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Station Road

A Memory of Cwmbran.

Hi, I used to lived in Tynewydd Road as a small child. My name is Hook. I then moved to number 28 Station Road, I lived next door to Mr and Mrs Gazzi who ran the coffee bar in Pontnewydd. My father's name was Brinley Charles Hook(deceased) and my mother's name is Alice. My grandparents were Betty and William Charles Hook, my grandfather was known as Charlie (both deceased).
My brother's name is Nigel, he still lives in London and has his own business as a theatrical designer, my sister's name was Sharon (she sadly died in 2007) and my baby sister is Tracy who lives next door but one to me in Southville area.
I can remember the station in Pontnewydd, and playing in the fields at the back of Station Road/ Tynewydd Road as a child, I think there is a complex on the area now.


Added 01 February 2009

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Comments & Feedback

Hi, I also lived on Tynewydd Road from the age of 10 until I married at 18 and moved to Brooklands Ter in front of Brooklands park. I was born and raised in Stanley Place and the railway sidings of the old station was my playground. My father worked the signal box when I was a baby. I too played in the fields behind station road. We called them the Wellers (don't know why!). My school was Maendy infants and juniors. Mingy route to school was to cross the railway and jump down over the school wall. We blackberry picked along the railway tracks, jumping out of the way when trains approached, and shimmied on our bellies along branches hanging over the railway lines, to enjoy being bounced as the trains hurtled underneath! My mother said I turned her hair grey, as years later, I admitted to the things we got up to as kids. Heaven forbid my own children or grandkids did stuff half as dangerous!

Sair Mann

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