Following on from my post last week, here are some more gems from Colin Knowlson’s collection:
It is with regret I have been asked to tell you that Nibbs (Geraint Evans) of Faenol Avenue, Abergele, has passed away a few days after his 70th birthday at St. Kentigern’s Hospice. Nibbs was a well known and loved local character and will be sadly missed by his many friends in Abergele. He leaves his wife Joan and sons Lee & Brett.
He had been suffering from cancer for some time but remained his usual cheerful self up to just a few days ago.
The service will be at Colwyn Bay Crematorium on Thursday 19th. April. 1030am.
Location – Bron y Nant Road/Dinerth rd. Mochdre Colwyn Bay. Post code. LL284YN. Tel. 01492 544677.
Nibbs had so many friends and was so popular that we are sure the Crematorium will be filled to capacity. If you can think of any of his friends who may have missed this message please do pass the information on.
– from John Bowman.
In another area of this site you can find pictures of the floods in 1971. At the time, the Junior Tradesmen Regiment were based at Kinmel Camp and they were called in to help the towns people clear up. Here are some pictures of the guys in action.
These pictures are reproduced with kind permission of Peter Rodgers of the Junior Trades Regiment Rhyl forum.
On behalf of the Townspeople I would like to offer many thanks to all the Guys from C company who came to help.
I’m impressed that the contractors putting up the new Gele flood defences are using traditional materials like these round limestone capstones to match the original wall. I was speaking with an old friend and experienced Abergele builder Peter O’Connor this week and he’s about to begin work on the next phase of the defences near Faenol Ave.
A woman on holiday in a caravan park in Towyn went into Ellesmere’s hardware shop, Abergele, and asked:
“Excuse me, I’d like to buy a tundish”
“A what?” asked shop assistant G., whose first language was Welsh.
G. excued himself a moment and went to ask Mr Ellesmere in Welsh what a tundish was.
“It’s a bloody twmffat G.!”
“Aaah” sighed G., turning to the woman he said:
“Now why didn’t you say you wanted a bloody twmffat!?”