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Post by carron w on Feb 19, 2008 20:53:36 GMT 1
Today in Treharris, I heard something I haven't heard for decades - a shouty person (thats what I called them as a child). I couldn't make out what he was calling at first then all became clear - "any scrap iron". The memories came flooding back. When I lived in Galon Uchaf as a child there was Winstone the fruit and veg costermonger. The rag and bone man on a cart, if you gave him some old clothes he gave you a magic painting book, you didn't need paint just water. Manys the time when a jumper or cardigan went missing!!. The scrap metal man, he'd get rid of anything at all!! We'd follow them down to the Gurnos them scarper back. Ah! happy innocent days!. Just remembered Ponty market, standing in front of the fella selling crockery or bath towells - free entertainment for hours brilliant!!
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