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An 18 Year Old Spanish Girl
I came to Abergynolwyn in 1962 to work at Tyny-Cornel Hotel with my brother Luis, we were very happy to work for Mr & Mrs Hunter. I'm 66 years old and I remember many times the town and my first love Gwylem Mumford, I think he became a doctor. I hope so because he was a very clever boy. Also I remember Olwen Davies, she was a chef at Tyny-Cornel. I would like to know about her. Love to all Abergynolwyn!
My First School
My dad was from yr Aber. We lived in Pandy Square until my dad died in Feb 1952, he was the fireman on the little train from Towyn to Abergynolwyn, he was also, I believe, a local football referee. He was an ex soldier in the Royal Welch Fusiliers, I was five years old when he died, I really don't know what effect his death had on my future life. I have vague recollections of school. My Nain live in the Aber until her death in 1967, my Aunty Annie lived in the council houses, her married name was Griffin, then Thomas
Arthog
From early 1960s onwards: At school in London we had 2 summer holidays at Min-y-Don. The first time we travelled by coach, we got lost and arrived in the dark. The following year we came by train from Paddington. We had to change at Gobowen and Ruabon, arriving late in the afternoon. My pals and I spent all our time exploring the area, on one excursion we were dropped off at Abergwynolwyn and had to make our way back over Cader Idris. Two of us lost our bearings slightly and arrived back nearer to Dolgellau than Arthog and had to thumb a lift home. Probably wouldn't be allowed now. Walking one evening a farmer pulled up in his Land Rover and roped us in to helping him get a cow out of a ditch. That was when I learnt my first words of Welsh.
After this we left school and my mate worked for a travel company which enabled him to see the world and I worked as a long... Read more
Cream Teas
Mum came from Llanegryn- Eileen Jones from Bodegryn. Each summer we used to visit her village and stay in the guest house in the village (it was actually Mum's old house!) I remember they had a fabulous parrot in one of the rooms- I must admit though I was always a bit nervous of it! They had Bri nylon sheets on the bed- wow were they slippy! One of my favourite places to visit was Dolgoch falls- we went on the little train from Tywyn- what a thrill- the steam billowing out and the sound of the wheels on the lines- I can picture it now. Dad always let me sit by the window. Grandad and Mama came too (Mum's parents Thomas and Mabel Jones) After a long walk to the top of the falls we always called into the house near the bottom for a cream tea- yum, lashings of cream on the beautiful scones and a huge pot of tea. I would dearly like to return soon, such... Read more
Happiest Time of my Life
Me and my family would always come to fairbourne for our summer holiday, staying for weeks at a time with friends. Friends of mine would ask what there was to 'do' there and I would answer 'nothing'. Fairbourne is so beautiful and coming from the inner city to a place like fairbourne was the biggest thrill. We Didn't need arcades and donkey rides, I could explore the beach and the sand dunes, slip down the pebbles to the beach, poke jelly fish, go fishing from the barmouth bridge, get sucked in by quick sand, make little fires on the beach, fantastic memorys. I come back whenever I have time, sit on the wall overlooking the sea and always feel like I've come home. Thanks Fairbourne xx
The War Years
I now reside in New York but during the war I was evacuated from London to Fairbourne. It was the first 5 years of my life but I still remember much of it. I went to school there as well as Barmouth. The vicar was called Mr Hopkins and his daughter was Noeline. I would help ringing the bells on sunday. My best friend was called Geraint and he taught me a few Welsh words. I remember the concrete 'teeth' on the beach to stop enemy tanks. I remember a flood but my favourite memory is of the baby lambs born each year. I did manage to go back there with my mother a while ago and I remembered more than she did. The library in Barmouth was my old school but nobody knew it except me. There are so many memories of that beautiful green land. If anyone has any recollections of this period I would love to hear them.
Our Summer Holidays
Every year since the 1970s we went to Fairbourne for our holidays either with our mom and dad or our aunt and uncle. Our nan and grandad owned a bungalow in Llewellyn Drive. It was right next to the golf house across the road from the beach. Every year we would go on the little steam train up to the point then get a ferry across to Barmouth. Sometimes we would walk across the bridge to Barmouth. The last time I was in Fairbourne was in April 2006, it still looked exactly the same. The memories of Fairbourne are happy times, we had a brilliant time when we were there and always looked forward to going. Every year we would walk up to the blue pool, and throw stones in to see how deep it was, we never found out. We would also go into the arcade called The Penryn, I think it's still there now.
