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Amy Johnson makes a forced landing at Hendre Fawr, Abergele – early 1930’s
Abergele Mill
Following Gareth’s post concerning the old mill in High Street, here is a view from the mid sixties.
Pen-y-Ffordd Cottages
AbergelePost reader Juliet Roberts is researching her family tree and has asked for help from other readers. I’ll let her explain in her own words:
“I wonder if you might be able to point me in the direction of someone who may be able to help be locate an address…given as Abergele in the early 1900s? Ann and I are trying to trace our family tree and are curious to find where our grandparents lived at the time of their marriage. The Address given is Pen y Ffordd Cottages near Abergele. There does seem to be a very similar address now but I dont know if it’s the same place. Any advice would be greatly appreiciated.”
If you have any information that might help Juliet, please add them using the Comments on this page. Thanks.
Abergele Junior School
This is a picture of the Staff at the Junior School taken in the early fifties, I think ! I know some of them, but perhaps someone could fill in the gaps.
Top row, left to right, Gwilym Williams, Fred Roberts, Lloyd Hughes, Unknown ??
Bottom Row left to right, Two ladies unknown ?, David Davies (Headmaster), Miss Jones, Unknown ? Any help would be appreciated. Thanks.
Colin Knowlson’s Slaters of Abergele archive
When I opened the door, imagine my surprise to be staring at a big shiny red fire engine, with the words Abergele Urban District Council writtern in gold letters running along its side.
Slaters of Abergele is a name well-known throughout the country and now Colin Knowlson has archived his family’s motor company’s historical artefacts, images and documents. And he’s been giving historical and motivational talks to local societies and to people of all ages throughout north Wales.
Colin has some real gems in his photographic archive:
– a photo of world famous boxer and Gwrych Castle resident Randolph Turpin posing outside Slaters Garage
– an ariel photo of Abergele that must surely have been taken from a hot air baloon, because there were no cars on any of the roads and just one solitary horse and cart on Market Street.
– photos of the interior of the Teddy Jones-run Slater and Wheeler machine shop which turned out military equipment during WWII
– and many more fantastic photos
I’m sure to return here in the future to stories of Slaters and of old Abergele told to me by Colin today. But for now, I’ve just got a big smile on my face having seen that big shiny red old Abergele fire engine.
Abergele Modern (Dinorben) School Football Team 1959/60
I was looking at my old school football team photograph and am quite pleased to say that after 50 years I can still remember most of the names. Just a couple I am not sure about so can anyone help identify my old team mates.
D L Davies(Special) was a great sports master coach and with the assistance of his colleague “Willi Welsh” moulded a good school team in those days long ago.
The arch enemy was of course Abergele Grammar, I think one of their star players was Ken Lamb. I seem to remember playing with him for Abergele Celts a few years later.
I hope this picture stirs a few memories and we get some responce from one or two of the old team
Regards
John (Johnny) Bowman
Pensarn Beach
The one that got away !
I came across this photo of a model of Rhyl Pier as it was in its heyday. It was originally 2,355 feet long and was 60 feet longer than Llandudno Pier. With all the talk and arguments over the future of Colwyn Bay Pier I thought it was appropriate to remind us all how Rhyl Pier looked. What a shame that through misfortune it slowly reduced to the last 300 feet when it had to be finally removed for safety reasons in 1973. I remember walking to Rhyl with my older brother and taking shelter from the weather underneath the pier before going to the cinema. Let us all hope Colwyn Bay Pier has a better future.
Picture reproduced with kind permission of Paul Baker at Diabolus.
Abergele Chest Hospital Sanitorium
In those days, there were no antibiotics available, so if you were diagnosed with Tuberculosis the best cure was fresh air and rest. This meant sleeping outside.
