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Although I am still contact with some of my classmates, I can't forget that a number of things began for me at Clarendon - a love of the Bible; through it we were given foundation to which we can come back over and over again, a love of music and a love of sport. The plaque that was on the (...Read full memory)

I remember on family holidays we use to come and sit on the beach and make a hollow out of the pebbles and shelter from the wind. Also the shellfish stall - of getting cockles for me and oysters for my mum. Its exactly how I remember it.

We use to walk down this road to the beach with the cafe and seafood stalls at the end. Use to watch the "Welsh Dragon" train go past as the line was close to the beach. Steam in those days and what a site it was.

I was a student at Clarendon between 1963 and 1966, and how I remember the Sunday evenings curled up before the fire listening to gospel and classical music before supper. Of course there were also the House evenings spent in the Principal's parlour doing our sewing or embroidery or some other craft work, (...Read full memory)

We had a small caravan in Pensarn and as a child I remember the walk down to the beach and the man with his donkies in this picture. Further along was a small fun fair.

Looking at this photo, I'm taken back to summers on that beach full of pebbles and the cafe shown with its novel smell, something like milky coffee!  At about this time Abergele had a cinema, upstairs in the market street. My parents owed Coed Mor, a guest house in the town, and some of the children staying (...Read full memory)

I grew up in Abergele and I remember a man called Harold. He was a sort of 'tramp' I use this word rather in caution because he lived in a small shack by Slaters on what is now the Tesco car park. He helped out at the cattle market which was again sighted where Teso'c is now. As a boy I was a little afraid of him because he tended to (...Read full memory)

"Uncle Griff" was Griffith Breeze, originally from Oswestry, but lived in Abergele with his daughter Thelma - he wasn't actually a relative, I think he may have been brought up with my Step-Grandmother Agnes Jones (nee Adams.) I lived in Liverpool and would visit "Uncle Griff" at Oswestry and Abergele - he was such a lovely (...Read full memory)

I was a pupil at Clarendon from 1971-75, when I had to leave after the fire. I wasn't allowed to go to the new school in Bedford, it was too far away for my parents, I was very disappointed. It was a privilege to be a pupil there, even though at the time we didn't think so - I was homesick alot of the time. I have (...Read full memory)

This photo shows what was known as the black shed just above the first bridge on the river Gele, to the left of the photo was the school field at the bottom of Berth Glyd where I was born. If you go up Gypsy Lane you will come to an old stone bridge, this bridge is known as the first bridge, which is one of four that crosses (...Read full memory)