Nostalgic memories of Caerau's local history
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I can also remember the market in Maesteg, Saturday mornings, Terry and me used to cycle to the market from 30 George Street in Caerau to fetch faggots and peas. Of course, it was easy going there, all down hill so to speak, coming back was a different matter. All up hill it was, peddle like mad, so the faggots would not get too cold, if they were cold it meant a clip round the ear. All good fun, sadly not much of the ...see more
My father Emlyn was born in October 1899 in Solva, Pembrookshire. I'm not too sure when they moved to Caerau, but I was the 4th (born 1929) of 5 (4 of whom are still living) children who were all born in Carmen Street, Caerau, to Elsie who was my mother. We moved to Abingdon in 1932, where I still live. My first memory of many holidays I had in Caerau was in 1946. I was 16 and was met at Bridgend station by my ...see more
I well remember all the dances at the Library on a Saturday night. It was a great time to meet up with friends, and the bands were great. Time to get all dressed up and kick up your heels till midnight. No worry about walking home at that time. I lived in Coegnant Road and a number of us would stroll home completly safe. Shame those days are gone. I have lived in New Zealand since 1966 but have great memories of Caerau. ...see more
I remember my gran telling me about when her father was killed in Caerau. The day after they brought him home, a couple of miners turned up at his home with his leg which was cut off in a sack. I aways remember the hooters, in Caerau and Coegnant especialy on New Year's Eve the hooters would be going off, with the bells of the church ringing also. And all of us kids would go around the doors wishing everybody 'Happy New ...see more
When I was a girl we used to make dams in the river, and climb the mountain at the back of Duffryn Hotel at Coegnant colliery. It was a magic place to grow up in. I lived in Glanafon Terrace, and went to Tonna Road School. Horn was the place to get fish, chips, rissoles. Burgess the baker used to let people cook their Christmas cakes there. We went to Sunday School in Bethany and had outings with them, and at Whitsun we marched through the streets in our best clothes.
I was born in Glenavon Terrace in 1945, my parents moved to Cambridge in 1946. Every year since I can remember, I spent all my holidays, Xmas, Easter, summer, every spare moment I could back in what I believe is home. My granma and aunt moved to 30 George Street, I loved Caerau, it was in my blood, and still is, very proud to say I'm from Caerau. My time was spent winberry picking late summer, then ...see more
My mother's parents lived in Lloyd St for many years. Grandad (known by me I am told as 'dampa') was a coal miner at the pit up the hill from Lloyd St and I remember him showing me the pit ponies (recently retired as they had put a railway up to the pithead). Dampa passed away in the late 1950s from the then common "miners disease", lack of breath. I remember he had a hand ...see more
Always remember my grandfather (Bryn George) stating all through my child hood that he had worked in st johns for 44 and a half years
Always when my gran (Cath Hatton) was working in the canteen I would go up and have a drink and a piece of cake, and she would shout at me for bringing my friends up. On a couple of occasions a man used to show me a trick by moving his fingers. Until 3 months ago I remembered him and as I saw him in Caerau bus stop I looked at his hands and saw fingers missing - what a trick.