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Swansea Airport maps
Historic maps of Swansea Airport and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Swansea Airport maps
Swansea Airport photos
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Parkmill| Bishopston| Murton| Southgate| Pennard| Killay| Caswell Bay| Newton| Pen-Clawdd| Blackpill| Oystermouth| Langlands Bay| Gowerton| Sketty| Langland| Mumbles| Loughor| Llanrhidian| Gorseinon| Bynea| Penrice| Llwynhendy| Swansea| Penllergaer| Oxwich| Reynoldston| Morfa| Llanelli| Pontlliw| Horton
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Memories of Swansea Airport
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On Our Way to Three Cliffs Bay
For my sister, Carol, and I, Parkmill meant only one thing - Shepherd's Shop.
The only place to buy ice cream and sweets and even the new 'Coca Cola'. We always stopped here on our way to and my aunt's wooden bungalow almost on the beach at Three Cliffs Bay where we spent many, many happy summers. What wonderful days they were.
My Mom's Little Dog
Mom was born in Swansea in 1924. She adopted a dog from our local Animal Care and Control in Michigan 1998 - she fell in love with her. She named her Pennard after this place. She loved it here.
Ghostly Happenings!!!
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!!!!
Mumbles Memories
My Great, Great, Grandfather planted these trees which you can see running down the middle of the photo in 1883 when the cemetery was opened and they are still present to this day.
His name was Henry Harris (1827-1911). He died at 84yrs old. His wife Elizabeth Harris passed away in 1920 aged 88yrs at the Cemetery Lodge where they both resided.
Happy Days
I was thrilled to see your photo of Cecil Road as the houses on the left are in Hill Street and my Grandmother lived at number 2, the left hand house.
I have very Happy Memories of holidays with 'Mam' at Hill Street. My Dad, Dudley Williams was born a Hill Street along with his 7 siblings. The Williams family were very much a part of Gowerton life at the turn of the last century. My Great Grandfather, John Williams, lived in Church Street and raised 10 children. He was very involved in the local Baptist Chapel and all aspects of local life. My Grandmother's family ran Thomas butchers, on the corner of Sterry Road opposite the Gower Inn, also featured in your photos so this has been a very enjoyable visit to your web page.
Childhood Memories in The Mumbles
I was born in London, but my Mother came from the Mumbles, so several times a year we took the train from Paddington on our journey to Swansea. With a large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the sea, the beaches and the freedom, I thought I was in heaven! This photo of the Mumbles in 1954 was just as I recall it. You can see Fortes ice cream parlour in the centre, now demolished. I spent many happy times there eating knickerbocker glories! I can taste them now! The sea wall was just to the right of the photo behind the shops and the Mumbles Tram ran along the seafront. Happy Times !
Summer Days at Oystermouth
Memories of The Mumbles by John S. Batts Viewing on-line a collection of Frith’s old photos of The Mumbles has jogged many memories. For me the place was simply known as “Mumbles,” home to a much-treasured uncle and aunt who ran a shop for several decades in Newton Road, Oystermouth until the late 1950s. The district has many pleasant associations within the family, too, for I’ve seen small black & white photos of my parents playing golf at Langland Bay GC while on honeymoon in the 1930s. Early journeys by bus over the Beacons from Brecon are not fondly recalled however. I was invariably motion-sick, and if that had failed to upset me then the smell of petro-chemicals from Llandarcy towards the end of the trip provoked much the same reaction. Clearly on arrival I was much in need of bracing seaside air. I must have been taken to the Mumbles on a summer holiday, the first of many, during World War Two, because my uncle used to... Read more
