Ccefn Fforest

A Memory of Cefn.

My memories of Cefn Fforest were of Whitson marches in your new clothes and having sore feet where your new sandles rubbed your feet raw. Along with 'Thomas The Milk' was Pughs Farm who had a horse and cart delivering the milk - my parents would send me out to collect the milk in a jug - this was before the milk bottles came into being. Also the police station where Sgt Church and 'Brace the Bobby' put the fear of God into us. Of Mrs Wilton in the fish shop (the tin shack) over the shops where the pensioners bungalows are now, where you could get a penny bag of scrumps. The Sally Army playing their music on a Sunday afternoon on Bedwellty Road. Also the wonderful ice-cream you would get from Conti's next door to Rees Jones's. Oh, the butcher was Fred Palmer, a big man with rosey cheeks. Another memory was being made to go and collect the manure off the road after the milk cart had made a visit and the horse had left a present! My grandfather, Dick Dunstan, used to tell us it was great for the roses, so we had to go out with a pan and brush to scrape every last drop of the road. My memories of Cefn Fforest are endless, it was a great place to grow up in - although we didn't appreciate it at the time.