The Village 1938, Ystrad Mynach
Memories of The Village 1938, Ystrad Mynach
Ystrad Mynach Training Workshop.
I left Heolddu comprehensive school in Bargoed in 1985 and I went straight onto a YTS. I had to get a bus down to Ystrad to start my apprenticeship at ''Ystrad Mynach training workshop'' which was in Penalta Road. I started there around June of that year, I was on the upholstery section where I was trained to use staple guns that were attached to air compressors. I also went to the College one day a week, a Thursday to do my bricklaying course, good days, does anyone remember it?
Ystrad Mynach & local memories
Read and share memories of Ystrad Mynach and Mid Glamorgan inspired by Frith photos.
My paternal grandparents lived at 19 Brynmynach Avenue during the early part of 20th century. My grandfather worked at the local colliery until his death in 1937. Grandmother died in 1949 but two of her sons,my uncles, lived there until 1982. The family were Davies, David( Dai) and Annie. John and Dick were two of the sons. My father was Douglas. I was looking at some old cine films recently and we have one of Brynmynach Ave before any of the newer houses were built in 60's.It brought back wonderful memories.Does anyone remember our family?
Grandma & Grandpa
I'm trying to remember back a long time, hopefully someone can help out. Grandparents on Dad's side lived in Ystrad, in a house I think was called Pentwyn, in Penallta Road, on a slight hill not far from a railway overbridge for the Rhymney Railway. Grandpa was called Frank Wallington Field, he worked as an insurance agent and died in the 1950's, and grandma was Cecelia Field, she died in the late 60's I think. Their children were Herbert Frank (my dad, died 1975) and Muriel (died in the 80's I think). Memory cells starting to kick in, so going back to the house (which I have tried to do physically, but can't find it), I think it was a fairly standard Victorian terrace (possibly), with a small front garden & steps up to the front door. Once inside there was a staircase to upstairs immediately in front of you and a door to the front room (usually out of bounds!) to the left. Down a short corridor to the... Read more
Recollections of Ystrad Mynach
Over seventy years ago my father and mother lived in Rose Cottage, half way down Commercial Street, but there was no Commercial Street then just a row of brick houses known as Brick Row. They faced the opposite way to Commercial Street and the church had a spire then, such a pretty village all flowers and water wheels, and baptisms took place in the brook.
My grandparents lived in Bryn Mynach Avenue (Beach family) and later my Uncle Fred & Aunty Doreen. My own mother had moved to London shortly after leaving school. My brother spent the war years in Ystrad and I have spent many a happy holiday staying in the area. I still have a lot of cousins living in Maes y Cwmmer and Caerphilly areas. I always try and get down to South Wales from Essex at least once or twice a year. Always good times and the last three trips this year the sun has shone.
The Pier And The Pictures
Who can remember going to the Saturday morning pictures? We would see films like 'Annie Get your Gun' and 'An American in Paris' , followed by the wonderful 'Captain Marvel' etc. My friends and I would often act out bits from the movies, singing and dancing on the pier head, which gave us a wonderfully natural stage on which to perform. What a strange piece of architecture it is. I'm glad that it's still there. If you see someone taking photos of that and other pieces of Ystrad it might be me! Ann (nee Webb)
Born & Bred
Having lived my entire life in Ystrad, and still a happy resident, I remember the village being a REAL village. Mum shopped in the C0-0p, whilst staff entertained her inquisitive children. Does anyone remember that amazing conveyor at the back of the store! Shopping was a social activity with Mum spending more time chatting, catching up with the gossip than actually shopping. We would amuse ourselves around thier feet with the promise of sausage and chips in John,s Caff keeping us in place. Eating out was a rare treat and the cafe's in Ystrad being very special places used as reward systems for good behaviour. I know times change but I believe Supermarkets have altered the valley culture, with nipping down to T....o replacing the leisurely stroll and social activity that used to be grocery shopping. Back then I knew every shop owner, and nothing was too much trouble, I cant imagine modern shops spending 15 minutes searching out the much needed 10p screw, as... Read more
My grandparents lived in one of the houses at the station, I have some older photos than shown on your site. My grandfather worked for the railway and I have lots of fabulous memeories of the area since the 1960s to 1985 or thereabouts. One of my brothers was schooled in Ystrad. I loved going back there. I stayed with my own family in a farm near Ystrad many years ago, and had a lovely time. I still cherish the visits back, even now.
Carole Murphy, nee Harris
I was born in Ystrad Mynach in 1931. I remember: the soccer field, watching Dai the goalie, the abattoir, Blackriver, cinema, arcade, Bottom Ystrad, the junior school, pre-war days. We were adventurous, often playing up on the rocks and in the pine plantation. My grandparents lived in Hill Street nd Bryn Mynach. Sadly we left Ystrad in 1939 to live 4 miles away at Pengam, but still walked there every Sunday to see my grandparents, a total of approximately 8 miles, weather permitting. Walking was a safe pleasure then.
PICNICS IN THE PARK
MY MEMORIIES OF YSTRAD PARK AS A CHILD ' MY MOTHER AND HER FRIENDS WOULD GATHER ALL US CHILDREN AND WALK TO THE PARK WHERE WE WOULD HAVE A PICNIC AND PLAY ALL DAY MOST PEOPLE GOING BACK TO 1958 WILL REMEMBER THE SWIMMING POOL THAT NOW SADLY IS FILLED IN AND SHRUBS PLANTED . WE WERE EASILY PLEASED AND HAPPY TO PLAY . CHILDREN HOWEVER ARE NOT AS WE WERE AS THEY ARE MOSTLY TODAY ONLY HAPPY WHEN THEY VANDILISE I MYSELF AM HAPPY TO SAY MY CHILDHOOD WAS THE BEST YSTRAD PARK AS NOT CHANGED TO MUCH ONLY THE OLD TENNIS HUT AS GONE MY MEMORY OF YSTRAD MYNACH .