Nostalgic memories of Pontycymer's local history
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I was born in Victoria Street (no;146) my father was a "Garw" boy his name was Alan Fudge and married my mum Hilary around 1960-62, we lived in Victoria st, until around 1973. I had a really good friend who lived across the road from us and her name was Pamela Hatch, I remember as a young girl having sleep (...Read full memory)
My mother was Blanche Jones and she lived as a child in a house called 'Barcelona' on Victoria Street. My grandmother lived there until she died c.1960. My aunt Marion and uncle Dyfrig (Davies) and their son Bryan lived a few doors along. Uncle Dyfrig was the pit manager during the late 50's/early 60's. (...Read full memory)
I was born and brought up in the Avenue and was a Totterdale before marriage. Do you remember Tymeinor School? I went there from 1959 until it closed in 1966. It was a nice place to be, but does anyone remember Miss Ridgeway who used to slap legs for no reason whatsoever. On the other hand do you remember Miss (...Read full memory)
I was born at 18 Richard Street, Pontycymer. My mother was Mary and my father was Brynley, a coal miner. I went to the Welsh School at Bridgend Road and then to Garw Grammar School. I loved growing up in the valley. Honest hard working people. Miss the valley. Currently living in Madison, Wisconsin, USA with my wife (...Read full memory)
My father, John Baugh, was born in 1936 and lived in Pontycymer with his parents, Oliver and Doris, in Park Street. He had a sister, Patricia - known as Anne, and a brother, George Brian. I am trying to get together some photos for a more interesting Christmas present than the usual jumper. Does anyone remember him?
I was born in Ponty in 1957 and left for South Africa in 1966. We lived in 11 Hill View opposite the school. My Dad, Allan Hatch worked in the pits. I remember the chap who looked after the school had twins, Michael and Malcolm whose Mum commited suicide. I went to Ffaldau after Tymeanor (?) closed down. We used to play in the police cells as kids. Wonderful memories.
I lived in Blandy Terrace and went to the Ffaldua Boys' School and then the grammar school. I was the telegram boy at the Post Office for six months, it was great. I wonder if two girls I went to the infants school with are still about - Janet Prosser and Anne Powell. I live in Northants now but my heart is in the Garw. D.J.