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Aberaman, the Playing Fields c1955
Aberaman, the Playing Fields c1955 Ref: A189005
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Year: 1955
Aberaman
Having been born and reared in Aberaman, I spent many hours in the playing fields, even before it was named King George's field. Locally it is known as the hayfield, and even now is a source of pleasure for football and dog walkers. Sadly though, often the childrens playing area has been vandalised and it is no longer safe to 'camp' there overnight, as we once did, with a bottle of water and jam sandwiches! In the picture given on the site, a car can be seen, driving down what was and still is, Tonllwydd. Walking up up this path is lovely, it takes you to ' the line' an old railway track, which once carried coal to and from the local collieries, including Tower. Anyone care to add to memories? Last edited: 18/02/2008 09:16 by Dorothy Charles |
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 Aberaman, the Playing Fields c1955 (ref: A189005) |
Year: 1955
Aberaman
Having been born and reared in Aberaman, I spent many hours in the playing fields, even before it was named King George's field. Locally it is known as the hayfield, and even now is a source of pleasure for football and dog walkers. Sadly though, often the childrens playing area has been vandalised and it is no longer safe to 'camp' there overnight, as we once did, with a bottle of water and jam sandwiches! In the picture given on the site, a car can be seen, driving down what was and still is, Tonllwydd. Walking up up this path is lovely, it takes you to ' the line' an old railway track, which once carried coal to and from the local collieries, including Tower. Anyone care to add to memories? Last edited: 18/02/2008 09:16 by Dorothy Charles |
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Year: 1920s
aberaman flower show
My Grandfather used to be a judge at the Aberaman flower show and others in the area. He also won many shows himself with vegatables and flowers. I have some photographs Posted: 16/09/2007 21:48 by Jean Johnson |
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Haywards Graig Avenue A memory of Abercwmboi, Mid Glamorgan I was named after my uncle who was one of 2 boys, Arthur (my dad), and Maurice. My grandfather and grandmother had converted their front room to a shop which seemed to sell EVERYTHING.....We spent our annual holiday every year at number 5.. and I have many happy memories of visits to the Mumbles.. Porthcawl.. Barry and many more... and also of the many friends we met up with each year. Also... I have relatives, the Hedges family... still there in Abercwmboi?? I would love to get in touch if they are still in the area. Last edited: 28/05/2008 14:55 by Maurice Hayward |
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 Abercwmboi, "Phurnacite" Plant c1955 (ref: A190001) |
Year: 1949
My Young Years In Abercwmboi A memory of Abercwmboi, Mid Glamorgan The first time I saw the photo it brought back very old memorys, because when I got up from bed in the mornings and opened my curtains the first thing I saw was the smoke from the Phurnacite Plant, as we lived in Park View Terrace which was not more than a few hundred yards from the site. The pond in the picture was where we used to swim in the summer and also we did some fishing in the same pond. My memory of the men that worked at the plant was they had to put on this yellow cream on their faces so that the tar would not burn their faces. There were some men who worked on coke ovens who had to were wooden clogs because the heat from the coke ovens was so hot if they had only everyday working boots they would have burnt away because of the heat . Thankfully the Phurnacite Plant is no longer throwing out its smoke and smells any more. Last edited: 11/02/2008 09:28 by David Williams |
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Abercwmboi, "Phurnacite" Plant c1955 (ref: A190001) |
Childhood memories A memory of Abercwmboi, Mid Glamorgan By accident i have just come across this site- shame there are no memories already entered for abercwmboi- As a child I remember looking out of my Grandfathers front door or his bedroom window at the wonderful array of lights coming from the phurnacite plant opposite- also teh smells! In those days (50/60's ) no one realized how bad the place was for our health. My Grandad lived 29 Maple Terrace, and every year we would travel by coach in the early days -then later by car down to Sth Wales for the annual family visit, my Dad having left the viilage after he came out of the airforce at the end of the war. and settled in the east midlands - It was so different to where i was born, and we did enjoy our trips, we did lots of walking up the "mountain" behind Maple terrace.. up to 2 farms - well ruins of - where my dad had collected milk as a youngster in the 20's.....over the cwm (?) where we would wade in the freezing cold waters... the waterfalls were glorious in those days .. there were grass snake chases in the street, and one of the biggest memories is of a shop in the front room of a house just down from my gramdads,it was run by 3 older ladies The Byron Sisters.. and that would be my first port of call each trip..When i walked in they would immediatley say-here's Jessie Prew's granddaughter....here for a holiday are you girl!!! I remember going into the CoOp on the main street- and fetching welsh butter, and my goodness how salty that could be.... I remember going to see Elvis Presley at the cinema and being allowed to buy crisps... in my home town that was a definate no-no....I remember visiting my grandmothers grave down in the cemetry near Mountain Ash - The indoor market in Aberdare - In my teenage years, there was the weekly disco at the club house, and everyone said i was from near london... actually 200 + miles away!...but it didnt matter. the outside toilet, the steep steps from the street up to the front dooor, the same up the garden.. waking up one morning and looking out of my aunt bedroom window which i suppose was on the leel of the garden and there were sheep grazing!! Maybe the biggest memory was feeling part of a community....even for a short period of time. Posted: 25/01/2008 21:58 by Denise Meadwell |
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