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Wern-Y-Cwrt maps
Historic maps of Wern-Y-Cwrt and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Wern-Y-Cwrt maps
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Raglan| Chain Bridge| Usk| Llanover| Llanellen| Llangwm| Llanvetherine| Rockfield| Llantilio Pertholey| Abergavenny| Mardy
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Gwent memories
Round House
My Father Henry (Jim) Griffiths lived with his eight brothers and sisters in the Round house, which I think was up the ally next to the Postoffice. His mother was Alice Griffiths, she brought up all these children on her own. I wonder if anyone has a photo of the round house?
Raglan - Castle Street
My childhood memories of Raglan are indelible in my mind. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle (Bessie and Ernie Morgan) at No 3 Castle Street during the war years. I well remember my first day at school, sitting on the obelisk at the junction of Chepstow Road, being chased by the geese down the Chepstow Road, 'helping' my uncle pump the organ, the harvest festivals, Roy Silverthorne's voice resounding around the church, sergeant Needs and his alsation, the brook, the castle, the wonderful smell of Mrs Hook's and the Powells bakery, Rhwylas farm, which is totally responsible for my love of dairy farming (although I was born 17 miles out of London). So it was through Rhwylas farm that I find myself in Australia, via New Zealand ...but that's another story. By the way, I never made it as a farmer! Wonderful, wonderful memories.
Tump Farm
We lived at Tump Farm, Bettws Newydd around 1949, and it was while my father was employed by Mr Trevor Jones, who farmed the Thornbury Farm in that village. My brothers and I attended the small village school situated opposite the house, where the Phillips family lived. Our school friends were: Kenneth Jones, Billy Taylor, Donald Powell, Lavinia Coyle, Tony and Melba Evans, David Morgan, Charlie and Yvonne Murray, Gordon and Trevor Griffin, Raymond Griffiths, Christopher Davies, Sheilla Brooks, and our headteacher was the legendary Mrs Rees. Known by all, as Ol' Ma Rees, who was a good teacher or at least I passed my eleven plus exam and graduated to King Henry XIII Grammar School in Abergavenny.
Davis Family
My great-grandmother Margaret Adams, according to the Census of 1891, lived with the Davis family as a servant. The address was Bird Cottage, Main Road. I just wondered if anyone had any information? The Davis family comprised of Robert and Clara, with their children Thom (3) Mary (2) and Eleanor (7 months) and also Elizabeth Crunk, aged 72, who I would imagine is the mother in law.
The George Family of Tregare
The George Family originated from Tregare and I can trace the origin back to 1613. Many of the family are buried at Tregare Church Is there anyone out there who can help my go back beyond 1613? My email address ie allengeorge@ btinternet.com
Can Anyone Remember
My name is Tereesa Shackell now (was Torrington0, I lived in 4 Ty Freeman Road Gwehelog. I have three brothers and went to the little school in Gwehelog in 1959. Can anyone send me any information please? I used to hang out with Christine and Rosemary Schultz and Ann Bignell. My brothers name is Howell Torrington. My teacher's names were Mrs Davies and Miss Mortimer.
Evacuee From Folkestone
I was evacuated to Llandewi on 2nd June 1940. I was billeted with Mrs Smith at Upper House, Coed Morgan. I will never forget the kindness shown, both by Mrs Smith and daughter Irene and also son Alan and his wife who had a small farm further up the road. I was only there for three months before having to pass on to the Grammar School, which had been evacuated to Merthyr Tydfil. The difference between the two places, and the people were like Heaven & Hell. I didn't return home until after four years had passed - just in time for the doodle-bugs.
