Pandyrodyn

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Happy Times

During the last war my father served in the Merchant Navy and saw Aberdaron from the sea, that was to be the beginning of many trips and a life-long love of the village.

I started going to Aberdaron at about the age of six and have been going each year since then. My parents, now both sadly deceased, loved it as I do. I cannot imagine a year going by without a visit whether for a short or longer one.

The village itself has not changed a great deal, the post office was behind some cottages that are behind the walk on the front, I think it was designed by the architect that designed Port Marion. There was a ...read more here
A memory of Aberdaron contributed by Susan Bailey

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 ...read more here
A memory of contributed by Eleanor Bristow

Lost childhood

My grandparents Robert and Rosie Hornby built Hawdd Amor in Llangwnadl, and I spent most of my holidays there, even appearing with my sister Joy and my father Don on a Frith postcard of  Penllech beach. Years later, after Robert had died and Rosie moved away and then passed on, my parents bought a static caravan on a filed I only knew as Charlie's Farm just up from Porth Colmon and opposite the Pink Cottages. How I'd love to have a caravan there myself now. My mother let theirs go after my father passed away and now she is gone too. I still have dear memories and would love to share the place with my new bride.

Some of the ...read more here
A memory of Llangwnadl contributed by Ian Hornby

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 ...read more here
A memory of Llanegryn contributed by Bob Boyd