Cliff Tram, Constitution Hill 1898, Swansea
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I was born at Ceri Road, Townhill. My mother was called Beatrice Gray, her maiden name was Cridland. When I was three I caught polio, just a year later my mother died. I spent a long time in the isolation hospital, Hill House Hospital. I know there were other children in the same road who also caught the polo virus. I have a sister called Gloria Gray and my father was called Edward Gray. If you have any info on the Gray or Cridland family in the 1940 till the1950's please contact me. Kathy Gibson E.mail firstname.lastname@example.org
Trick And Price Families 51 Westbury Street.
Most of my relatives in Swansea got married in St Mary's.
I have traced my Trick ancestors to Hartland in Devon.
My great uncle Thomas Gilbert R Trick was down on the Swansea 1911 census as being an ice skating instructor , I have asked my father if he knew of a rink in Swansea and he cannot remember one in his time 1930 onwards. He also doesn't remember his Gran Gwen Trick having a brother.
Does anyone remember a rink or have a link with him ?
My brother Joe joined St Mary's church choir about 1936. We lived on Pantycelyn Road, Town Hill and every Sunday morning he was forced to drag me, his sister (sixteen months younger), down the hill and across town to the church. He went into the choir loft and I was left to find a seat somewhere. The place looked enormous to me and not many people attended the service. Sometimes I sat in the back row, sometimes in the middle, sometimes in the second row from the front. I wasn't allowed to sit in the front row. On the days communion was held people would line up in the aisle, and I always remember one man kept rubbing the side of his head as he walked along.
All the time I attended the church - a little girl, sitting all by herself, surrounded by empty seats - not one member of the clergy came near me. I can still remember the Vicar, a little plump with a red face.
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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... Read more
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.
107 Walter Road,Swansea was the scene of many happy school holidays.It is still there, butis now a business address. My Bampie and Nanny Price lived there, with Nan's mum Nanny Rees occupying the back downstairs room as a bedroom-come-sitting room,she had French doors out to the garden and the outside toilet. Upstairs lived my Dad's sister and her husband and daughter, my Aunty Betty, Uncle Roy and Vicki. When we stayed we were delighted to be in the attic bedroom, we would call to the neighbour's children Lorraine and Angela from the open window and chatter from room to room. Nanny Rees in her day held a stall in the market, selling chickens and butter, I think. Aunty Betty was a provvy lady so was very well known in the area. If anyone remembers the family I would love to know, Dad is now 79 and living in Essex. His name is Francis Haydn Price, son of Francis (ICI worker) and Edna Price.