Nostalgic memories of Treherbert's local history
Share your own memories of Treherbert and read what others have said
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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Displaying Memories 1 - 10 of 12 in total
My mother was born in Blaenrhondda at the top of the Rhondda Fawr in 1914 and was one of four sisters but she was the only one to leave the Rhondda at the age of fourteen to go into service in England. During WW2 when my father was in the army, my mother and I moved back to my grandmothers house in Clyngwyn Road in Blaenrhondda for a few years, I can vaguely remember attending Blaenrhondda School for a ...see more
Another memory of Treherbert
Ben Thomas' recollection of January 2013, reminded me that he was not the only one who was lucky on that fateful day. A call of nature was Ben's escape, mine was a piano lesson. Both my mother and I were born in Treherbert and my father was from Ystrad. We had left the Rhondda when I was 2 years old and settled in Greenford, Middlesex. However my ...see more
My own memories date from 1956 when I went on a family holiday to stay with my mother's carer where she was evacuated in WW2. My mum was there from 1939 to 1943 at least, and she stayed with a Mrs Tancock, a widow, who was probably in her early 60's during WW2. My mum attended the Penuel (Presbytarian Church of Wales) Sunday School, Ynyswen, Treherbert, Rhondda (I have a Welsh language New Testament ...see more
I recall as a young boy of 7 or 8, that I was among a group of friends playing on the siding at the bottom of Margaret Street. We, as friends, found the bomb on the Rhigos Mountain and carried it back to the siding and were throwing stones at the bomb, in an attempt to explode it!. After a short while, I had a call of nature and left the siding, went up the Gooly to my ...see more
Robert Lloyd my Great Grandfather, information has come to me that this pub was his local and unfortunately for him he died there in Feb 1906, a relative recently sent me the details relating to his untimely death. I'm now keen to make contact with any of his descendents. Robert Lloyd was living with his family at 16 Taff Street, Treherbert, his death must have been ...see more
My family lived in the end cottage in River Row,our garden backed on to the river and railway line beyond.My brother and I were aged 3 and 4 years old and I can remember waving to my father as he went to work in the pits, the train was a bit far away but my dad used to wave a white handerchief at us. My brother fell in the river once and nearly drown, he was about 5yr old and I was 4yr old, I lay down on my tummy on ...see more
I was born at Treherbert Hospital in 1935 , This was a miners welfare hospital where my mother was taken by the late, Treorchy GP, Dr Furgus Armstrong. My Mother had been the pianist for silent films in the Park and Dare Cinema opposite his surgery for over ten years, he was an addict to piano music and in particular to the music of Chopin which she often played for him, hence I presume he was ...see more
My grandparents lived in 45 Bute Street next to the barber's shop and a few doors away from the cinema. I was evacuated there in 1941 and went to school in Treherbert for a couple of years, and I have the most happy memories of the place. Pumping the organ at Carmel chapel where my grandmother was the organist; going to Jim the Baker's place and getting my ears rubbed by a pair of very callous hands; watching ...see more
My father was replacing a back door in my grandmother's house in Tynewydd. He laid the old one down flat outside while he started to put the new one in. I decided it would be a good idea to walk on the old door and my foot went straight through one of the panes of glass, taking my heel off in the process. I was quickly rushed up to the hospital, not a half mile away and was tended to immediately. I then had to ...see more
I remember my grandmother telling me years ago, that I was distantly related to the Marquis of Bute. His wife the Marquess had an illigitimate child, who became my grandmother. And I am also a descendant of Alexander Wilson (a Welsh Artist on my father's side) who has art displayed of ancient Cardiff and Barry, in Cardiff Castle, but most are at St Fagan's Museum. His family owned the ...see more
