Nostalgic memories of Aberbargoed's local history
Share your own memories of Aberbargoed and read what others have said
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Displaying Memories 11 - 20 of 22 in total
I was born in Cwrt Coch Street, Aberbargoed in 1965. I remember I used to sit in Chris the cobbler's shop for hours chatting, his shop was a mess but he was good. When I was about 10 I was sat on the pavement waiting for my mam to come home from work, when the work bus with the pit men came down the street and went into the wall and knocked it down on top of me. I was taken to hospital in ...see more
I was born in Pill, Newport, Mon, in 1938 and with my grandmother Charlotte Selina Jane Rossiter used to visit relatives in Aberbargoed. As in other memories, I shall never forget passing beneath the endless drums in the air transporting waste from the mines to the tips that to a child resembled huge mountains, the memory of miners' cottages and backyards with their outside toilets and the zinc bath hung on fences or ...see more
It's funny, you are right, the dance always ended in a fight. They had some good bands though.
I was a paperboy from 1967-1970. My round was from Cliff Davies shop to the top of the pit past the old St Margaret's factory and on I walked to Brittania, it was a newish estate then. Some mornings I got a lift off Dai Radford the milkman in his very rare Landrover milk float.
I was born in Aberbargoed in 1949 - I can also remember the buckets going over the main road and riding them holding on the side and dropping! My gran lived in the side streets. I used to deliver newspapers in the morning from Dai Hughes to Pant Street etc and when I was a kid I used to help deliver bread from the Wonderloaf van for several years -more to drive the van than for the money! Dai (the Bread) - real name ...see more
I lived in Aberbargoed from 1956 until I got married in 1980. I loved the youth club on Pant Street. Started going when I was 12. We had some great dances there which usually ended up in a massive fight! I often wonder what happened to some of the people I went to school with. I can remember the buckets going across from Bargoed to Bedwellty. We used to play over the field under the buckets. My brother ...see more
I can remember meeting my 'first boyfriend' David Harding when I was 14, and him buying me my first Welsh doll.
And having lovely walks up the 'Grieg' and being able to watch the wild horses, and actually sitting on the back of a huge white wild horse my cousin managed to catch.
And collecting blackberries, and picking holly up near Bedwelty church, and being scared to death when taking a short cut through the churchyard, and going to the 'Tin Shed' for bread for my mum.
I remember when we would ride the buckets from Bargoed Pit to Brittania across the river, our big rope swing by Angel Lane and teasing the Pit Bobby. How we survived I'll never know. I think we learned more about elf'n safety the natural way than all the over-paid 'experts' could in a lifetime of courses that they have attended, I'm still kicking in my middle age...
I remember sliding down the quarry on Markham Road. When I got to the bottom a man gave me a clout for being so daft. I bet he would not get away with it nowadays.
Nearly forgot about the quarry on the Markham road. Lucky to be still alive with all the dead sheep in there.