Nostalgic memories of Abergwynfi's local history
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I have a photograph of your Grandfather Gordon Speck if this is any good to you?? Roy Lewis
Visited Abergwynfi a couple of times in the past 20 years, to see where my Great Grandfather was a policeman in 1902. His name was John Normington. We visited the old Police station which is now someone's home, did not get a chance to talk to anyone as no one was home. Does anyone out there have any info (...Read full memory)
I was born in Abergwynfi in 1942, but the family moved up to the midlands when I was a few weeks old. We returned home every year for our annual hols and sometimes at Xmas. The memories I hold are quite idyllic and I have never lost my love of mountains. We had numerous relatives in the village, and there were always visits (...Read full memory)
I have an old wristwatch which belonged to my great uncle, which was bought by the people of Abergwynfi, presented to rifleman Arthur Hanford on being awarded the military medal 1914.
My great-grandfather was William Edwards. He ran the newsagents/tobacconist/bookshop at 55 Jersey Road, Blaengwynfi in the early part of the 20th century. He also had another shop in Wyndham St., Treherbert which daughter Catherine (my grandmother) used to work at - she would catch the train from (...Read full memory)
My grandfather George Morgan was a colliery blacksmith, he died in an accident at work in October 1938. My grandmother's name was Hannah, she died in 1919. In the 1911 census they lived in 94 Margam Street, Cymmer. My grandfather had three brothers, John, Thomas, Francis, and a sister Alice. He died before I was born so I (...Read full memory)
I knew Gordon Speck's granddad and his second wife, also their daughter Helen. His granddad used to teach music and singing in the Westlyan chapel when I was a child, At 12 years old I was confined to bed for two years and it was Mrs Speck who started my love of reading, she came to vist and bought me a book 'What Katy (...Read full memory)
My memories relate to an era around the early 1960s. My father: Cyril Rex Speck, was, I believe, born and raised in Abergwinffi. His father, can't remember his name, owned a cafe: I think on Jersey Road; I remember playing outside and being able to see the steam trains in the distance. My grandfather's, second wife, (...Read full memory)
I left Blaengwynfi in 1952 when I was fourteen. My father was Emlyn (Capers) Thomas and my mother was Betty (Scotch) Thomas. I had four brothers and a sister. I remember that I was one of the ball boys at the football pitch at the top of the mountain. When the ball was kicked out of the pitch we ran down the mountain and the (...Read full memory)