Rhymney

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My childhood in Bedlinog

During the second world war when I was about three years old my parents thought it would be safer for me to leave London and live with my mother's parents in Bedlinog. We lived in the High Street and I have such happy memories with my grandparents, Tom and Hannah Blackwell. I remember shopping daily with my grandmother, going to the Co-op (Station Terrace??), the butchers near the top of the High Street, and post office - what a climb to the top - and an icecream parlour called, I think, Lanzo's. There was also a little corner shop run by Mrs Jones nearby. I attended the infants school at the bottom of the Coombe Hill when I ...read more here
A memory of Bedlinog contributed by margo smith

Evacuated to Abecanaid

My brother, Peter, and I were uprooted in 1939 from our home town of Deal in Kent, to live firstly in Troedyrhiw, then Pentrbach, and I had a short stay with Asaph Jenkins and his wife in Abercanaid. We sucessively attended schools in all those villages and Merthyr Vale. I left Troedyrhiw school [not the splendid place Afan Taf] the day before my 14th birthday to  go to St Albans, Herts, to  work for a small coach building firm. Our several upheavals more than interrupted our schooling but our studies, in later years, fitted my brother as undermanager at a colliery and I went on to become a Will writer and specialist in probate and administation of estates. Our memories of ...read more here
A memory of Abercanaid contributed by Herbert Piddock

JAZZ BAND

Oh those memories of our jazz band, they were the best days of my life. I lived for a Saturday. My mam would pack our picnic and we'd be off in our orange and blue bus, Ronnie and Ann Marks sorting us all out with our American tan tights. I'seen places I never would have if it weren't for the band. Tuesday and Thurs band practice, it took us kids off the streets, it was my life ! Maxine Phillips
A memory of Trefechan contributed by First name Last name

Sliding

I remember sliding down the quarry on Markham Road.  When I got to the bottom a man gave me a clout for being so daft.  I bet he would not get away with it nowadays.
A memory of Aberbargoed contributed by lyndon gingell