from my aunt's was a big rock which we used to climb up with our cousins while the relatives enjoyed the reunion, afterwards we got back onto the wagon and Polly the horse trotted off to Talwrn, which I seem to remember was about 8 miles, it was a long day and we were all tired. The next morning after breakfast we would run down the lane to see Uncle Will and Aunty Maggie and our cousins and play around a stream that ran through their farm. Last edited: 09/05/2008 11:30 by Trevor Williams |
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 Beaumaris, West End 1904 (ref: 53029) |
Names of the people in photograph
The men on the wall are (looking from left to right) Charles Matthews William Matthews Sydney Matthews (Charles's son who died quite young.) The little girl in the background was a Miss Jones who lived at No 1 West End. Posted: 06/04/2006 11:14 by Mr Dm Owen |
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Memories of a happy childhood
I was born and grew up in the little village of Llanfairpwll. Mine was a happy childhood, free of drugs, vandalism and graffiti. Everyone knew everyone in the village, which in those days, over 60 years ago, was predominantly Welsh. We were taught in Welsh at the Infants School. Until one sunny afternoon, the excited English voices of evacuees from the English cities of the North were heard. Each home in the village was allotted their share of these children. The war had come to Llanfairpwll. Very soon afterwards, all the trees in the Column Woods were cut down and hauled away, to be used in the war effort. The grand old house, Plas Llanfair was commandeered for barracks for Army personnel. First came a Welsh regiment. These were followed by a Scottish Regiment, the Lovett Scouts. Their pipe band marching through the village streets were a sight to behold, and it was the very first time I heard bagpipes playing. When the Scots departed, the Yanks moved in. I had never before seen African Americans, or Jeeps, or had doughnuts and chewing gum. But we soon got accustomed to seeing the Americans going about their daily business. Not too many people will know that at this time, the great Brown Bomber, Joe Louis visited the troops at Plas Llanfair to give an exhibition. I think that the Yanks must have taken their leave just before D-Day. My memories of the war were not that unpleasant. We had rationing and gas masks, but the war was never a reality for me as a young boy. Until one night, a German bomber discarded its unused cargo of bombs over the village. The only real casualty was No 8 Maen Afon, which was totally demolished. The other houses were intact and a canary in its cage survived. The other bombs in the stick fell into fields surrounding the village. One fell behind the railway station. The railway station, famous for the long name set up along the platform, played a big part in my growing up. As a young boy, it was from here that we used to catch the Sunday School Trip train to one of the nearby seaside towns, such as Rhyl or Colwyn Bay. It was a very eventful day in our young lives, and we went on this trip annually. I was later to work on the Station as a Junior Booking Clerk, a very happy time in my life. I was surrounded by older workmates who taught me and teased me endlessly. They were all characters in their own right, and I remember them fondly. Names that come to mind are William (Information) Williams, a Porter, who knew a little about everything. There was Will Goods and Will Davies who ran the Goods Yard from what is now the Cafe and Souvenir Shop. The Station House was occupied by the Station Master and his family. This gentleman was always immaculately dressed and always appeared to me as a miniature Welsh Guardsman. All this changed for me early one morning in April 1953. This is the day that I turned round to wave to my mother and father before turning the corner at Miss Owen's shop. Case in hand, I was on my way to the Station to catch a train to Wrexham. It was the end of childhood, a happy one for me. I had been conscripted into the Royal Air Force to do my National Service. I left Llanfairpwll that day with a mixed feeling of sadness and anticipation. In the years to follow, I was to further enlist in the Royal Navy, get married and have a family. I was never to settle back in Wales and my village home. I have lived in Australia for over three decades. It has never felt like home. Home will always be that little Welsh village. It is where my best and sweetest memories stem from. It is where my parents were born, and where they lived out their lives. Home is the little slateroofed house into which my parents moved on their wedding night, and from which my mother moved to another kind of home in the village. She had lived in her little house for over 70 years and had brought her five sons into the world there. She died very recently at 99 years of age. What a host of memories she would have had. During my short and rare visits to Llanfairpwll, I am struck by the many changes that have taken place over the years. It has grown and many of the quaint little cottages have been extended and covered in pebble dash. They in turn have been surrounded by larger and more modern houses. The little green fields, where I romped as a boy, have been taken over by fancy named housing estates. Welsh is still largely spoken, but English can be also heard in the streets and shops. I know very few people that I meet . For an ageing man, an exile, with only precious childhood memories of the place, the changes I see have not improved my village home, which was always perfect. But I consider myself extremely fortunate. I can go away and only retain the memories of Llanfairpwll that I had as a boy, where I lived among careing, kind people. I go away with memories of a happy childhood. Last edited: 17/04/2007 09:10 by Glynne Parry |
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Year: 1963
Llanddona
Went to Llanddona as a baby and still going. Every year we went in the October holiday and stayed for a week. When I was 1year old a cat had attached herself to us and as we left she jumped in the car so home she came. She passed away when I was 21, what an age. The big rock on the beach we always called Grandad's rock. now my kids call it Grandad rock. We spent many an hour sat on top. We always made a swing over the river at the bottom of the hill road but we must have been trespassing because ever other day the farmer cut it down and we put it back up again. We as an extended family now go every summer, my parents have a property there so holidays wil go on for a few years yet. My mum as a child went down to a lady I remember as Aunty Peg, so we are on our 4th generation now. Many memories still to come. By the way I also had my honeymoon down there. Last edited: 07/03/2008 09:16 by Caroline Sherburn (bugg) |
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