Blaencwm, c1960
Blaencwm, c1960 Ref: B895016
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Year: 1987
Kilkenny Farm A memory of Treherbert, Mid Glamorgan I think it was 1987 could be 1986. My late mate David Tidmarsh and I were invited to his grandparents' farm for a week. I really enjoyed it. Fresh food everyday picked from the farm and cooked. David's dad Steve took us there. We went for walks, had a good laugh and went on days out. We didn't catch a bus anywhere, only to Cirencester. We walked all over the area. Would like to visit there again. Last edited: 07/01/2007 06:41 by Derek Oram |
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Year: 1974
Day at Treherbert A memory of Treherbert, Mid Glamorgan My dad came from Treherbert. My grandad, who I never met, worked in the coal mines of the Rhondda Valley. My grandparents also owned a fish and chip shop there. If you are old enough you may even remember it. My grandad apparently used to say when he was dipping fish in batter - "These are the boys for busting boils!" My dad told me that and said he was sure a few people believed him. I remember, as a small child, my dad took me to see my Nan. I was sat at the table and we had a big roast dinner. I recall my dad saying, "He won't manage all that." My uncle said, "Leave him alone". My peas were almost falling the plate and they got pushed back on - it was also the first time I fell asleep in the afternoon! This was in 1974, I was only 4 years old. I also remember standing at Treherbert rail station waiting to go back home. Last edited: 11/07/2006 23:00 by Derek Oram |
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 Nantymoel, c1955 (ref: n121014) |
Year: 1948
SundayTreat A memory of Nantymoel, Mid Glamorgan I remember travelling over to Nantymoel in an Austin 7 from the Western Valley. It was very cramped with my mother and father, younger brother and a friend of the family. This was a regular family outing to see my grandparents, William H Thomas and Mary Jane Thomas who lived in 57 Station Road. It was the very last house in the road. It was always a special Sunday treat for the family. It was always a thrill to reach the top of the Bwlch and see the valley below. We were always treated to a fine meal and afterwards I would play outside with the neighbours' children. I remember that one of the other children was Lynn Davies who later became famous as an athlete. We would often be joined by relatives who lived locally. The adults would gather in the parlour and my grandmother would play the piano. I remember that the room would get very smoky. The house was very prone to subsidence caused by the mining. I understand that it has been demolished. My grandparents attended the Methodist Chapel which was further down Station Road. Last edited: 03/03/2008 10:19 by David Thomas |
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Nantymoel, c1955 (ref: n121014) |
Year: 1947
I remember it well A memory of Nantymoel, Mid Glamorgan 1947 was the year my parents, sister aged 4 and myself aged 10 moved from living in two rooms in a shared house in Pricetown to a rundown three-storeyed rented house in Llewellyn Street, Nantymoel. It had three bedrooms, without electricity on the top floor, two living rooms and a pantry on the middle floor with electricity which was accessed by the front door from street level, and below ground under the pavement a coal cellar and another pantry which opened onto a further unusuable living room with back door onto the garden. Immediately outside the back door was a toilet, a wooden bench 2ft 6ins wide with a hole. It emptied into a sewer but had no flush, you just emptied a bucket of water down after it was used. The only water tap in the house was a stand pipe just inside the back door so at least you didn't have far to carry the heavy zinc bucket. A zinc bath hung on the outside wall. It was carried up to the first floor every Friday evening, then began the filling of it. The hot water was supplied from the reservoir at the side of the fire, the other side of the fire was an oven. Cold water was carried up via a ladder type stairs (treads which overlapped). After my mother, sister and I had used it (Dad bathed at the colliery) it was carried out bucketful at a time and thrown down the gutter drain outside the front door. Yet we thought we were in heaven because we had the whole house to ourselves. The front and back doors had latches and no locks, so the only time the house was secured was at night when you shot the bolts before going to bed. Llewellyn Street is the third row of houses in the foreground of the picture. The Court Colman Hotel, the large building near the centre of picture was a very busy place run by Mrs Roberts, a widow helped by her son who also worked as a milkman. Two daughters helped when not at work. The hotel was demolished in the 60's and replaced by a block of council flats. Outside the hotel was the terminus for the bus which went to Bridgend. Valley life has changed dramatically in the intervening years. People still care but wives are so busy going to work as well as rearing their families that they have to get their prioities right and neighbours are a little way down the list. Many places of worship are demolished or other uses have been put to the buildings. The Nantymoel Industrial Co-operative Society which provided so many services to the valley and the collieries has ceased to be, as have the school buildings I attended. The valley looks so much cleaner and greener since the NCB or whoever have cleared away the tips. New houses are popping up everywhere. So a community progresses. Last edited: 28/01/2007 20:06 by Margaret Davies |
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Year: 1944
My grandmother A memory of Nantymoel, Mid Glamorgan My first memory is of sheep on the hillside leading up to my grandmother's house, and of a curtain hanging in front of the front door to protect it from the sun. As I was only about four years old at the time that is all for that age. My next memory is of when I was 18 years old and in the RAF and came to visit my gran for a weekend, only to discover she had fallen downstairs and injured her hip preparing for my visit, which was cut short when she was taken to hospital. My next visit was to take my wife and children to meet her and then my only other visit was to her funeral. My gran was Jane Thomas,my grandfather was Thomas Moorgan and my father was Evan John who died in 1942. Sadly I have lost touch with all my father's family but I do visit the family plot, as I will do on the 1st or 2nd August. Such a shame there isn't a B&B in Nantymoel so we could stay for a couple of days. Last edited: 01/08/2006 11:00 by Russell Evan Morgan Thomas |
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