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Senghenydd maps
Historic maps of Senghenydd and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Senghenydd maps
Senghenydd photos
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Memories of Senghenydd
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Senghennydd Railway Station
At 17 years of age, after interviews at British Railways commercial HQ at Cymric Buildings in Cardiff, I started work as a Booking Clerk at Senghennydd Station, replacing David Sellick who lived overlooking the station in Station Road. David had been called up to do National Service. I lived in Bargoed, travelling each day to Senghennydd via Caerphilly to start work at 6am. Mr. Hugh E Williams was the Station Master, Jack Jones and Bill Manship were both Porters. Glyn Williams and Jim Moss were both Signalmen in the tiny Signal Box by the little bridge at the end of the platform. Trains comprised of only 2 carriages and as the station was at the top end of the Aber valley, the engine had to be uncoupled and tranferred to what was the last carriage, for the return journey to Cardiff. Occasionally, in Summer, we had trains of 5 or 7 coaches to cater for Chapel or Club outings to Barry Island. Normally, Senghennydd received about... Read more
Mid Glamorgan memories
Evacuee
As a five year old I was evacuated to Abertrdwr, returning to Birmingham when I was seven.The old school, destroyed by fire I gather, was my first. I first stayed with a family that kept a couple of geese. I was very upset that Christmas. I spent my last months with the Carters at No 8 or No 10 The Sqare. We lived above a shop. When I visited a few years ago, with my mother, we were disappointed to find that it was demolished when the Square was updated. I have some photos taken at that visit; I'll look them out. If anyone wishes to hear more, I have lots of other memories, such as visits to beaches covered in barbed wire and other defence works. I also remember the mine and the cinema.
A Special Place And Time
I was born in Cilfyfnydd in 1948, I lived in a house with my aunt, cousin, grand parents and my parents. I went to school in Ann Street and had other relations in the street. My dado and uncles worked in the pit and one was badly injured and later died from his injuries and one died at the pit. I still love the area but don't get there much. I remember the ice-cream parlour and the post office and the butchers,my dad worked at. I will always love Cilfynydd and my ashes will go back to Wales when I finally go!
Wartime in Llanbradach
I was born in Merthyr Tydfil but my grandparents lived in Rees Terrace. My grandfather, Hugh Price Watkins, was the St John Ambulance driver for the pits. I lived and went to school in Llanbradach for about three months while my mother was in hospital. Whenever there was an accident in the mines, the phone would ring in grandad's house and I would be told the location of the accident and would run as fast as my legs would carry me to the garage right next to the bridge by the station. After picking up another man, I would accompany them in the ambulance to the accident site and would often ride in the back of the ambulance with the injured pitman, not something that Health & Safety would allow now. Without exception they would say to me: "Don't go down the pit, Bach." I didn't, but spent my life in the printing industry in Oxfordshire and Canada. I enjoyed playing in the park with its wonderful collection of swings... Read more
Happy Memories
The High Street is where I was born in 1955. In the street was the Working Mans Club, the Cinema and 'Jeffrey's' (the sweet shop where my brother and I used to go and spend out pocket money on a Saturday). Once a year all the children would go to the Working Mans Cub for an orange, thrupenny bit and a stamp on the hand, I cannot remember the reason for it now but I remember it was special. My brother and I used to go to the cinema on a Saturday, it cost us 6d to get in and we had 6d for sweets. The mine closed and we moved but I still have lots of very happy memories.
LLANBRADACH PUB ON THE CORNER
My grandparents, Ben & Polly Thomas, ran the pub opposite the Miners Welfare. I was evacuated there and I can remember on Saturday night, the US Servicemen would come along with their band and play in the pub. My grandparents had a white haired terrier called "Tim". Tim would come into the bar, the bottom bar where the widows of miners were allowed in on Saturday nights. Tim would go into the middle of the bar carrying an enamel bucket with a wooden handle. He would swing the bucket around and then let it go, run and jump over the bar and race out the back. There was the bottom bar, the top bar (posh bar) and the Snug out the back. My grandparents did not like cats but had to have one for the mice in the cellars. They called the cat "HITLER", it was fun to see in the cellars a mouse come round the corner with Hitler chasing and Tim chasing Hitler. Just like Tom and Jerry.... Read more
1976 in Llanbradach
I visited my gran and my aunts in Llanbradach twice in the early 1970s.
It was my first ever visit to Great Britain and I fell in love with the church. To someone accustomed to supermarkets, shopping from grocer to butcher to baker was like having an Enid Blyton book come true.
My sisters and I soon made friends with two of the girls who lived there, Susan and I forget the other girl's name. I can see their faces so clearly. They took us to a public swimming pool, to a cinema and to a fish and chip shop and especially under the train bridge so we could scream when the train passed overhead.
We forded your extremely cold little river, we hid under ferns on the hillside and we climbed the slopes on the other side of the valley by the train tracks.
If you are in your late 40s and remember making friends with four children from Barbados in the West Indies in... Read more
