I was brought up in Carmarthenshire in a bungalow
where we could see the house Dad was born in from the back garden. I now live about five minutes’
walk from where Mum was born. Town Farm
Cottages were demolished in the 1960s.
I always feel a little frisson of familiarity walking past where they were;
although everything is much smaller than in my memory of early childhood
visits.
The church lies between my house
and Mum’s birthplace.
From Facebook
archives
The boys have voted in their first
General Election.
This is the church where their maternal
Grandmother, her siblings, an uncle and aunt and some cousins were christened. Where their Great Grandmother became a Roman
Catholic (according to family legend when her youngest son received his first Holy Communion) and her funeral took place far too soon. Where their Great Aunt and Great Uncles were
married, their maternal Grandparents were married in 1941 and celebrated their
Golden Wedding.
There are probably other
connections of which I wot not.
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