Llanerch-Y-Mor

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Notes from our files.

The police office is PC69 Kenneth Edwards of the old Flintshire Force who is talking to Mr Cummins, a local landowner and the year is 1959.
A memory of Holywell contributed by The Frith Memory Archivist

Schools and church

Pantasaph holds many memories for me. I remember travelling from Lixwm with my Mother, brother and sister and going to Sunday Mass at church, also travelling in a pony and trap to attend Midnight Mass. I loved these services, loved to listen to the monks as they chanted before each mass.
I also attended Sy Aloysious High School, then when that closed I went to the local catholic school. I would get a bus from Lixwm to Brynford and then if I was lucky catch another bus in Brynford to Pantasaph. It was a long walk if we missed it, sometimes walking in the rain.
If anyone else went to St Aloyious, my name then was Veronica Hard.
A memory of Pantasaph contributed by Veronica Pearce

Dancing days

I lived in Ysceifiog and used to travel by bike to the dances at the  village hall in Brynford.  I used to meet my friend Betty Davies and her sister Sheila, who lived in Brynford. They had two brothers Gerald and Leonard.  At these dances we had a band and an MC.  It was where I learnt the Gay Gordons and Quickstep and Waltz.  In those days my name was Wyn Parrington.   I met my first husband Frank Hansom from Holywell at the dances.  We married in 1955 and went to live in Rhodesia (now Zambia) in 1957.  I had a wonderful life out there with servants and a nanny.  I learnt to swim and drive.  I had three children and ...read more here
A memory of Brynford contributed by Margaret Wynne

Ffynnongroyw

I read with interest the account of Ken Davies and his childhood memories of the Garth Mill in Ffynnongroyw. We moved to Llinegr Farm on October 2nd 1961 (I was 7) and moved on November 6th 1988 after my father's death. I remember the Garth mill very well but at that time it had become a tyre retreading works and after several years as an empty building is now a pub. We too played cricket in that self same 'Lordys Field' but the danger was not quite so fraught as my father rented it off the Mostyn estate. Every year, all the kids in the village came together to erect a huge bonfire (we used to start making it in September!) ...read more here
A memory of Ffynnongroyw contributed by eryl jones