Aberaeron, The Harbour Wall c.1955
Photo ref: A182055
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Photo ref: A182055
Photo of Aberaeron, The Harbour Wall c.1955

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The harbour was built owing to the foresight of the Reverend Alban Gwynne following the enabling 1807 Harbour Act, and he spent his wife's inheritance building the planned Georgian town to go with it. Watching these young ladies walking along the harbour edge, it is difficult to imagine how busy a tourist spot this small town of brightly coloured houses was to become. The corn merchants and the Red Lion Hotel on the left still vie for trade from a rural economy that would change dramatically in favour of fancy ice cream and chic hotels.

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A Selection of Memories from Aberaeron

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 Aberaeron

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I remember going to Aberaeron as a young boy to the Aeron coast campsite c1965, with our caravan my father made.....Have such great memories being there.... came back a couple years ago for a holiday and  been coming back ever since!. Would be nice if anyone had any photos of the campsite around the time I was there.
The shop on the corner here, was an electrical shop owned by Dyson Jones, and he used to allow some of us boys to sit in his shop to watch B/W t.v. in his shop, it was great for us whose parents could not afford such things in the 50s.
The Bedford van belonged to the Bowens who had a bakery right by where the van is parked, my brother, grandfather, uncle, and cousins worked there at different times over the years, my mother had a small discount on the bread bought.
The lady waiting for the bus is my mother, Rona Jones nee Jones, my gran lived in Alma, Tabernacle Street, which was a Chapel house, my Nan and Dadcu had to take care of the Chapel across the road, and in those days had to feed and provide an overnight stay for visiting preachers. As a boy I had to go a hundred yards down the road, I had to take a bucket and fill it with water from a stand pipe near a garage, I had to ...see more