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A Cut Heel
My father was replacing a back door in my grandmother's house in Tynewydd. He laid the old one down flat outside while he started to put the new one in. I decided it would be a good idea to walk on the old door and my foot went straight through one of the panes of glass, taking my heel off in the process.
I was quickly rushed up to the hospital, not a half mile away and was tended to immediately. I then had to visit the hospital every morning for the next few weeks to have my dressing changed. Fabulous service.
M Hewitt
Marquess of Bute & Memories of The 1940s
I remember my grandmother telling me years ago, that I was distantly related to the Marquis of Bute. His wife the Marquess had an illigitimate child, who became my grandmother.
And I am also a descendant of Alexander Wilson (a Welsh Artist on my father's side) who has art displayed of ancient Cardiff and Barry, in Cardiff Castle, but most are at St Fagan's Museum. His family owned the Temperance Hotel near the castle. Alexander Wilson was also equerry to the Marquis of Bute in Scotland at Rothersay Castle, Isle of Bute.
My grandmother owned a grocery shop about halfway up Regent Street, Barry, number 38. I have memories of an air raid shelter in the centre of the street in 1940 and an Anderson shelter in the back garden. Pictures taken during this time outside number 38 had metal railings, and some pictures taken soon after had the railings missing. I was told they went to the factory to make ammunition.
The walls of the back yard were... Read more
Railway Bar, Station Street, Treherbert, Wales - Robert Lloyd 1906
Robert Lloyd my Great Grandfather, information has come to me that this pub was his local and unfortunately for him he died there in Feb 1906, a relative recently sent me the details relating to his untimely death. I'm now keen to make contact with any of his descendents. Robert Lloyd was living with his family at 16 Taff Street, Treherbert, his death must have been a great shock for his family. Well, if any descendants of Robert Lloyd would like to contact me please do, I would love to hear from you. Thanks Karen.
River Row
My family lived in the end cottage in River Row,our garden backed on to the river and railway line beyond.My brother and I were aged 3 and 4 years old and I can remember waving to my father as he went to work in the pits, the train was a bit far away but my dad used to wave a white handerchief at us. My brother fell in the river once and nearly drown, he was about 5yr old and I was 4yr old, I lay down on my tummy on a water pipe and pulled him out, we went home soaking wet, my dad told us off, mum was at the pictures. They used to take it in turn to go to the pictures. Another time we followed the marching band all the way to Blaenrhondda park, sitting on the kerbside every time the band stopped for a break. We left Treherbert to go to Caerphilly in about 1952
Treherbert Hospital
I was born at Treherbert Hospital in 1935 , This was a miners welfare hospital where my mother was taken by the late, Treorchy GP, Dr Furgus Armstrong. My Mother had been the pianist for silent films in the Park and Dare Cinema opposite his surgery for over ten years, he was an addict to piano music and in particular to the music of Chopin which she often played for him, hence I presume he was showing his thanks.
Was any other person born here ?... The curious thing is that my birth certificate records my place of birth as my parents home address in Pentre, however whilst as a young man being vetted for security those checking me out discovered this error. Shortly after I visited the Hospital and was told they had not kept any records of births and questioned if there had been any ... I was left in some awe at the ability... Read more
The 'Good Old Days'?
My grandparents lived in 45 Bute Street next to the barber's shop and a few doors away from the cinema. I was evacuated there in 1941 and went to school in Treherbert for a couple of years, and I have the most happy memories of the place. Pumping the organ at Carmel chapel where my grandmother was the organist; going to Jim the Baker's place and getting my ears rubbed by a pair of very callous hands; watching the barber (Ivor?) get wax spills and burn the hair at the back of his customer's heads - why? Taking the cat in a carrier bag to the cinema because my cousin and myself thought he would like the film (it was the first time I ever heard a cat growling as he hurtled up the aisle and ran home); ice cream at Bracchi's cafe on the corner; the night when the Germans dropped a landmine on Cwmparc; my grandfather in a tin bath in front of the fire when he came... Read more
Kilkenny Farm
I think it was 1986. My late mate David Tidmarsh and I were invited to his grandparents' farm for a week. I really enjoyed it. Fresh food everyday picked from the farm and cooked. David's dad Steve took us there. We went for walks, had a good laugh and went on days out. We didn't catch a bus anywhere, only to Cirencester. We walked all over the area. Would like to visit there again.
Day at Treherbert
My dad came from Treherbert. My grandad, who I never met, worked in the coal mines of the Rhondda Valley. My grandparents also owned a fish and chip shop there. If you are old enough you may even remember it. My grandad apparently used to say when he was dipping fish in batter - "These are the boys for busting boils!" My dad told me that and said he was sure a few people believed him.
I remember, as a small child, my dad took me to see my Nan. I was sat at the table and we had a big roast dinner. I recall my dad saying, "He won't manage all that." My uncle said, "Leave him alone". My peas were almost falling the plate and they got pushed back on - it was also the first time I fell asleep in the afternoon!
This was in 1974, I was only 4 years old. I also remember standing at Treherbert rail station waiting to go back home.
