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Fire And Ambulance Station
The Grosvenor was used as a fire (station 8 then became station B10) and ambulance station until the lease ran out in the late 1970s. The ambulance station was the first to move out, followed 12 months later by the fire service, the new station has been at its current site in west street since 1980 (then called Dyfed County Fire Brigade.). The main building was converted into 4 or so flats for fire brigade personnel, the ambulance (full time manned) and fire watch rooms (retained) were situated through the window directly behind the black and white post in the photo. On top of the roof was a large air raid siren housed in a red covering, the last time I heard this working was during the heatwave of 1976 to call out the fire pump, the siren could be heard for many miles. I remember whenever the siren was set to go all ornaments, cups etc had to be taken down off shelves before the vibration shook them down.... Read more
Dyfed memories
Pleasant Hill
1938 memories.
Does anyone know anything else about this property...ie. when built?
Thank you
Boyhood Memories
As a child I lived in a lovely house called Glanafon next to the old County Stores bakery in St Clears with my mother Anglea and step-dad Malcolm, and my 2 sisters, Rosemarie and Teresa. Unfortunately Teresa passed away over 20 years ago whilst we lived in Wales, but the loving memories of my family and fantastic innocent memories of our childhood and upbringing in St Clears will remain forever in my thoughts and heart. Just to get up on a summer holiday and go fishing on the Dewi or Taf with my mates was one of my summer highlights, to catch fresh sewin or salmon, or to just hop on the bus through Laurgharne and to spend the day at Pendine Sands. Oh, the joy of innocent childhood memories, I wouldn't change a thing. As a young adult I had the pleasure and honour of working for the local authority in St Clears and met and worked with some lovely people whose friendship I will always cherish in my... Read more
RE: My Grandparents
Maldwyn and May John of Rose Cottage, Cwmfelin Mynach, my grandparents on my mother's side, Gwenda Doreen Griffiths, eldest daughter and sister to Eleanor Linda Jones, Maldwyn Lesley John and Maldwyn Brian John. Brian still lives there, runs his own garage (Rose Garage). My memory is of going down there in the summer holidays, playing in the sand outside the front door with cars and lorries when I was 2 years old. I'd spend the day there, in the shade of the tree. Every year for the summer holidays I would be there for the whole holiday, then at the age of 5 my grandad passed away, but I still went down for summer holidays. I remember going to see Glen in the shop, next door to my gran's house, then to see all the relatives who lived down there. I was always in the vestry garden catching grasshoppers in a jar, going to the chapel with my gran when she cleaned, there was so much to do in such... Read more
Robblins Sweet Shop
I remember Mrs Robblin used to keep a sweet shop in her pantry, which you had to walk through her living room to get to. I lived in Hill Park and as children we would walk up to the top of Coxhill and her house was tucked in on the left hand side.
I remember there would usually be a coal fire burning and two gentlemen sat on a sofa smoking their pipes!
Years later my Aunty, Uncle and cousin lived in the very house, and it had been modernised by then.
THE SHACK
We as a family stayed in what we called 'the shack', it was situated next to the Amroth Arms. The shack was on a large piece of land. A stream ran through the grounds, it went under the road into the sea, and often when the tide was high it would come over the road into the garden. The shack was owned by a very nice family who lived 2 houses up from the Amroth Arms, there was Ruth, her husband and son, Ian. Sadly Ian died, then I am afraid so did his parents. The shack was very primitive inside, a wonderful double bed one end was held up by a few books. The children would only have to walk under the stream bridge and they were on the beach where we could watch them from the shack. How things have changed in a few short years, the shack has now been sold, and the whole shape of the front has changed due to the very high tides they... Read more
Connie's Field
In the late 1950s and 1960s we used to stay in a field halfway down the road into the village of Amroth and a lady called Connie owned a small farm, so we called it Connie's field. At first we used to just camp then later Dad got a Dormobile van, then later we stayed in a caravan just behind the pub, it was a Bluebird van. I have so many happy memeries of Amroth - Dad getting us up so early to catch the tide going out and trying to catch the flat fish, and musseling, and taking them back and cooking them over a camp fire - fantastic. I once went back in the 1970s and it was so different to what I had remembered, there was a big caravan park just along the front, but all I could think of was Connie teaching us to milk her few cows and heping her around the farm.
Sadley my mum died in 1963 so I never went back there... Read more
