Nantymoel

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

My grandmother

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. ...read more here
Contributed by russell evan morgan thomas

SundayTreat

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 ...read more here
Contributed by David Thomas

I remember it well

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 ...read more here
Contributed by margaret davies

SundayTreat

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 ...read more here
A memory of Nantymoel contributed by David Thomas