Penrhiwceiber

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Good old years

I was born in Mountain Ash, my nan was Mrs Florence Huntley of 74 Penrhiwceiber Road. My parents are Violet Huntley and Les Jones, we used to live in Harcourt Terrace, Penrhiwceiber. I spent all my holidays with my nan as we now live in the Midlands and even to this day I miss the people and the place. My nan cleaned the school, she lived next to curtis greengrocery shop. I remember Willises shop and the paddling pool. We had great fun there. We used to play in the old pithead baths of Cwmcynon colliery and go with our friends to Rosie's Cafe. I'm so glad to see someone keeping our heritage alive and well.
Contributed by gay jones

Good old years

I was born in Mountain Ash, my nan was Mrs Florence Huntley of 74 Penrhiwceiber Road. My parents are Violet Huntley and Les Jones, we used to live in Harcourt Terrace, Penrhiwceiber. I spent all my holidays with my nan as we now live in the Midlands and even to this day I miss the people and the place. My nan cleaned the school, she lived next to curtis greengrocery shop. I remember Willises shop and the paddling pool. We had great fun there. We used to play in the old pithead baths of Cwmcynon colliery and go with our friends to Rosie's Cafe. I'm so glad to see someone keeping our heritage alive and well.
A memory of Penrhiwceiber contributed by gay jones

Mountain ash Town Hall

My nan and grandfathey lived in the house directly opposite the Town hall. There was just two houses there, one of which become Lee's Hairdressers in the later years.
A memory of Mountain Ash contributed by sheila watts

Playing Fields

My name is Martin Flower. I lived in 21 Bailey St. The field at the back of our house is where I would spend most of the day. There was a crowd of us and we would make Dutch arrows, yes you cannot use them today. If you could see forty arrows in the air it was some sight. And when there was a flood Nieno's cafe lost all his stock. The grown ups would be in the water getting fags, tobacco and any beer barrels that were from the Baileys Arm. The treat in the summer would be loading a pram with bread, butter, cups and jam, bats, football, and then it was a long walk over the cwm where ...read more here
A memory of Mountain Ash contributed by martin flower