Garth, 1937
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Family tree
I am tracing my family tree back to to a Mr Thomas Jarman, born 1823, who lived at Llanfihangel, Bryn Pabuan, Brecknock. He married Eliza in 1847. He was a farmer and had 3 sons and 3 daughters. Does anybody remember or can add or are related to Mr Jarman. Regards Paul Last edited: 01/04/2008 15:01 by Paul Ibbotson |
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Year: 1953
Four Children
First Nine years of my life in this little village. Four Children in all lived here, my Brother and I .the Ministers Son, and the small girl in the shop. The Village has not changed much over the 50 years since I left. Most of the old people have died now . Gosen Chapel Where I went to Sunday School still stands, And my Parents are interned there. Happy days at home in LLyngwesion long hot summer days and dark winters (no street lights) fond memories Posted: 28/12/2007 17:04 by Rob Price |
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Builth Road railway in the 1950s
My mother's family came from Builth, many from Builth Road, with several of the men working on the railway which was just beyond the front garden (they had a little house in Railway Terrace). I remember being taken to visit older relatives of the Bebb family, and in particular Auntie Beattie letting us try her home made wines - cowslip, rhubarb and others. Then out to watch the steam trains come puffing in as they returned from London Paddington. There was a pump for water in the back garden, although by the 1950s some modernisation had taken place, and cold water was available in the kitchen. I have several old photos of the house and my ancestral family, and also a lovely old album which is partially a musical box, but sadly I have not been able to identify the people in the photos, some of which seem to be printed on a metal backing. Posted: 13/08/2008 14:08 by Shan Merritt |
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![]() Llanwrtyd Wells, River and Stepping Stones 1931 (ref: L405006) |
Year: 1947
My early days around Llanwrtyd Wells.
I arrived in Llanwrtyd Wells around 1947. I was 9 years old. My father Douglas Gimson had come on before us in 1946 to work in the Cambrian Factory as he was a disabled ex Prisoner of War. I arrived with my mother Eileen and young brother Ronald. We had travelled up from the Rhondda Valley in the back of a vehicle with bits of furniture and belongings. The difference then between the Valleys and Llanwrtyd Wells was out of this world, the area around Llanwrtyd being so beautiful and clean I just thought I was on another planet. Dad had found and prepared a derelect terraced house for us about a mile or so outside Llanwrtyd in a place called Irfona. The house was in a beautiful position overlooking the River Irfon and the background of that was Spien Cop, I just wish there were some photographs of that area available. Our neighbours to be were wonderful people and well-known characters to the area - Kitty, Gweny, Daisy, Hope and Cyril nicknamed Ginny, he was the Son of Gweny, never really knew why he was called Ginny perhaps it was somthing to do with his bright ginger hair! and perhaps somone else could tell us why? There were many good characters in and around Llanwrtyd e.g. Billy the Painter, Arthur the Butcher, Eric the Cobbler, Williams the Grocer, not forgetting Jim Jones the Corner Shop and Dai bach, I could go on. Llanwrtyd Wells was the most beautiful place in the world as far as I was concerned, with beautiful kind and caring people, I never ever regretted moving there. Perhaps we will hear from others of that time period, I know that some may have passed on or moved away as I did, but although I wasn't born there I will always remember Llanwrtyd Wells as my home town. I could tell many stories of my new life there and of the area and characters of that time, I could refer many parts of my early life to the pictures shown but I have chosen the above of the River and stepping stones as I use to walk past this beautiful part of the area daily to and from school and often sample a glass of sulpher or Iron water from the wells just above served by a lady named Glenys, she still lives in Llanwrtyd. The scene has changed a little, but my memories will always be the same. Perhaps I'll leave it for others to write their stories so that I can enjoy their memories too. Ifor Gimson. Last edited: 25/03/2008 09:22 by Ifor Gimson |
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Year: 1962
Tiddler Fishing
My grandparents lived in Park Road, and as children myself and my sister used to go tiddler fishing under the suspension bridge. My sister's cat, Danny, used to follow us and join us in our endeavours. And my cat, Honey, got stuck up a tree. I remember being terrified crossing the suspension bridge as it swayed from side to side - better than any ride at Alton Towers! Posted: 06/10/2007 20:51 by Verena Lewis |
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