Nostalgic memories of Swansea's local history
Share your own memories of Swansea and read what others have said
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Dear Frith Collection,
My grandfather, Llew E. Morgan, was a renowned photographer in Wales, (see
FULL CIRCLE at www.morganhopkin.co.uk)
I am convinced that he took this photograph as my grandmother and mother are walking towards the camera on the right. As usual, my mother, then aged five has turned her head away from the camera.
We still have over a thousand of LLew's images on ...see more
I remember walking through the old Castle Gardens on my first ever day at work at the old GPO office, 13-14 Wind Street in October 1976 - it was very pretty, unlike the concrete version that exists today.
I was born at Ceri Road, Townhill. My mother was called Beatrice Gray, her maiden name was Cridland. When I was three I caught polio, just a year later my mother died.
I spent a long time in the isolation hospital, Hill House Hospital.
I know there were other children in the same road who also caught the polo virus. I have a sister called Gloria Gray and my father was called Edward Gray. If you have any info on ...see more
Does anyone have photos of Swansea Vale Works? I have tried to find photos but cannot locate any.
My grandfather lived in Heol Las area but unsure if in any of the houses shown.
Name: Reginald Davies
Worked in Swansea Vale Cynder Plant for many years.
Any photos would be appreciated.
Thanks,
Wendy
My great grandfather's shop is one or other or both buildings immediately on the left of the photo. It was a general grocers and tea merchants.
Does anyone remember Bryn Row in Treboeth, Swansea? I was born there just after the Second World War. My parents were Tom and Lily Evans, my brother Len was 12 when I was born. We moved to Penlan in about 1948. I have a vague memory that the cottages were halfway up the hill from Brynhyfryd Square. I have been trying to find a photo but no luck so far.
Does anyone have knowledge of Richard J Reeves born 1877 and sisters Mary Elizabeth born 1878 and Matilda born1880 at Swansea? Their father was Albert George Reeves and their mother was Elizabeth Peters. Are you a relative of theirs? I am doing my family tree and have hit a wall with the above names.
I am also looking for decendants of George Phillips born 1862 at Swansea, ...see more
Most of my relatives in Swansea got married in St Mary's. I have traced my Trick ancestors to Hartland in Devon. My great uncle Thomas Gilbert R Trick was down on the Swansea 1911 census as being an ice skating instructor , I have asked my father if he knew of a rink in Swansea and he cannot remember one in his time 1930 onwards. He also doesn't remember his Gran Gwen Trick having a brother. Does anyone remember a rink or have a link with him ?
107 Walter Road,Swansea was the scene of many happy school holidays.It is still there, butis now a business address.
My Bampie and Nanny Price lived there, with Nan's mum Nanny Rees occupying the back downstairs room as a bedroom-come-sitting room,she had French doors out to the garden and the outside toilet.
Upstairs lived my Dad's sister and her husband and daughter, my Aunty Betty, Uncle Roy and Vicki. When we ...see more
My brother Joe joined St Mary's church choir about 1936. We lived on Pantycelyn Road, Town Hill and every Sunday morning he was forced to drag me, his sister (sixteen months younger), down the hill and across town to the church. He went into the choir loft and I was left to find a seat somewhere. The place looked enormous to me and not many people attended the service. Sometimes I sat in the back row, sometimes in the ...see more