Caerau

Read and share memories of Caerau and Mid Glamorgan inspired by Frith photos

Summertime

When I was a girl we used to make dams in the river, and climb the mountain at the back of Duffryn Hotel at Coegnant colliery. It was a magic place to grow up in. Il ived in Glanafon terrace, and went to Tonna Rd School.
Contributed by eira waite

Happiest days of my life 1947-1966

I was born in Glenavon Terrace in 1945, my parents moved to Cambridge in 1946. Every year since I can remember, I spent all my holidays, Xmas, Easter, summer, every spare moment I could back in what I believe is home. My granma and aunt moved to 30 George Street, I loved Caerau, it was in my blood, and still is, very proud to say I'm from Caerau.
My time was spent winberry picking late summer, then going round the street knocking on doors, "Want any winberries, 2 shillings a pint". Had a great time, playing up the mountain, in the play park by the council estate, looking for the frogs on the low levels beside the railway line between ...read more here
Contributed by Colin Cornwell

I lived in Caerau on and off during the period 1950 - 1958

My mother's parents lived in Lloyd St for many years. Grandad (known by me I am told as 'dampa') was a coal miner at the pit up the hill from Lloyd St and I remember him showing me the pit ponies (recently retired as they had put a railway up to the pithead). Dampa passed away in the late 1950s from the then common "miners disease", lack of breath. I remember he had a hand bellows to help his breathing and always joked with us about sending him a tin of clean air from Portsmouth where we then lived.
Contributed by Harry Alford

St Johns colliery

Always remember my grandfather (Bryn George) stating all through my child hood that he had worked in st johns for 44 and a half years
Contributed by Darrell George

coinant collary

Always when my gran (Cath Hatton) was working in the canteen I would go up and have a drink and a piece of cake, and she would shout at me for bringing my friends up. On a couple of occasions a man used to show me a trick by moving his fingers. Until 3 months ago I remembered him and as I saw him in Caerau bus stop I looked at his hands and saw fingers missing - what a trick.
Contributed by paul hatton