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Wern maps
Historic maps of Wern and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Wern maps
Wern photos
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Weston Rhyn| Bronygarth| Gobowen| Chirk| St Martins| Oswestry| Pontfadog| Llwynmawr| Whittington| Dolywern| Froncysyllte| Newbridge| Cefn Mawr| Trevor| Rhosymedre| Glyn Ceiriog| Garth| Acrefair| Ruabon| Llangollen| Llansilin| Erbistock| Berwyn| Valle Crucis| Llantysilio
Wern area books
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Memories of Wern
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Shropshire memories
Embarkation Leave
Mrs Barrett, the Post Mistress at that time, gave me a 1947 farthing for luck when I joined the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers in June 1952. She said she had given one to village lads in WW2 and most of them came back, so look after it.
I went to Suez and came back and it is still on my key ring.
Happy Holiday Memories
I now live in Lincolnshire but my father and family are native to Weston Rhyn and many family members still live in the area. I spent many happy holidays in Weston Rhyn as a schoolboy, I stayed at my aunt's house in Rhoswiel just by the canal and would pop across to the local shop run by Mrs Slaughter for sweets etc, or sometimes I stayed at my gran's house (Mrs Williams) at Station Cottages ( They used to run the local newspaper business). But my one love in Weston Rhyn was trainspotting on the then open station. Many happy memories.
Safe Fun in Childhood
I was born in 1962 in my family home, number 36 (now 116) Hammonds Place. It's not so common these days to be born at home. There was a community spirit on the estate, all the kids addressed adults as auntie or uncle or Mr/Mrs, there was lip but respect. My best memories of Gobowen were the woods with bluebells and dumped Ford Zephyr cars etc complete with front bench seat, the fields prior to them becoming a housing estate and playing fields, the meadows by Perry's garage, the Rhewl bank and the walks that were fun and safe for all us kids due to more freedom, less traffic etc, this has now changed, the Gobowen of today is full of houses, no safe hideaways for kids, you can't even sit on the wall by the chippy and ask for batter bits. I can't say who ran the chippy but Idris Roberts had his finger in every other business "scam" - a rough diamond!! There were also good times spent... Read more
Gobowen Junior School
I went to Gobowen School from about 1964-1970. I lived in Hengoed, and when I first started school in Gobowen, my mum used to take me and collect me on the back of her bike. As I got older, I walked down Trewern Lane and cut across the field by Wats Dyke, then across the railway by the Hart & Trumpet, through the Back Alley and down Old Chirk Road. If the fields weren't too muddy, sometimes I'd walk home across the fields to Hengoed and would cross the railway at the Black Bridge - maybe lingering long enough to see a steam loco pulling a goods train (I think all the passenger trains had already changed over to diesel). I'd get home and mum would say "I've told you not to hang around on the bridge". I would swear I hadn't been there, but I guess the flecks of soot probably gave the game away! I remember the Headmaster at Gobowen was a man called Edwin Jones;... Read more
Would You Swim in This Today?
This the exact spot where I learned to swim, it was muddy, cold, and wonderful, it was also where I learned to use a canoe with the school, we actually had to turn it over...Yuk... My Mum would send us to Ushers shop on the canal a little way back, for bread..I can smell it now. Climbing up the steep hill home I would peal off bits of crust to eat, sit on the big stone that was halfway up the hill...I now live in Florida and swim daily in the Gulf of Mexico... in the canal you never had to be concerned for stingrays, and sharks though.
Ushers Shop
I have always known it as Ushers, although I remember it being run by a Mr. Fisher who has a teenage daughter who had a pony....I remember her being very kind to me when I was a little girl. I remember her singing a song about girls sitting in the back seat hugging and kissing with Fred . Very funny. Random thoughts...Just along the canal was the Dyke walk, it seemed so big as I was so little, and there was a footpath through it, it was a magical wood and My brother would always hide and I would feel so alone in that big wood...I remember meeting an old woman named Mrs. Calendar who had two golden retriever dogs, who lived at the end of the wood, she told us that the wood was haunted and you could hear the chains rattle on windy nights.. I don't think I ever went there again.
SAD!
My aunt Dylis used to have a fruit and veg shop on this street and I can remember going with my gran to the shop and helping to make wreathes for funerals.
My gran used to live in Beatrice Street, opposite the train station. I seem to remember that the access to this was via a footbridge on which I used to stand to wait for the steam trains to pass underneath. At the back of the station was the beginning of a walk which I used to do with my father. It took you to a place called Shell Bank where the land had slid away revealing a layer of shells from thousands of years ago. None of these remain anymore, how sad!
