I chanced upon your
website a few months ago and was quite taken aback, virtually every letter
and many of the photos rang many bells. I have been meaning to write ever
I have just been
reading Colin Jones' letter. I take it that this is Colin Jones from
Ael-y-Garth. We moved to 8 Ael-y-Garth when I was 10 months old, that would
have been around April 1936. The house had just been vacated by Mr
Williams, French (Willie Ass). I had been born in my great uncle's house,
17 Market Street. My parents, Thomas Owen and Grace, nee Smith, lived there
after their marriage. My father worked in the Treasurer's dept. at the
County Offices all his working life. Some people may remember that he
arranged the coach trips to Everton for many years.
I have lived in
Shrewsbury for over 50 years, having married a Shrewsbury boy, Cyril
Carswell, who was stationed at Llandwrog.
I remember Colin,
his sister. Pat, and his brother, Malcolm very well. There were lots of
children in Ael-y-Garth and Bron-y-Garth at that time (not so many in
Pen-y-Garth). We played in the street (What's the time Mr Woolf, whips and
tops, Hop Scotch, etc.) and also in Twthill Bach, always on the look out for
Bob, who was supposed to have a gun! There were also lots of children in
Hampton Road and Maes Cadnant, including Myra who has written a long
letter. In March of this year, I saw Elwyn Robinson in Shrewsbury. The
Caernarfon Male Voice Choir was singing at the Shrewsbury Welsh Society's
St. David's Day Concert. I seem to remember that he was part of a 'gang'
(me too) that went playing 'Knock Doors' on winter evenings!
A small correction
to Colin's account of the Straits swimming race. The person who won was
Arthur Roberts' son in law, (no nephew) Gwyn Thomas. He is right that he
was from South Wales. He is married to Arthur's daughter, Olwen. They met
at Aberystwyth University and have lived in Southend on Sea for a very long
time. In last year's Christmas card, Olwen told me that in the summer,
Gwyn, now in his 70s had taken part in the race again and had completed the
lived next door but one during the war. David was older than me, Buddug and
Henry, younger. They moved to Menai Bridge and the Rowlands moved in -
Violet, Mair and a brother. Mr Rowlands was a guard on the railway. Next
door in No.10 there was an old lady, when she died, the Dysons moved in. Mr
Dyson was an accountant. His sons were Norman and Ernie. I met Ernie again
and Esme, his wife when I organised a reunion eleven years ago for the 50th
anniversary of our starting at the Grammar School, as it was then. We were
so thrilled that J. Ivor Davies came, as well as Tom Ellis, Miss Edwards,
Jones Woodie and Miss Barnett.
When the Dysons
left, Mr Jones, the manager of the coop. and his family came from Holywell.
Eirwen was a few years older than me, but when I passed the scholarship, I
walked to school with her. Huw was a couple of years younger. I do see
letters from Huw in various places from time to time, so know that he is
Next door to them
was another Mr & Mrs Jones. Mr Jones also worked in the county offices (as
did Mr Davies, opposite). They had two daughters and two sons, the youngest
being Selwyn, now known as William Selwyn, the artist.
On the corner with
Bron -y-Garth, lived Bedwyr and Nest. Nest is Aled Jones' mother.
bring back memories of the day we had the results of the 'scholarship'. I
was one of the lucky ones, and Menai Owen, (Mountain Street) being by far
the tallest and strongest, had the job of carrying us all home. I remember
the shouting and jeering if we came across groups from the Boys' School or
from 'Ysgol Rad'. My mother was in the Sanatorium at the time, so was not
there to greet me, but my grandmother, who had lived with us since my
grandfather died, and my mother's sister from Liverpool, were there to throw
out the pennies. Sadly, my mother died less than a year later. My little
brother, Richard, was only four. He lives in Tregarth, known as Dick Manweb!
He was apprenticed to Manweb and is still working for them!
A memory from days
at the Girls' School is playing 'marbles' on the waste ground between the
Girls' and Boys' school. I put 'marbles' in inverted comas because it was
was war time and we didn't have glass marbles. We used all sorts of things,
like acorns and sea shells, the draw back being that they didn't roll very
true. By far the best were moth balls, which we could still buy in
Woolworths. There was one down side to that though, marbles was a 'girls'
game, the boys would come over and gleefully stamp on them.
My 'best friend'
from when we were in the Infants' school was Mair Buckley Jones, fondly
known as, Bucks, and I am happy to say that we are still friends. Mair and
Idris have lived in Abergwyngregyn for many years.
I will try and sort
out some photos to download (I am in the one of the 'dancing troupe' in
Norwegian costume, sent in by Brenda).
Thank you for a