Nostalgic memories of Manmoel's local history

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For many 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.

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I was born in 1955 and lived in Cwm, the village at the bottom of the mountain with Manmoel on top of it. We actually lived in Canning Street, which was about a mile from The Rhiw (pronounced Ru), which is what we called it. It was a long hilly road that took us to the top of the mountain (not sure how long the road was, but it was quite a climb). We then had a further walk to Manmoel Village where the park was, ...see more
With dawn breaking on a chilly early October morning we gathered at the bottom of King Street, we were going to spend the weekend picking " spuds" on Lou Issacs farm in Manmoel. There were three grades of pickers. The men....my father, Bernie Town, Bryn Pritchard and Phil Leonard. Then there were the adolescents...John Tovey, my brother Val, Billy Pritchard, Jimmy Pritchard, Ken Fry, and Wilfy ...see more
My memories span many years. My grandparents lived in the small terrace cottages adjacent to the pub and next door but one to the Pennys. My grandmother, Eva Morgan looked after the chapel. My Uncle Bob used to live in the farmhouse, Wyrloed Farm, on the other side of the village. I remember we all used to put a tent in the field next to the park. Everywhere was so safe. We used to go picking whinberries on ...see more
I remember coming to Manmoel on the milk cart with Reg Herbert and working at Gelligoediog Farm with the Herbert family. We used to go around the farms at shearing time and work with other farmers. The sheepdog trials were held at Llanarch Farm (Trevor Jones. At one time I could almost name everyone in Manmoel and knew Mrs Davies at the pub, although at that time I was too young to drink. I came to Manmoel quite a lot ...see more
My grandmother was Mary Davies who kept the pub until her death in 1959. I was born and brought up in the tiny village on top of the mountain between Cwm and Hollybush. My dad George was a farmer in the area until his death in 1978. It was a wonderful childhood until I was 13, I thought everyone was an aunt or uncle. I was delighted to find postcards of the village which I've dated circa 1959. I went to Sunday ...see more