Betws Garmon, Plas Y Nant C.E Holiday Home, Tennis Court 1950
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A Selection of Memories from Betws Garmon

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 Betws Garmon

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I first went to Plas with my parents in 1955. From 1958 till 1966, it became my second home, first holidaying - summer, Christmas, Easter, Whit - and from 1962, as one of that select band, a Plas leader. I have continued to visit on and off up to Plas closing its doors in 2007. The memories remain fresh today and the friendships are life long. In 1997, Auntie Lena died, aged 92 and I had the privilege of ...see more
We went to stay at Plas-Y-Nant, Easter, Whit and Summer every year in the 50s. It was simply wonderful. Yes, I remember Auntie Lena and the whole range of little customs and practices we willingly engaged in. Not the least important of these was the evening 'down and up' - the group walk down the drive, along the road and up the bridle path. The bridle path was, of course, only wide enough for two to walk up ...see more
I first was introduced Plas Y Nant by The Rev. Ken D Beardsley who took a large group of us youngsters from the Methodist church in Menston Yorkshire in 1966. We were there introduced to the the formidable, affectionately known As Aunty Lena. She was not really formidable at all and was dearly loved by all. Here I was lead with others up the the 'PYG' track to the the Snowdon summit by John Cantrill, hope I ...see more
I went to Plas in the 1960s and have fabulous memories of the wonderful holidays and all the fun things that happened, the outings, the trips to Carnaerfon, the tricks we played and of course our wonderful Auntie Lena who actually was our real auntie, she was my father's oldest sister, but no one believed us as everyone called her Auntie Lena. I would love to hear from anyone else who went at the time, and has ...see more