Nostalgic memories of Nantyffyllon's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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I lived in this from 1964 until I got married in 1987. My father Leslie Lougher lived here from 1962 with my mother Monica until she died in 1986. He then lived there until he died in 2012. He used to tell me that it was once a police house or station and I would love to see any pictures of how it used to look
I was born in Nanty in 1947, I lived on High Street. My dad was Tom Bevan and I went to Nanty Infants School. I remember as a child playing down by the river with my friends and my mam shouting at me because I was getting dirty and wet. My dad was a miner and worked in Cwmdu Collery. When it was the miner's holidays we used to go on day trips to Porthcawl and Barry. I remember going on picnics up the ...see more
My memories are about being forced to take piano lessons from a lovely lady with beautiful teeth. Her name was Beatrice Allsopp, she lived in Nanty as we called it.
My cousins Les and Connie White and their son Wayne White lived on Picton St. I remember the pub at the top of Picton Street can't remember the name but I had my hen party there in 1969.
My brother in law and sister in law, Mary and Clive ...see more
I lived in Greenfield St, near the River Llynfi, the river lulled me to sleep at night and the big coal waggons on their way to Coignant colliery woke me up in the morning.
I used to ride my pony round the Darren Valley and climbed 'the coed' for a view of my valley. I went to the Catholic school in Ewenny Road and I can recall the very strict discipline - also the terrors of the Catholic school. We were a large ...see more
These were the years when the activity with friends, in Nanty, was at its most intense for me. I was born in Grove Street, 1947, and left to explore the big wide world in 1967. Compared to today, living in Nanty was idyllic, most of the time we played outside until dark over the river, tickling trout or hanging around Tal’s fish & chip shop, no fear or a care in the world. The big thing was November ...see more
We lived in John Street until 1960, our surname was Griffiths, I had a sister Carol and bother Bobby, then we moved to Fleetwood in Lancashire. I have been back many times. I remember Alcwin (hope that's how you spelt it) coming with his horse and cart selling fruit and veg. I was a pupil at Nantyffyllon infants school, the head teacher was Mr Miller. At New Year the collery hooters used to sound, and we ...see more
My grandmother Ellen & her 2nd husband lived in Humphrey Street from about 1913/4 until 1954 approx. I remember walking across the meadows around there with Pa as a very small child. Have no photos.
My grandparents lived in Hearts of Oak Cottages and we used to go and see them on Sundays with my dad and brothers while my mam made dinner. We would walk down the old line. My dad took us to the engine room at the colliery to show us the engine, it was exciting, then we would go to Gran's for a drink and a bite to eat. I loved my gran's food. She gave us sixpence every week half a crown on our birthday.
My grandfather lived in John Street and kept lots of chickens. As everything was rationed during my childhood we were very lucky to have eggs from him. I remember calling in with my dad to collect eggs and to see a wire mesh area besides the fire in the kitchen which was fenced off and lots of little baby yellow chickens running around. My mother was never happy at seeing this done as she was a little fanatical about housework, but us kids thought it great fun.