Nostalgic memories of Gellilydan's local history

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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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Grandfathers Farm

Pen-y-Bont was my grandfather's farm, Tegid Rees was his name, Glyneth, Margaret, John (my father now deceased 1987), Beryl & David were his family. I remember to the left of the front door to the kitchen there was a big piece of slate that we all and my cousins, at some point had carved our names on, plus many many others... Also remember lying in one of the bedrooms listening to the rain belting down on ...see more

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Added 18 May 2013

In My Heart This Is Where My Roots Are

I was born in Meantwrog on 1 July 1942 at 2 Fron Goch. My father was Cadwalader Jones Owens and my mother was Mary Bridget. Dad was born, I believe, at Tyn Fedw (it has now changed its name but I cannot remember what to) which was just up from Cae Glas farm in Gellilydan. My gran was Kate Owens, I never met Granddad, he died when Dad was quite young. My father worked in the gardens at Plas ...see more

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Added 04 February 2010

A Wonderful Memory From A Carnival Queen

We moved to Gellilydan so that my dad could work on the power station. We lived in a caravan, Mum, Dad, my 2 brothers, Roy, Daniel and me, Angela Maalma. We had a wonderful time living there, playing in the woods and attending the local primary school. Mr Jones was the head master and was lovely. I remember the outside toilets and when it was very cold they would freeze over, and we would ...see more

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Added 09 December 2009

An English Boy Going To School In A Welsh Village

My mother brought me aged four and my brother aged one to a farm on the outskirts of Gellilydan in 1940 to escape the bombing in Coventry. I can remember my mother taking me to the village school to see if they would let me attend lessons. I was allowed to go even though I was only four years old. I did not speak any Welsh and the children there all spoke Welsh (and as far as I ...see more