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Troedrhiwfuwch maps
Historic maps of Troedrhiwfuwch and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Troedrhiwfuwch maps
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Memories of Troedrhiwfuwch
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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
Troedrhiwfuwch, Village Life
There are a few more observations I wish to make about Troedy. There is a common theme running through most of the memories posted on this website and that is one of very happy times gone by. As an outsider, I recognised early on that there was a very strong community spirit in the village. Everyone appeared to know each other and everyone was friendly and willing to help each other whenever they could. This was something I had not come across in a large town like Bristol, where I lived. Even as an outsider, I was readily accepted into village life. I used to play football and cricket in the school playground, with all the other lads. I also used to play on the swings and roundabout, go swimming in the river and climb the mountain. It seemed as if everyone I met knew me, and made me feel at home. Although there were less than a hundred houses in the village, it had a church and a chapel,... Read more
Troedy The Place of my Birth
Firstly, Troedy was in Glamorgan not Gwent or Monmouthshire as it was then known. However, the postal address was New Tredegar, Monmouthshire. I was born at 1 Chapel Road in my grandfather's house. Sam and Sarah Ward had four children, Matty, Dave, John and Rhonwen. Matty, my mother was the oldest. My father and his family lived at 57 High Street. He lived with his grandmother Jane, my Uncle Ol and Auntie Clar and Edwin. My parents were married in 1940 and I was born in 1941. My father was a soldier in the Second World War so he was away until 1945. I had relatives in Troedy, the Jones, the Williams and a host of relatives by marriage. I went to Troedy school and my teachers were Miss Lewis and Miss Pritchard. The latter taught my dad and mum as well as my grandmother. The family left in 1948 to live in London where they had a business but I came home every summer until I was 18. I... Read more
Troedrhiwfuwch.. I Can Still Spell it Fast
I was born in 1951 and I lived at 27 High Street next to Doreen's shop, I remember going in for sweets and I could hardly see over the counter and I was always amazed at all the stuff behind' real treasure' In our house we had a front room which nobody ever used and all the best furniture was in there and I had to walk through there to go upstairs, the toilet was at the top of the Garden and was shared with next door 'I remember lots of newspapers being in there and a big wooden seat'
My Gran lived near the Post Office and she had Gas lamps in the house and we used to make toast on a big brass fork held against the fire, when she made Sunday cooked dinner she got the mint from the garden. My two uncles Ivor and Sammy lived here and I loved them very much , Ivor would give me fourpence to go down the pub to get... Read more
Troedy And Mam
My mother, Marie Griffiths that was, lived in Troedy until she married in 1952 and moved to the 'Flower'. I remember the bus rides to Troedy to visit my Grandmother, Blod. As a young child, I never understood why Mam would get off the bus the other end of Troedy; there was a bus stop closer to my Grandmother's. Years later, I asked her why she did that. Her reply was "well I liked to see all the old neighbours and have a chat". It used to take us hours before we eventually got to my Grandmother's house!
I remember the tiny little house; The toilet at the bottom of the garden; no hot running water; no central heating; but a lovely little community.
My father's mother also lived in Troedy, Florrie Davies. She lived in the end house and her daughter Jeanie lived there in later years. Florrie had 16 Grandchildren altogether. She passed away in 1963.
Troedy, The Best Place in The World to Grow up
1953, my first day of school, holding hands with Brian Brown going down the street to the bottom gate of school was my first real memory of Troedy. We all took care of each other those days, we shared everything. Miss Moore would put our bottles of milk around the edge of the fireplace in winter to take the chill off it. Auntie Mattie the school cook made the best gingerbread men ever. I passed my eleven plus exam there. I still see a lot of the old Troedyites when I go to the special occasions at St Tyfaelog's church, Pontlottyn, where there is a little chapel of St Teilo which was of course the name of our little mission church that used to be situated between the cenotaph and the post office in Troedy. We used to play knock knock ginger and I was the one who always got caught because I couldn't run as fast as the others. I grew up one of six kids in number 7... Read more
The Jenkins Family
My father was born at 63 High Street Troedrhiwfuwch on 10th February 1921. His mother was Theodoshia Jenkins (nee Heatherley) and his father was Thomas George Jenkins. He had 4 sisters and a younger brother called Lawrence who died at a young age from TB. He was lucky not to follow his father down the mines as at the age of 18 joined the Royal Airforce to fight for his country as a gunner in the Second World War.
The Day I Was Born
74 High Street was the special place I was born into. My lovely Nan (Florrie) and Gransha (Will) were lovely loving grandparents who managed so much in their little 2 up 2 down, they brought a family up there - Mair who died young, Billy, Vera, Annie, Dougie and Jean Davies. We all piled into that little house often, especially on Sundays, and by this time there were at least 10 grandchildren to add to the mix. We used to get into trouble for raiding the allotments at the side of their house. I can still hear the shouts and giggles at some irrate gardener shaking his fist and threatining to tell our Gransha. Mum Annie is now 85 and spent all her years there until she married. She now lives in Blackpool but we often talk of Troedy and it's so sad that it is no more.
