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 Barmouth, the Shopping Centre c1960 (ref: B22304) |
'The Rock Shop' 1960's
I have many fond memories of Barmouth. My parents, 2 brothers and myself spent our holidays in a caravan at Williams'. No T.V, gas light (those damn mantles!) but what wonderful times we had. We would go 'over the beach' at night armed with shrimping nets and scour the rock pools, climb over those huge rocks and cross the railway track and stroll back to the caravan to eat our chips. Does anyone remember the little girl dressed in Welsh costume giving out samples of rock outside the Rock Shop? Happy Days !! Posted: 29/10/2008 19:07 by Madelaine Wicklen |
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Year: 1946
The Plas Mynach Llanaber road
60 odd years ago Plas Mynach was de-requisitioned from war service. I worked for a Mr Hamblin from Birmingham, he had purchased the building to reopen as a hotel after we had refurbished throughout. All food stuff was still on ration so we kept a pig, ducks fowl etc, and scoured the district farms to buy eggs, butter and the odd lamb, all very hush hush in those days. The work was very hard, from 7.30am until 9pm was quite common. I well remember the new white cinema with a tin roof, when it rained you could not hear the sound track. What has happened to Plas Mynach now, I have many memories. Last edited: 24/06/2008 09:12 by Derek Hyde |
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Year: 1940s
MY PARADISE
Way back in my childhood, brothers two and then plus me, Mom and Dad said let us pack our bags, and go down to the sea, Down to the railway station, our entourage did go, Comic books within our hands, cause, four hours, they went so slow Now as the train pulls into town, his whistle he did blow, To warn the people off the tracks, so he could pull in, real, real, slow When we had helped to pitch the tent, and all was most secure, The three of us crossed the promenade, to play upon the shore We walked a little way and saw, men making pictures in the sand, And sitting close a Harpist, playing songs of this Welsh Land At evening time, we`d walk to town, buy fish and chips in a pack, And as the old saying goes, twas a finger lickin snack. We came upon the harbour, what a lovely sight to see, All the little pleasure boats, bobbing gently on the sea, One year they launched a new lifeboat, it was emotional for me, To hear throngs of people, sing the sailors hymn, for those in peril on the sea. I turn my back upon the ocean, see the mountains tall and fine, I used to think God put them there just, for me to climb, Then when you climbed those mountains, and looked out across the Bay. You saw two shining beacons guiding sailors on their way. When I became much older, and a nurse I did become, I lived there for a little while, till my training was all done, Then I met my lifetime partner, and to a new land we did sail It was hard to leave our loved ones, but we kept in touch by mail. Now as the years have come and gone, every day thoughts come back to me, Of that little town I love so much, nestled on the Irish sea. So if it is as some folks think, our souls come back this way, I will beg and plead, down on my knees, for My Paradise on the Bay Last edited: 15/04/2008 18:03 by Mary Miles-Geary |
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