Penrhyndeudraeth, c.1965
Photo ref: P31073X
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Photo ref: P31073X
Photo of Penrhyndeudraeth, c.1965

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A Selection of Memories from Penrhyndeudraeth

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Penrhyndeudraeth

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My grandmother jenat davies used to operate these gates form many years & during the summer used to wear a traditional welsh costume
I spent many a summer at this level crossing as my grandmother, Kate Griffiths, lived in the house at the far end of the terrace. In fact the man you can see in this photo of 1965 standing in his garden is my grandfather, Owen Griffiths. It always brings back memories of childhood with me and my brother helping to open and shut the gates every time the train came. We used to be able to name all the engines ...see more
1960 - I was only seven then, but I spent every summer until I was eighteen at my grandmother's house in School Street - 'number nine' - strange name for a house but that's what everyone called it. Every Wednesday (or was it Thursday) afternoon - early closing and Stryd Fawr (High Street) was always this deserted! The width of Stryd Fawr is staggering - planners had carefully laid out the lower area of ...see more