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Gwynedd memories
Nantbeach
My family moved Nant in 1948. I was only about a year old then, so I don't really remember much of those early years. I do however recall spending many days playing on the beach with my older brothers and sisters. I also remember playing on the shipwreck of 'Amy Summerfield' which was beached in a violent storm. We lived in Plas-y-Nant and I recall playing with our next door neighbour George Scott who was about the same age as me. As far as I remember he left Nant before we did and I never heard from again. We left Nant about 1952 and went to live at Ty-uchaf and I attended Llithfaen school until we finally left Wales and moved to Newcastle on Tyne. Although I only lived in Llithfaen for a few years I have many many happy memories of this time and visit as often as I can.
Good Times
My memories of Clynnog years ago were good ones, Halloween was our favourite time, we used to just pull gates off hinges, and leave them. The atmosphere of Clynnog then was very happy and innocent, no one to hurt anyone, all neighbours happy to help each other. We climbed mountains, and were gone for hours with no worries of danger,went swimming all day in the summers, with just a bottle of red Corona.
Nefyn Beach
The beach cafe shown in the photo entitled 'the anchorage' was owned and run by my aunts, the Misses Miriam and Evelyn Wales, whose father moved to Morfa Nefyn in the late 1800s to take charge of the cable station linked to Ireland. Also my brother was born in the cottage which is sideways on to the sea. Apart from the ghastly sea wall and breakwater nothing has greatly changed.
Happy Days in The Sun
This was my idea of heaven. For 7 years during my early childhood we went to Nefyn for 2 weeks during the summer. Dad always rented a beach hut to "brew up in" and hold the deckchairs and swimming stuff. The highlight of the holidays was going fishing for mackeral in "Dick Jones boat" Happy times just playing cricket on the beach, rock pooling or in and out of the sea. So many memories of people long gone. How I long for those days to return.
Childhood Memories
Our family stayed in a caravan on Mrs Botts farm Tyn-y-Cae every other year during the 1940s-1950s. It usually rained for most of the holiday but it was father's rule that we (himself, my older sister and myself) climbed the mountain behind the farm and mother would wave a tablecloth from the field once we had reached the top, which took quite a while when you are only 4 or 5 years old. We did this every holiday without fail. Another memory was the village sweet shop, the lady was a great friend and kept us supplied with the best peanut brittle I have ever tasted. We usually managed to see the Rose Queen parade, viewing all the gifts the local firms had donated in the electric shop (I think).
Do You Know Tony And Roberta Williams of Nefyn?
My memorys of Nefyn:
Our family used to stay on a caravan site just outside Nefyn village up by the little garage and football pitch. We came from Liverpool, and me and my sisters Ann and Tereasa and brother Gary spent hours on the football field. We are all Evertonians. We met a couple of kids about our age, say between 11 -12, they lived in Nefyn, Tony and Roberta Williams. Tony was a bit of a lad who knew all the local boys, Roberta was great fun and we all got on great together. We often would go the picture house in Nefyn and we saw 'Zulu'. My mum and dad would go to the Ind Coop pub in the village and then pick us up from the pics and get us fish and chips in the village. The corner shop was great, a wonderful lady served there, I cannot think of her name but she really took a shine to us. I often wonder how Tony and Roberta... Read more
First View of Capel Uchaf
I first came to Capel Uchaf after my family returned from Australia. My grandmother was Mary Griffith who was living in Capel Uchaf, also there were my uncles Dick and Elved as well as aunts Rachel, Marion and Sarah Wynn. My grandfather Grifith Griffith had died earlier. This was my mother's family and she was Annie Griffith. I remember arriving at some strange hour and my grandmother greeting us. What a strange thing she was - I couldn't understand her at all. I was stunned by the place and loved it. My vivid memory is of the baker's van arriving with the fresh bread - what a smell and taste. I soon met the hill down to Clynnog as I was to attend school there. I loved it even though I was in a strange place and that hill was the best fitness circuit ever. I can remember the little shop at Capel Uchaf and buying sweets from there. We eventually left and returned about two years later to live... Read more
