Wonderful Penrhyncoch.

A Memory of Penrhyn-coch.

I really don't know where to start as I feel very emotional about the beautiful little village that 'Penrhyn' was, all those years ago. The very centre with the war memorial, the pump where everyone had to go to fetch their water, the smithy, and the one storey whitewashed dwellings should have been preserved; it was unique as I saw it. My late father, David (Dafydd) John Edwards lived there with his parents, working on local farms until he was about 18 when he moved to S. Wales for employment and better wages! Which is where I was born, but I always felt that I was living in the 'wrong' place and longed to live in 'Penrhyn' where my late mother (Arenda Edwards-Price), and her mother had originated from also. It was a very quiet and calm village compared to where we lived in S. Wales, apart from the delightful sound of the clip-clopping of the horses being brought and taken away from the smithy run by Mr. Gwilym Evans who my father was friendly with. I used to love to hear them speaking welsh together...it was English in S. Wales! and then there was the burbling of the stream Seilo before the bridge was built over it........perfect for we children to paddle and play in and so picturesque to see. I met an evacuee named Donald who was living with an Aunt in Meurig Cottage at the time......does anyone know his whereabouts these days? Oh such happy and contented memories of a gone-by age and what a pity that the centre of the village wasn't preserved...it was simply beautiful.

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