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Skewen maps

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Skewen area books

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Memories of Skewen

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Skewen 1983/4

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... Read more

My GrandFather

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).

West Glamorgan memories


Hi if anybody went to lonlas from 1960 onwards please can you get in touch I'm sure we have a lot of memories between us. I was Phillips then Cath

National Oil Refinery

I started work at the laboratory in the Llandarcy Oil Refinery in 1942 for the great weekly wage of one pound, one shilling and ninepence, when I was 16.
Mostly women worked in the lab but once the war was over the company only employed men. They did keep the women already employed there.

The village of Llandarcy was just up the road from the refinery and there was a building known as the Institute where dances were held two nights a week. I really enjoyed those!

I often cycled from Pantycelyn Road, Townhill to Llandarcy going along the canal path just past St Thomas, coming out where there is a restaurant now - there used to be a tower with a telescope on the top.

I worked at the refinery until 1949. The company allowed us time off to attend courses at the Neath Technical College where I obtained my National Certificate in Chemistry, and City and Guilds in Petroleum Technology. They didn't increase my pay... Read more

A Village Boy

I was born and raised in Llandarcy, where as for all the people whom lived there was a safe and friendly environment. I now live and work in Thailand as a teacher, but I still have found memories of my beloved Llandarcy. School holidays: When we used to camp-out on the mountains. Winter: When sometimes the snow was over two metres high. Bonfire night: When we used to spend weeks preparing the bonfire and where we used to have run-in-battles with the locals from Jersey Marine. The fondest memories are of the people and my friends.
Cheers, Llandarcy. For making me the man I am today

My Father

My father worked for BP Llandarcy from the 1960s. I was born in 1971 and some of my earliest memories are the smell of my dad coming home from Llandarcy. He worked on a machine called the catreformer. He rescued my first cat Sooty from the firey furnace at Llandarcy. One bad winter, when I was about 8 or 9, the refinery sent Landrovers out to pick up the workers from Dunvant where we lived, because the snow was so deep we hadn't been able to get out of the house. Sadly my dad was made redundant in 1986 and our family changed forever. We moved to Hampshire where my dad worked on an inshore oil well until he retired. I remember Lllandarcy used to take all the workers' children to the theatre to see the pantomime. In 2003 I set up a rugby club for children in Leeds and made sure that all the children went to the pantomme for free as we had. We didn't have much money... Read more

Police Station Coed-Ffranc Road

My grandfather Ernest Andrews was the Police Sergent at Llandarcy Police Station during the 1920s which was situated in Coed-Ffranc Road. My Uncle Bob (Robert) was born there in 1921 but sadly died in early 1940 after being shot down in his aeroplane. My mother was born in 1929 in the police station. Sadly my grandfather died in October 1930. I would be interested in anyone who might have known my Uncle Bob or has photographs of the police station in the 1920s/30s and whether it is still there.

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