Nostalgic memories of Kenfig Hill's local history
Share your own memories of Kenfig Hill and read what others have said
For well over 10 years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs. Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.
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I was born in 1939 and grew up in Kenfg Hill, living at 65 Pisgah Street, Foster Buildings, and 7 Albion Place during the war years. Albion Place was then in an area of Kenfig Hill known as The Huts, because the dwellings were all semi detached of wooden construction, rather like large chicken sheds, but by all accounts (...Read full memory)
The lovely Thomas family took me in as an evacuee during the war years, they had a daughter, Myra or similar. Sundays were special, we visited grandparents up on a hill. Moria C.M. Sunday School presented me with a Bible which I still have. Night chapel, the children had to go down the front and read a (...Read full memory)