Newport, Church Of St Woolos 1893
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This beautiful church dates from the 12th century. It was originally dedicated to St Gwynllyw, a 5th-century warrior saint who established the first church on this site and is buried here. Time took its toll on the name: after changes in its Latin and Welsh forms, it became St Woolo's. In the churchyard there is an unmarked grave of ten supporters of the Chartist movement - a stone plaque near the main entrance commemorates them. The church tower was built in the 15th century on the instructions of Jasper Tudor, Duke of Bedford and uncle of Henry VII. In 1911 the Diocese of Monmouth was created, leading to St Woolo's being granted full cathedral status in 1949.

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A Selection of Memories from Newport

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My early memories are of the Nash Road Prefabs. Those flat roofed single level houses built after the war. These were later named Cheshire Avenue. We, Mum, Dad and brother John, lived at No 35 overlooking the field owned by farmer Dicky Walters. I have great memories of playing with other kids in the fields and Spytty Park. I remember going to the bake house on Nash Road at the end of the day and buying a loaf of bread ...see more
I remember walking over the top of the bridge with my father in the summer of 1953; a sunny day with a light wind... whenever in Newport alway remember this walk.
My Grandfather Ben John owned a grocery store called Monmouth Dairy opposite the Handpost - on the right hand side of this picture. I was born in 1944 and have lived most of my life in Africa - but as a very young boy I have vivid memories of my father, Derrek and my grandfather, slipping in there for a quick pint after work - I was left in the entrance hall with a lemonade. In 2007 at Christmas time I was back ...see more
My father, John, was a doctor at his surgery/house, Corporation Road and I and my brother John plus mother and father were in the shelter when the mine was dropped. I remember a discussion later about loss of panel patients (Lysaghts and Mannesment) in that street - mother kept the books! I well remember the troops camping on the rugby pitch prior to D-day. I went out one morning and all the troops were gone. It took me ...see more