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Clwyd memories
Road Going up to The School Jan 2009
The road going to the school just past 'Tan Lan'.
Dyserth Quarry Explosion
Hi there, does anyone remember being in Ysgol Hiraddug in the 1970s when the quarry blast blew rocks through the school roof?
Gus The Chippy
Gus (not his real name, just a nickname) was a great big guy with a great heart who used to have a chippy over the bridge, his chips were proper chips, you know proper ones. He moved shop to where Foxon's is now. I used to go out with Liz Foxon, her dad hadn't got much' he always used to say it would happen to me' guess what, it has, loss of hair that is. I've many more fond memories to share if you'ld like to hear some. When I was growing up in Llan Elwy I knew lots of people, mostly good souls. The May Queen, that's another tale. Mr Tomlinson, I think that was his name.
Dyserth Life
I was born in ST. Asaph and spent 7 years in Dyserth. My Nan and Taid lived there until they died in the 70's, so summer holidays were always in Dyserth. I have watched it grow from a small village to what it is now. My life and holidays there were always great. I would love visiting Nan and Taid. I remember the quarry, the siren before the blasting and the dust that would fall after. My mum would run out to bring the washing in quickly when the siren sounded. Everything was covered in whie dust. I remember the sweet shop! On one of your photographs is my Nan's house (Unfortunately not mine though). Thanks for letting me remember the good times.
Dysert Quarry - 1972 Blow Out!
I was probably in my last year in 1972 sitting in a class room at Ysgol Hirraddug when the rocks rained down. The explosion, at the time, did not seem that dissimilar to a normal explosion but within seconds everything changed. Like Andrew said, there was a slow motional downfall of rocks, some of which bounced between the H-shaped school buildings and from memory smashed through some of our classroom windows. Somehow we all escaped unhurt, perhaps a bit shocked and upset but on the whole in one piece. The lasting memories of the explosion for myself are the THUDS as the rocks/boulders hit the grass before hitting the building and after we were all let out of school and saw the BBC news guy on the road near the school looking lost, so I said to my friend to talk about what happened. Sure enough we managed to get on to the News that night. Unfortunately I never did get to see the clip as my folks decided I needed... Read more
Childhood Holidays
We stayed in a ramshackle bungalow on the Warren and Miss Doyle, the owner, stayed in an outhouse while she rented the place to us for the week! We had the most wonderful times there and went every year for a long time. Sunny days, sandy beaches and happy times! We used to stroll up to the Gronant Arms with our mum and dad and sit in a whitewashed shed and have crisps (with the little bag of salt in) and a bottle of lemonade.
Another place we stayed in had diferent wallpaper on every wall, hardly 5 * accommodation but we had a great time.
My husband and I stayed at the Beaches Hotel earlier this year and took a drive down to where the Warren used to be and I was really nostalgic.
Great to see the photos.
Sun, Sea & Sandhills at Gronant
Going on our holiday in dad's car to nan & grandad's holiday bungalows, driving over the railway bridge and onto what I always knew as Gronant (The Warren), the first thing we would see would be the little wooden shops. My dad would carry me on his shoulders to buy a windmill and a bucket & spade and then onto the sandhills for a day of fun.
What fantastic memories of our family holidays of sun, sea and sandhills at Gronant. (The picture is just how I remember the wooden shops).
