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Swansea, Deaf and Dumb School 1896 (ref: 38758)
Year: 1970 Swansea Deaf and Dumb School
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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Swansea, the Grand Hotel c1965 (ref: S240224)
Year: 1971 One of my trips from London to the Mumbles to Auntie Connie's house
This looks exactly like the picture I took to prove to Mom I had been on my way to Auntie Connies' house.  I took the train from Doncaster in England to Swansea - one of the train ticketers' kept bothering me, so I snuck past him when he got to Swansea and ran over to the Grand to book a room for the night.  
I made my way to go to Auntiie Connie's in the morning, or so I thought.  I was going to take the bus - everybody I asked knew who my Auntie Connie Thorpe was.  So, they probably knew the young girl she raised, who would be my Mom, Robina.  Anyway, being only 17, I got scared (I can't figure out why??) and went back to Barton on Humber where I was staying.
This trip was a 6 week stay for my Graduation present in 1971 - for graduation from High School in Michigan USA.

Last edited: 05/11/2006 05:54 by Susie Somerville-Franz  

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Blackpill, Llwynderw Annexe c1960 (ref: B661026)
Ghostly happenings!!!
A memory of Blackpill, West Glamorgan

I recall my father Gerry Richards of West Cross telling me that when the building was no longer being used( he was then an acting security man having formerly tended the gardens and the boiler system) that he and his colleague were in the kitchen when they heard footsteps(the clicking of high heels) coming from the internal corridor towards the closed door. Thinking it was a visiting hospital worker he went to the door to open it. As the footsteps reached the door he opened it, the footsteps stopped - there was no one there!! then they realised that all the external doors were locked and bolted, CREEPY!!!!

Posted: 04/02/2008 15:18 by David Richards  

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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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  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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