Abergarw

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Roberts family (Romany)

In 1918 my great gran's father Samson Roberts, a horse dealer, was injured during a horse race on the 'Golden Mile' near Aberkenfig. He died of his injuries at home in Dunraven St, Aberkenfig. His wife, Mary Ann, was a tiny lady and they had 11 children.  His brother Joey 'Jockey' Roberts owned a scrapyard in Aberkenfig.
A memory of Aberkenfig contributed by rebekah markham

Going home for lunch

I am on this photo. I am one of the three girls in Grammar School uniform. The time on the clock, I believe, is 12.40 so we must have been going home for lunch. Not many people used to go home for lunch but we used to walk together. Hazel Jones (in the middle of the group) was about to cross the road to go over the old stone bridge to Sunnyside Rd. But Lorna Jones (on the left) and I used to walk all the way up Newcastle Hill to Cefn Glas. We got plenty of exercise in those days! My name then was Marilyn John. I was 12 years old at the time. ...read more here
A memory of Bridgend contributed by Marilyn Jones

granny

I remember going to see granny and grandpa every
evening with my father george John. She lived in Barry
in south wales. My grandpa was a lay reader.

I am doing my family history, and my granny was born in Coity
her father and mother used to have a chemist shop in Caroline
st . Can anyone help.
A memory of Bridgend contributed by wendy john

Mum and Me in Bridgend !

I have the original post card of this picture, bought in 1950 by my Mum. I was delighted to see it was one of the Frith Prints. It's hard to see that we are on it, as the Frith watermark is right on us (not on the Frith print I purchased of course), but there is a blonde person lifting a push bike onto the pavement, and we are walking away just to the left of that person. I was five years old, with my hair in plaits. Mum is wearing a checked jacket.
We lived there while I was a kid. My Dad was the local window cleaner, and I had lots of family in and around the town.
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A memory of Bridgend contributed by Janet Grice