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Tirphil maps
Historic maps of Tirphil and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Tirphil maps
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Tirphil area books
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Memories of Tirphil
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THE JAMES'S
I was born at 8 School Steet, Tirphil. 1928. Parents were Jane Jones from Merthyr and Lewis Rees James of Railway Terrace, Tirphil. My mother had left Merthyr to run a small shop opposite 8 School Street. Mother was pregnant with second child, Billy and running the shop, when she had appendicitis. I was passed back aged 10 months to the family home in Merthyr. Father broke his back? in a pit accident and went, with the compensation money - £200 so the story goes - to London, to make his fortune. Unfortunately he met a widow woman and that was the last my mother saw of him. Billy died when he was four and my mother sold up, and went to work in hotels as a maid. I was still with my grandparents who by this time had moved to Oxford.
I visited Tirphil again about thirty years ago and met Lewis's brother and his wife, I've forgotten their names, still living in Railway Terrace. The family, Grandfather... Read more
My Time In Tirphil
Whilst born in New Tredegar I spent a great part of my early life living in Colliers Row, Tirphil during the war. My maternal grandmother Kate Hannan, she had lived in Colliers Row for an unknown period but having bred eight children including my mother Catherine it must have been for a considerable time.
My brother Lawrence and I were sent back to Wales by our parents to avoid the London bombing, they having moved the family to London when I was three years old. Lawrence went to Bargoed Technical and I went to Tirphil Boys School, known as the Tin Hut. We both initially had a hard time because of our Cockney accents but the Welsh lilt soon returned to our voices.
Gran Hannan ran an open house where it was quite normal for us to come home from the sports field late in the evening to find ten or twelve people sitting around waiting for the local bus. Gran's son Tom was living with his mother... Read more
Gwent memories
Small Boy Visiting Granny!
Dad said 'We are going out for the day!'. I can't remember much about anything at age five/six. What I so remember is coal or slag just about everywhere and a small play area with a big metal slide, Masey (Gran) making me a cup of tea and cake, only small memories? Yes, but it was enought to bring me home 39 years later! You know that feeling, when something is right? Every time I cross that bridge back to Wales my stomach tingles 'This is home!'. You know, they say a true Welshaman always returns home to Wales.
During the course of many years the only time I seemed to meet my relations was for funerals, usually uncles and aunts, and now, well, my own father died ok a few years ago now, but all the ties are now severed, no-one speaking to the family, I seem to be the only one that really cares now! And tha hurts so much. I have four children who will never see... Read more
Stanley Jones
I am searching for information about my mother-in-law's cousin Stanley Jones. I believe he was the Principal of Tredegar Technical School. Can anyone help?
Innocent Days
I remember innocent days playing football on Grove Park until you could hardly see the ball. I lived in Greenfield Street and recall tying a piece of string from behind the garden wall to the fence on the back lane and sitting in wait for someone to come along to trip up, and in the winter we would slid down the three corners dumps on cardboard. We never had a lot but it was always an adventure, except for the fact that I lived in 153 Greenfield Street and we always seemed to get flooded, mind you one year we were planning to go to Barry Island for a treat, when we got up in the morning there was at least two foot of water downstairs. Mam said "Well, come on, we are still going, we can worry about it when we get home", and off we went and caught the train from White Rose train station and when we got home after having a great time the water had gone... Read more
The Fuller Family
I wonder If you can help me please. We lived in Grygrymney, near Brithdir Tirfill. We moved to Yorkshire in 1963, against my dad's wishes. My dad was William Fuller, known as Billy Fuller. My mum's name was Vera Fuller. My name is Glenys. My siblings were Billy, Janette, and Tony. They attended schools near. My Nan, Mam Bishop, lived in Brithdir. My dad was born in 1928, as was my mum, Vera. I don't have many recollections of Wales, as I was 5 years old when we moved. Dad worked in the pits for a while, but had a TB kidney, he lived with 1 kidney for over 60 years. He then worked in a butchers, I believe to have been Wallbioffs butchers. We visited home twice a year. Dad was always a true Welsman and always longed for Wales. Dad sadly passed away 2 years ago, Mum 6 years ago. Also Billy and Janette, aged 50 and 53. We had to move, I was tol,d for work.... Read more
TROEDRHIWFUWCH A Place in my Heart
My father, Thomas Henry Williams, was born at 57 High Street, Troedrhiwfuwch in 1908. In his early 20's he left Troedy for Bristol, to look for work. It was in Bristol that he met and married my mother, and subsequently my sister Sylvia and myself, Roy, were both born. As a family we never lost touch with my father’s birthplace. We spent every Christmas in Troedy and I spent most of my summer school holidays there. I was born in 1937 but never knew my grandfather, who had passed away a few years earlier - so the head of the house was Gran. Gran was the kindest person I have ever known, but she was very strict and nobody ever argued with her. Also living at No 57 was my father’s brother, Uncle Ol and his wife Auntie Clar with their son Edwin who was four years older than me. I always looked up to Edwin and was fascinated by his stories. He told me that he used to catch... Read more
