My mum's parents and her brother lived right next door to the Griffin Press no.74. I, my sister, Mum and Dad would travel down from Paddington on the steam train for Christmas and it would be open house for visitors, always so warm with the coal fire. How did we all fit into that small house, but I loved going up (...Read full memory)

My recollection is of my friends and me belonging to Penygarn Tabernacle Chapel for children's religious teachings. Every Sunday afternoon we all traipse across to the little house behind the chapel. There were only two rooms one downstairs for the younger children and one upstairs for the older children, in the cold (...Read full memory)