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Port Talbot, Memorial Park c1955
Port Talbot, Memorial Park c1955 Ref: P139006
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Year: 1974
born and bred a jersey marine girl A memory of Jersey Marine, West Glamorgan There's alot to be said about Jersey Marine,it will always be home to me. I come from a well known family "Huxtable" and most of them are still there today. I've very fond memories of growing up there, climbing the many mountains, getting dirty from swimming in the canal, getting into trouble from my mother for going up to Stan Gorvett's stables (too far out of the village about 500yards lol) going up to "the tap" (now the towers) finding new places to build dens. Jersey Marine I think it's the best place in the world for bringing up children, there are so many adventures to go on, every one knows everyone, everyone is your aunty or uncle even if they're not. It has changed a bit, new houses, new people, but I still think that Jersey Marine is the best and I will always call it my home. Last edited: 13/11/2006 15:09 by Rebecca Williams |
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Skewen 1983/4 A memory of Skewen, West Glamorgan I lived in Skewen from September 1983 to May 1984 - only a short time in my life but it made a big impression on me. My wife Fiona, new baby Siobhan and I rented a house at Caenant Terrace facing the railway and the mountain. We had moved to Wales from the south of England and although our new environment felt strange at first and looked rather harsh with its heavy industry and mountains, we were struck by the exceptional warmth and friendliness of Skewen. I remember arriving at Caenant Terrace in the rain - it seemed to rain most of our time there - but somehow this was all part of the cosiness we felt in out stonebuilt, centrally-heated and comfortable house in the heart of the village. Our daughter, who turned one year old there, would stand up at the low window frame in our bedroom in the morning and stare out at the trains that hurtled past below. She spoke her first word, "Bay-bee" in a good Welsh accent. Skewen folk loved babies and children so this was a good way to get talking to neighbours, or to people in the street and at the shops or up at the park. I wish I could remember the names of these people but we were only there a short time in our lives and it was all very casual. There was the man and lady at the upper cake shop who made a great fuss of Siobhan; ditto the two ladies at the lower cake shop; the friendly couple at the butcher's with an ornamental tiled frontage, where the delicious smell of casserole simmering wafted out on to the pavement; the lovely lady at the post office; the golfing man who ran the newagents; the friendly barber's where you could join in interesting philosophical debate and storytelling; the man from the mountain who invited us to Guy Fawkes celebrations there... and many more! Our neighbours at Caenant Terrace had not had easy lives but they were a cheerful and hospitable lot. The Thomas family next door to us were sociable and kept a beautiful home. On our other side a lonely elderly, churchgoing lady lived in some poverty. Easter 1984 was a heatwave and we were all sitting out in our backyards. We attended the Skewen Carnival shortly before moving away to the house we had bought at Alltwen. I remember Skewen had a character very much of its own, quite distinct from neighbouring Neath. Skewen people were proud of their community but totally welcoming to outsiders like us, especially if you had children. I should like to hear from any "Skewen people" who might find these memories interesting. As I say, I only lived there 9 months but Skewen is definitely a part of me. Last edited: 09/01/2007 19:21 by John Mcmillan |
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Year: 1920s
My GrandFather A memory of Skewen, West Glamorgan My Grandfather, who served in WWI, is buried in Skewen. I have a picture of his tombstone, which is very pretty, but I don't know what Cemetary it is. My Mom's Dad he was - he died when she was 3 years old form the Flu. His name was Donald C. James (born 1894 - 1927). Last edited: 05/11/2006 05:53 by Susie Somerville-Franz |
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 Llansamlet, Heol Las 1938 (ref: 88274) |
Year: 1930s
My grandparents house A memory of Llansamlet, West Glamorgan My grandparents bought the second house in this picture (number 343) in the 1930s, so they were living in this house when the picture was taken (1938). Their names were Daniel and Annie Owens. When this photo was taken my mother, Gladys May Owens, lived here, she was 19. If anyone knows anything about the family or knows who took this photo then I'd love to know. Thankyou! Jennifer Last edited: 25/03/2008 09:06 by Jennifer Davies |
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 Swansea, Deaf and Dumb School 1896 (ref: 38758) |
Year: 1970
Swansea Deaf and Dumb School A memory of Swansea, West Glamorgan I was born and bred in the Mount Pleasant area of Swansea, in which the D&D Institute was based. My schooling was Terrace Road infants & juniors. Lots of football in the street, Cwmdonkin Park and playing in and around the quarry off the Promenade, that overlooked the Institute. The quarry was wild, with steep drops and the cause of many mishaps. A lad of my age was the son of the caretaker at the Institute and a group of us kids frequently used to wander the corridors of the school, which was a dark, auspicious and sprawling affair, very much reminiscent of the Victorian building I subsequently learned it to be. Dropping out of the back of the Institute's grounds, it was possible to slide down a slope, peppered with trees and foliage, until appearing down the bottom at railings overlooking Heathfield. I don't know why, but railings in those days always seemed to have convenient gaps - great for escape in games of tag! More often or not we simply played games in the Institute yard, although on occasions we'd venture into the gymnasium building. This was fitted-out with the usual apparatus and one infamous visit resulted in a broken leg for one of our mates, who swung on one of the ropes straight into a vaulting horse... We were 8 at the time and the predictable aftermath was a stern ticking off from respective parents. We continued to routinely use the school while the caretaker's son was living there, up to about 1972. I guess it must have been converted to flats early in the next decade (?). I moved away from Swansea in 1980, although I'm still a regular visitor to that area (my sister owns our original family house in Rhondda Street). The Promenade quarry looks a much smaller expanse now, although still resolutely wild. The Institute is the Haunted House-type building at the top of the postcard/photo, overlooking the Swansea town centre. The arches on the right of the street are the front of the Albert Hall cinema, which converted to a Bingo Hall in the late 70s/early 80s. The photographer is standing in Craddock Street; to his/her right would be a little road leading to the entrance to Dynevor Senior Comprehensive School, where I stayed on for my A levels. Dynevor School is also now closed, although the building itself is still present in some partial, adapted form. Last edited: 21/11/2007 23:44 by Niall O'brien |
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