George Street

A Memory of Caerau.

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 Year'. I moved from there in 1958 to not very far away, to Maesteg. Anyway back to my story. I used to go down the station with couple of pennies and travel to Maesteg in one direction and Cynner in the other. I did manage to get as far as Treherbet through the long tunnel which was very scary on my own, you won't do that today. On Friday market day I used to love having chips in a cafe where the card shop is today. There was a stallholder who used to sell china and he used to rattle plates so much I thought they would break. Well, that's all for now.

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