Builth Road

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Builth Road railway in the 1950s

My mother's family came from Builth, many from Builth Road, with several of the men working on the railway which was just beyond the front garden (they had a little house in Railway Terrace). I remember being taken to visit older relatives of the Bebb family, and in particular Auntie Beattie letting us try her home made wines - cowslip, rhubarb and others. Then out to watch the steam trains come puffing in as they returned from London Paddington.

There was a pump for water in the back garden, although by the 1950s some modernisation had taken place, and cold water was available in the kitchen.

I have several old photos of the house and ...read more here
Contributed by Shan Merritt

MAES-Y-LLAN WHERE I FIRST LIVED

These houses are in Maes-y-llan.My father Den and mother Hilda Wildblood with my sister Anne were the first to live in Number 6 when the houses were built in 1948 I believe.I was born in 1954 and it was my first home and initial imprinting.The houses were built on piece of land between Dyfrynn Hill (a wooded Celtic hill fort) and Church Field.My extended family lived in the village for 110 years and so just qualified as locals when the entire family all decided to leave. I would have stayed but I was only 5.
A memory of Meifod contributed by larry w

Childhood in Welshpool

I was born & spent my childhood in Welshpool. St Mary's was our Parish Church, it has beautiful stained glass windows which always fascinated me as a child. I was christened and confirmed in this Church and later in May 1965 my husband and I were married there by the Curate, the Reverand Michael Butler. I remember that it was a sunny day but there was a stiff breeze so, instead of having our Wedding photographs taken on the Church steps (which are just out of sight below the entrance porch in the picture) we had to move to the Red Bank entrance steps just outside Grace Evans' Cottage for most of the photographs, because my wedding veil kept blowing ...read more here
A memory of Welshpool contributed by PATRICIA OWEN

Where I started out

I was born in the War Memorial Hospital, Crickhowell in 1949. I don’t remember that bit, but I remember traveling down to Crickhowell on days out just to sit on the bridge watching the water pass by - so peaceful, outstanding scenery, I thought it was beautiful.  We lived in Brynmawr, not too far away. Then years later I loved to go down to Crickhowell in my boyfriend’s car even though he drove too fast down the country lanes.  Yes, Crickhowell is beautiful.  I will always love it there - it's my birthplace.
A memory of Crickhowell contributed by jackie haynes