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Post by jpw4 on May 2, 2010 11:46:37 GMT 1
My Father lived in Abermorlais Tce and went to the local school as probably did his elder Brother and Sister.I don't suppose any of their contemporaries are still around because I'm talking 1912. Somewhere I have a school photo and it annoys me that I can't find it. My memory tells me that Dad sat in the front row with a chalked title on a small board. Nothing left of it now. Several schools in the Borough have been demolished thus breaking a link with the past, my own Penydarren School was a wonderful building with timbered ceilings, large rooms and a hall and plenty of parking space that could have made it a Community centre for the citizens of the area.I have to ask how did this state of affairs come about?
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Post by cath1605 on Jul 27, 2010 8:23:10 GMT 1
Hi! My grandfather (William Lee) and his younger brother Stanley went there from about 1907 - 1912 when they went to Australia, after their mother died in childbirth. They lived at Morgan St in the Quar. Like you, I saw an old school photo of him sitting with his class with some writing on a chalk board. But the picture is long since gone, as has the school and sadly, my grandfather and his brother.
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Post by jpw4 on Jul 27, 2010 18:18:02 GMT 1
Thanks for making contact. My Dad lived in Abermorlais Tce.,down a flight of steps adjoining Griffiths the Undertaker , the end house. When Dad took me to see my Grandmother, a wire haired terrier would patrol the steps, Im sure his bark was worse than his bite but Gyp used to scare me to death. Towards the end of the war, I remember looking out with Dad, over the town and the Morlais to the B. Harris Jones billboard . Somewhere over in the direction of Ynysfach some searchlights could be seen sweeping the night sky.I've often wondered why they were there when the war was nearly over.
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Post by jpw4 on Oct 21, 2010 16:34:10 GMT 1
Hi Cath 1605 Your GF could have been in the same class as my Father I wish I could find that old photograph of the school with one of the boys holding the slate, I'm not sure if it was him, but we won't fight about it. I went back to the site of the school but there was nothing to be seen that reminded me that a school once stood there.
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