Abergarw, The Bridge 1938
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Memories of Abergarw, the Bridge 1938

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My name is David Strutt and I moved with my parents to 5 Heol yr Ynys when I was only 6 months old, in 1941, having been bombed out in London. I have often wondered what happened to folk that lived there. We seemed to know lots of people. I remember Jimmy Sadd, Billy Ward who lived at Riverside, Mervyn Priddle, Mary Glasson who married Bob Ford (they had the grocer's shop), Joan Goodman, Cedric ...see more
I was was born at Abergarw hostels in 1947. I have lovely memories of my childhood living there. Lived in Ogmore Gardens right by the river. Every summer we would build a dam across the river to make a pool where we would spend our days learning to swim, I think all us hostel children learned to swim in Ogmore River. Also there was a community hall where pantomimes were held with the cast made up of hostel ...see more
I am Philip Hopkins, born 1952 and moved the Ostels when I was 6 months old and lived there till I was 10. We lived in the posh part of the Ostels (brick built), I think the hostel had two bedrooms and was in a place called Ty-Draw Square, opposite the shop run by a Mr Priddle. My father Tal Hopkins, was a fruit & veg merchant delivering to shops all over the Bridgend area. My mother was Marjorie. I also ...see more
My name is Gareth Davis, brother of Yvonne Davis, and son of Harry & Gwen Davis, originally of 35, Heol yr Ynis, Abergarw Estate, commonly known as "The Hostels". I remember my big sister Yvonne walking me over this bridge every morning to go to Brynmenyn primary school which was quite a long way for children to go, passing the old pub over the railway line where my grandad (also Harry Davis - with ...see more