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Treflach maps

Historic maps of Treflach and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Treflach maps

Treflach photos

We have no photos of Treflach, although we do have photos of these nearby places:

Llynclys| Pant| Llanymynech| Oswestry| Llansilin| Llansantffraid| Llangedwyn| Whittington| Gobowen

Treflach area books

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Memories of Treflach

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Family

I am looking for any family who go under the name of Davies or Whyley. My mum was Pamela Whyley and her sister is Margaret, they are the daughters of the late Mary Elizabeth Whyley (nee Davies) and the late George Whyley, I understand they have a half brother called Robert and we would like to contact him. Mum has sadly passed away but we would still like to reach family. Mum was born in March 44 and Marg in September 47. If you have any knowledge or whereabouts then please contact me at jaxter66@hotmail.co.uk Thank you

Shropshire memories

Coopers Lane

I lived at Coopers Lane with my mother and grandparents - grandfather Bill Lewis was the lime burner for the quarry. I went to Porthywaen chapel and attended the school. Families from there were moved to Brynmelin when they were retired from the quarry. Grandad was always known as Bill the lime burner.

Schoolboy Holidays With my Grandfather

My grandfather, George Pretty lived at a house called Belmont with his second wife Gladys, from the 1950's I assume until his death. I was a schoolboy at King's School, Worcester. My parents lived in Hong Kong and my mother arranged for me to spend the Easter holidays in 1960 and 1961 with my grandfather. My mother and my grandfather weren't close. He saw her as an ungrateful daughter and she had bad childhood memories, especially of her mother who apparently doted on her son, who was nine years younger than my mother. My mother's mother, died in 1948 and it was only later that my grandfather moved with Gladys from London to Pant. It was not a happy time for either of us; he was ill-equipped to cope with a teenager and I was bored and intolerant without entertainment, though he did try. But the ill-feeling between my grandfather and my mother was a constant undercurrent, which occasionally surfaced. Of course, as a schoolboy I didn't understand any... Read more

Greenfields

Kynaston's Bridge 1936, Pant
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The house on the right hand side of the picture, Greenfields, is my family home. When my father laid a new oak block floor in the hall, we put a 'time capsule' in the form of a box under the new floor. It contained such articles as photographs of the family, coins and other such things of the era. He reckoned the floor would not need replacing for 100 years and so the next generation of occupants would find it when that happened.

Terry Higginson

Cross Guns Hotel And Llanymynech Rock c1936, Pant
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Hi, I was the landlord at the Cross Guns for 10 years from 1976 till 1986.

Family History Search

My name is Valerie Lacey Valerie Margaret Swannick - and Charles Anthony Swannick - we were born / brought up in our early years in Pant - we went to Llanmynech school - We would appreciate any help / information whatsoever reference the SWANNICK family -- Our father Cyril (Taff) Swannick is buried in Pant - and we know of a Gordon Swannick also buried there. If anyone reading this can help our family tree search we would be most grateful. Replies please to michael.lacey32@gmail.com ---- Thanks for reading this

SAD!

Leg Street c1960, Oswestry
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My aunt Dylis used to have a fruit and veg shop on this street and I can remember going with my gran to the shop and helping to make wreathes for funerals.
My gran used to live in Beatrice Street, opposite the train station. I seem to remember that the access to this was via a footbridge on which I used to stand to wait for the steam trains to pass underneath. At the back of the station was the beginning of a walk which I used to do with my father. It took you to a place called Shell Bank where the land had slid away revealing a layer of shells from thousands of years ago. None of these remain anymore, how sad!

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