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Born on this day 1946 in Blaenavon, Monmouthshire

 Terry Cobner - former Wales and Lions rugby international and captain.  Cobner spent 14 seasons as a player with Pontypool, a record 10 of them as captain.    

Born on this day 1833 in  a house called "Y Fron" in Llanbrynmair, Montgomeryshire.

Richard Davies (Mynyddog) - who was an extremely popular poet in his day.

 His tuneful poems dealt with the joys and tribulations of the common people, the folly of pride, and the absurdity of hypocrisy.  He took his bardic name, ‘ Mynyddog ,’ from Newydd Fynyddog , a hill near his home.

 He was a frequent competitor at the eisteddfodau and concerts up and down the country and often travelled to London to listen to the principal singers there.  He was in great demand as an adjudicator, singer and especially as an eisteddfod conductor both in Wales and England.  

 



Arthur Griffith (who had a Welsh grandfather) was made President of Dail Eireann (Irish Parliament) on 10th January 1922.  He was the founder and a leader of Sinn Fein and led the Irish delegation at the negotiations in London that produced the Anglo-Irish Treaty of 1921.

On 10th January 1882 — The vessels Constancia and Primus collided whilst attempting to pass through Newport Town Docks. The lock was blocked and the vessels already in the dock were trapped for nearly two weeks.

The accident incurred substantial expense for the Newport Dock Company and eroded customer confidence in the company, which resulted in the Town Dock being used for dealing with the smaller vessels whilst larger cargoes were concentrated at the Alexandra Dock.  Unable to survive the downturn in trade in the 1920’s the Town Dock was finally closed in October 1930. 

On 10th January 1952, an Aer Lingus aircraft (named 'Saint Kevin') on a London–Dublin flight crashed at the Cwm Edno bog in Snowdonia, killing all twenty passengers and the three crew.  It took rescue workers and police officers almost an hour to reach the remote site in atrocious weather conditions and heartbreakingly the only thing they found unscathed in the wreckage was a child's doll.

William Williams Pantycelyn (Y pêr ganiedydd - The sweet songster), died on 11th January 1717.

Williams who was born in the parish of Llanfair ar y bryn, Carmarthenshire in 1717, is generally acknowledged as Wales' most famous hymn writer and was also one of the key leaders of the 18th century Welsh Methodist revival.

Williams experienced a religious conversion while listening to Howell Harris preaching in Talgarth in 1737 and took deacon's orders in the Church of England, being appointed curate to Theophilus Evans in the parishes of Llanwrtyd, Llanfihangel Abergwesyn and Llanddewi Abergwesyn.  His best known hymn is Arglwydd, arwain trwy'r anialwch, translated as the English Hymn Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah.  

          

Born on this day 1941 in Prestatyn

Barry Flanagan - sculptor best-known for his bronze statues of hares (picture - Thinker on a Rock)  

Flanagan studied architecture at Birmingham College of Arts and Crafts and sculpture at Saint Martin's School of Art in London.  He was the subject of a biographical film by Peter Bach, The Man Who Sculpted Hares: Barry Flanagan, A Life.   

Born on this day 1947 in Glynncorwg, Neath. 

Rod Thomas - former Wales soccer international.  

At club level, Thomas made nearly 300 appearances for Swindon, including the 1969 League Cup final and has made the most international appearances ever by a Swindon player.  He moved to Derby County in 1973, with whom he won a first division winners medal.

Born on this day 1948 in Swansea.  

Terry Williams - best known as the drummer for Dire Straits between 1982 and 1988.   

On 11th January 1970, the last trolleybus ran in Cardiff, the last such system in Wales. A trolleybus was an electric bus that was run by the electricity supplied from overhead wires, through spring-loaded trolley poles. It differed from a tram in that it didn't need tracks. 

1902 - The Corporation of Cardiff introduced electric powered trams, when it took over the private Cardiff Tramway Company which had been supplying a service of horse pulled trams and buses since 1870.  Private operators had been running horse buses since at least 1845.

1914 - The first trolleybuses in Wales come into operation in Aberdare.  They were initialy however beset with problems as they suffered damage from the poor road surface and the electric collectors (nicknamed the 'monkey') were prone to drop off the wires and land in the street.

1942 - The first trolleybuses were introduced in Cardiff.  In terms of comfort and speed, the trolleybus was popular with passengers, as the lack of vibration and the quietness made them very comfortable.  However, their quietness earned them the nickname "the silent death" as pedestrians quite often could not hear them coming.  Cardiff was unusual in that it had single-deck trolleybuses as well as double-deckers, due to several low bridges in the docks area.

19 62 - Motor buses began to replace the trolleybuses.  Motor buses were operated since the early part of the 20th century, but early journeys would have been uncomfortable as pneumatic tyres were not fitted until 1924

1970 (11th January) - The last trolleybus ran in Cardiff.

On 12th January 1976, the most popular novelist in the world, Dame Agatha Christie died leaving a multi-million pound fortune, much of which is used to promote the arts in Wales. 

In 1951 a young Welsh boy named Mathew Prichard was taken by his grandmother, Agatha Christie, to the Prince of Wales Theatre, Cardiff to see his first play, "Black Coffee" which she had written 25 years earlier. The following year she signed the world rights of "The Mousetrap" to her grandson as a 9th birthday present.

Prichard, now chairman of Agatha Christie Ltd which manages the literary and media rights to Agatha Christie's works around the world, set up the Colwinston Charitable Trust (named after the village in the Vale of Glamorgan), which uses royalties to promote the arts in Wales. The Welsh National Opera, Wales Millennium Centre, and Chapter Arts, have all benefited from the trust’s financial support.   

On 12th January 1402, Owain Glyndwr captured his arch-enemy Reginald de Grey, 3rd Baron Grey de Ruthyn. 

Reginald de Grey was in a long-running legal dispute with Glyndŵr, over the ownership of some of Glyndwr's land.   King Richard II  had been found in Glyndwr's favour, but on the usurpation of King Henry IV, Lord Grey was allowed to seize the land.

Glyndŵr responded in law in 1400, only to be told to grant de Grey concessions.  The relationship between the two men was further strained when de Grey delayed giving Glyndŵr the summons from Henry IV to provide service in Scotland, until such time that it was impossible for  Glyndwr to respond in time.  This was seen by Henry IV as a treasonous act and Glyndŵr's estates were forfeited.

So on 16th September 1400, Owain took up arms, burned Grey's property and ravaged his lands.  Then on 24th September, Glyndwr's forces were encircled at Welshpool and de Grey invited Glyndŵr to a reconciliation meeting.  However de Grey arrived with a substantial army and attempted to imprison Glyndŵr.   Glyndŵr escaped and went into hiding, but this confirmed him as a traitor in English eyes and King Henry now confiscated the estates of his supporters.

Glyndwr's rebellion then gathered momentum and in 1402, de Grey was captured  in an ambush near Ruthin and a ransom of 10,000 marks demanded for his release, which Henry eventually paid.

Born on this day 1810 in Swansea. 

John Dillwyn Llewelyn -  photography pioneer, politician, scientist and philanthropist. 

John Dillwyn inherited two estates in the Swansea, Neath area and according to instructions in his father's will, added the name of Llewelyn to his own.

*  Llewelyn was married to a cousin of William Henry Fox Talbot, the British inventor of photography, who inspired Llewelyn to be at the forefront of photographic innovation in the 1850s.  Llywelyn's Oxymel process,  using vinegar and honey to preserve images made taking outdoor photographs much more practical. 

*  Llewelyn was the High Sheriff of Glamorgan and helped some of the leaders of the Rebecca Riots in the 1840s.

*  With the threat of a French invasion he trained his own militia, the 5th Company Glamorgan Rifle Volunteers. 

*  He helped his friend Sir Charles Wheatstone, sink a length of insulated wire in Swansea Bay as part of his telegraphy experiments.

*  The grounds of his Swansea estate were notable for their original landscape design.  He was also particularly interested in astronomy and built only the second  equatorial observatory in Wales.  

*  Llewelyn was a noted patron of many good causes, especially local schools and hospitals. 

*  He built cottages for his employees on his estate at what is now the village of Penllergaer. 

*  He gave the land for the public park, Parc Llewelyn, near Morriston.

Born on this day 1907 in Pembroke.

Reg Thomas  -  middle distance runner, who competed in the 1928 and 1932 Olympic Games.

Thomas was a Squadron Leader in the Royal Air Force, when on 14th March 1946 he was killed when the Lancaster bomber he was piloting, crashed on take-off at RAF Aston Down. 

From the Barkeep's Blog

A clear sky and the promise of a good sunrise. Crisp air and a touch of "huff" breathing through teeth. For many years I have spurned the use of gloves, always warm handed, but this morning the old black woollen offerings found in an old raincoat are welcome as I reach the galvanised gates at the bottom of the garden. Delft, the Blue Merle is bouncing like Scrat the Squirrel from Ice Age despite her 15 years and Rusty is yelping like a demented soul. The problem is that the lock to the gate has frozen!
Unwilling to retrace my steps back up the garden, I persevere by blowing into the lock. Finally the key slides in but fails to turn in either direction. By now, Delft is bouncing on my feet and Rusty is chasing his shadow around the van. A few more gentle exhalations, and the lock releases and two canine tumbleweeds bowl in to the back lane. There is ice in the broken tarmac, and the ground is slippy. We pass cars glistening with icing sugar frosting, and agitated drivers scraping windscreens as they check their watch or phone to see how late they are....
No work this morning for us... But the light looks as though it may catch the morning scenery, so I head off past the old Stradey Grounds, up Denham Avenue and into the woodlands below Stradey Castle. The ground is crisp, but after all the rain in the last weeks, the woodland paths are saturated and muddy, the cover of the trees preventing the ice reaching the ground.

Path into the Woods - Council Houses to the left & Castle to the right

The grounds of Stradey Castle are private but unfenced at this point, and there is clear sign that the paths are well used, though the woodland needs clearing and the stream beds are blocked. Looking straight ahead, you travel a woodland path, but ever concious of the contrast of the Council houses to the left and the Castle to the right.
At the end of the woodland, the land opens up into fields, bordering the Castle and forming a boundary between the Stradey Welsh School and the Sixth Form College formerly known as the "Boy's Gram"
The light is just right to catch the russet glow of the trees in winter in contrast to the white frosted grass...

Crossing the fields, there are remnants of the summer growth, glistening in the sunlight.

It is at times like these that I realise why my friends - the "professional" photographers, always carry their best camera with them - but I have only brought my handheld Samsung. But, note to self, this is a good time to be up and about to get a different light. I find the fields are well fenced and stock proof and wander around looking for a way across and come across a stately old tree - lying on the ground.

Further on we skirt Stradey Castle itself, the ground too boggy to cross, so we follow the playing fields of the two schools and out towards the front entrances. The Castle can be seen through the trees, but the sun has gone by now, and it will have to be another day to try to catch the stone and setting.

The day turns cloudy, still cold, and the ice starts to soak into the feet and ankles. Time for a cup of tea and some home made bread and cheese. I think I will have to put the central heating on when I get home ...

It is with a certain degree of irony that I note that over the last week, my blogs have been concerned with walks around the Llanelli area. This may not seem strange to many, but those who have known me over the years will be aware that exercise and walking are not favourite pastimes! I have friends who walk, I have supported friends while they tramped over Hadrian's Wall. I have dogs and acknowledge that they sometimes need more than the large Dog Flap in the back door and access to the paved yard. I do not "do" the gymn, and rarely feel the need to put on waterproofs and boots and head off in to the moist... "I may be gone a while !"

Yes , my walking friends know that I delight in the views from remote points, love the smell of the countryside and the open expanses. Yes I love these things - and normally from behind the wheel of my trusty 4 x 4. I relish in the ability to be able to take a maverick or terrano into locations that no mechanical vehicle has gone before.. in the warmth and comfort of the interior cab, and with the elements properly tamed behind the windshield...

Yet, over the last week or so, I have found myself expounding upon the history and landscape of Llanelli, with camera in hand and dogs at my side. Please accept that this is because we are within close proximity, and reasonable walking distance of the house - and not as a result of some new perambulatory perversion...

But I promised Ceri from Americymru , a fine website for ex-pat and resident Welsh people that after my walk around the Old Castle exercise track .. I would research more into the Old Castle itself.. And so, with the weather dry, and the temperature dropping - the dogs took me once more onto the Pont Agen Bridge - the best place to overlook the remnants of the Motte and Bailey that was once a mighty castle - possibly even built on Roman settlement ... but I run ahead of myself .....

From previous blogs, I have the pictures and history of Pont Agen, and as I stand upon the start of the bridge, I look behind me over the Old Castle Pond - or Pond Twym - which I learn means "Warm Pond" whichI will come back to later .

For the Motte and Bailey, the castle site itself, is in the middle of the Pond. Even with the winter sun and lack of leaves on the trees it is almost impossible to get a clear view of the island in the middle of the water. But the island is the site of the old castle itself.

The Central Island - site of the Castle

January Morning - Old Castle

The records of Carmarthenshire state that " an early mound castle unquestionably stood at Llanelly, the name of which has fortunately survived and lead to the identification of the site". The island in Old Castle Pond ( pond Twym) was once the Motte of the castle Carnwyllion. It is believed that the Motte was established by the Normans in the late 11th Century.

The Motte would have originally had a wooden tower known as a keep with a palisade on top of the mound with , below it, a defensive "bailey" containing the main living quarters, stables and administration buildings.

The castle was attacked by Rhys ap Gruffydd in 1190 and burnt in 1215 by Rhy Ieuanc during his onslaught on the Norman strongholds of Kidwellu and Gower. In the Red Book of Hergest, a version of the Brut reads for 1215 " Rhys Ieuanc gathered a host of immense size, and gained possession of Kidwelly and Carnwyllion, and he burned the Castle"

Of course back in those days, the river Lliedi wended its way around in a different direction and the Motte and Bailey was on solid ground.

Here the Lliedi river can be seen to wind around from where Old Castle road will be in the south towards where Raby street will be in the North. From here - the coast would have been visible - but access inland would also have been easy. A later map shows both streets and the new Tramway ( now the Cycle track ) before the pond was created as a reservoir for the new Tin Plate Works.

Here we can see Old castle Road at the bottom and Parkview Terrace at the North, with the old course of the Lliedi River.

It is then I discover that the Old Castle Pond was created as a quenching reservoir for the tin works, and is not natural. It is called Pond Twym - or the Warm Pond as the water would raise its temperature as a result of the works in the tin plates. Other sources suggest that Goldfish were resident in the pond for many years due to the warmth of the water, and there are youtube links of giantterrapinstill in the pond - though have never seen them as I pass by.

For me, in my early days working in Llanelli, my recollections are travelling up Old Castle Road, up to the level crossing which i now know was over the Tramway - not the railway as I thought in those days.
The Old Castle Pub was the last building in the street - still there now - but a bed and breakfast now - not a pub.

I have had many a pint here and more than one Christmas party. When I first knew the building the rear section was not there. I remember as they built into the back room, and then further out again. The last extension lasted about 9 years, and now is the tea room in the back.. but it is now a bed and breakfast and tea room ..

as seen in the early morning

And so - to retrace my steps of years before, I look once more down Old Castle Road from the level crossing that is no longer there ....

Cars on pavements and for sale signs... but as I turn around - I can still see the Tin works building - now listed and protected - though finance for the development that was expected has drifted away and it now stands as a monument to the past .. stark .. but that can be the subject of another walk...

I mentioned that there were Roman links to the old castle - rather than just repeat, here is the link to another friend Lyn John who knows so much more than me about Llanelli History... LINK HERE
But the rain is beginning to fall - and so I make my way back home for a fine cup of tea, an opportunity to sit in front of the computer, and reminisce and post a couple of thoughts fro the past .. and look forward to some day in the future when Ceri will pop across the pond ( the big one) and I shall show him what I have learned today ...

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I read with interest the article on the 28th Division in Wales during WW2.I am from Scranton Pa.The 109th regiment a part of the 28th,was basedin Scranton( and still is).I have a friend who grew up in Port Talbot,South Wales.She met her future husband who was an officer in the 109th.After the war they were married in Scranton and she still resides here.

From the Barkeep's Blog

Sunshine and mild this morning. A good excuse to get up and out with the dogs. Bed is still warm and inviting but the opportunity is there to brave the elements and explore a little more of the countryside under my nose.

And as many people put their thoughts to a new regime of Health and Fitness in January, I took the opportunity of visiting another relic of Llanelli's history, the Old Castle Exercise and Fitness track. I have walked around the Old Castle fields many times and recall times from the past when I had taken the opportunity of running around the track and using the equipment that was built, open and free, for any passer by to use. Try as I might, I cannot find any records on Google of the building, financing, or the later dereliction of the track - but parts are still there to be seen.

Early sunshine rising over Old Castle ponds. Another Llanelli Blogger Robert Lloyd informs me that the Pond is over 40 feet deep in places, a place full of danger in the icy weather.

Indeed, I recall from my early days as a constable in Llanelli, assisting in the recovery of a body from the water. Details are blurred now, but the general consensus was that the deceased had fallen in, possibly drunk, while trying to climb around the metal railings that used to separate the grounds. It was a regular short cut from one end of town to the other. But the fencing required a little athletics to swing around over the water.

once there was a sign here

This one has lost one of its struts, but it is almost at ground level. I recall them as being in a zig-zag, having to walk from one to the next - but there is little sign of this any more.

Here I think was a joint between two sets of balance bars - but only an empty pop bottle adorns the place now.

So - with one last look from the cycle track back onto the exercise fields -

I return under Sandy bridge the way I came. Certainly no fitter than when I arrived this morning, but having captured one more little part of Llanelli before it disappears entirely.

From the Barkeep's Blog

Another day - another walk around Llanelli area - this time - Sandy Water Park

The Llanelli Coastal Park Walk provides some wonderful scenery on the grounds of the old Steelworks, and before that - the old Mott and Bailey of Old Castle Works which may very well go back to pre Roman times.. and in my case some memories of the are over the last thirty five years.
We start today by Old Castle Ponds, at the base of the Agen Bridge. Where the cast iron sign post tells us that we are on route 47 - the chain links at the base holding up the details "Swansea 17 miles" Tumble 17 miles"

I note the details from the Council deliberations:

" Sandy Water Park..
Steel making commenced on this site in 1897 when the Llanelly Steel Company built their works on land reclaimed from the sea.

Now - we have the home for many swans - and this time of year they give due warning to the passer by that they do want too close a proximity.

Enjoy Llanelli. Enjoy the Scenery. Enjoy how history is changing.

Cardiff's most famous daughter, Shirley Bassey, was born on the 8th of January 1937 above the Canadian Cafe at 182 Bute Street, Tiger Bay, Cardiff. The address is significant. Shirley's mum was from the North east of England and her dad was Nigerian, and 1930s Tiger Bay has been described as the "The safest place in Britain for a man of colour". There were very few non white people living in pre-war Britain and outside parts of London and Liverpool Tiger Bay was the only place with a non white majority. The unique dockside culture was described as Indo-Cymric and Afro-Welsh. Loudon Square at the heart of the community was 80% non-white and so ethnically mixed that it was said that "you could see the world in one square mile". The rich ethnic mix gave rise to a distinct musical culture based on calypso and jazz and Tiger Bay was renowned for its clubs. During the war black GIs flocked to Cardiff whenever they got leave resulting in 73 local women marrying US servicemen and settling in the USA, including Shirley's sister, Grace.

Shirley's singing career started in the early 1950s and such was her talent that in just a few years her earnings went from 5 a week to $1800 a week in 1956 in Las Vegas; her first really big break. Her hits include Gold Finger, Diamonds are for Ever and Big Spender. She still performs and long may she continue to do so.

Lots more about the life and times of Cardiff at cardiffonfoot.com.