Sunday, 30 January 2022
Old Merthyr Railway Station.
Construction of Footbridge connecting the two sides of Cyfarthfa Retail Park.
Construction of Footbridge connecting the two sides
Merthyr Bus Rally, 2005
Merthyr Bus Rally, 2005.
Saturday, 29 January 2022
Wood Carvings at Penmoelallt Nature Reserve, Cefn Coed.
Wood Carvings at Penmoelallt Nature Reserve, Cefn Coed.
Wednesday, 26 January 2022
Newly refurbished statue of Eddie Thomas & Bethesda Chapel Memorial.
Newly refurbished statue of Eddie Thomas
Tuesday, 25 January 2022
A Crawshay Memorial at St Mary's Church, Glyntaff, Pontypridd.
A Crawshay Memorial
Friday, 21 January 2022
Salmon Pass (Under construction) & Old College.
Salmon Pass (Under construction) & Old College.
Wednesday, 19 January 2022
Pant Cemetery - Postcard
Pant Cemetery - Postcard
Sunday, 16 January 2022
An Early Merthyr Organist, 1828
An Early Merthyr Organist, 1828
Thursday, 13 January 2022
Wednesday, 12 January 2022
Some Snippets
Some snippets contributed by Dr. Fred Holley
Monday, 20 December 2021
Washing the Front Door Step
Washing the Front Door Step
Older members of the community will remember the days when women washed their front door steps regularly. A number of years ago I was given a bluing stone by my next-door neighbour Mrs Bronwen Pendry, sadly she is no longer with us. Bronwen explained the procedure for stoning, firstly the doorstep is scrubbed clean with soap and water and then rinsed, the next feat is to rub the bluing stone across the slate doorstep leaving in a white film, then finish off the task by wiping the slate slab with a clean wet cloth.
I remember reading a story some time ago about an elderly lady called Mrs Jones, who became known for scrubbing her doorstep religiously every week. Mrs Jones lived in the same street since her marriage over 52 years ago. In her lifetime she’d seen quite a number of changes in the neighbourhood, the decline in health of some elderly neighbours and others who moved on for various reasons. As the years went by Mrs Jones became the longest residing resident in the street, with influx of the younger generation now living in the street Mrs Jones didn’t seem to have much in common with her new neighbours.
As life carried on by, Mrs Jones still kept up her regular routine of washing her doorstep once a week, this ritual seemed to cause the younger women in the street to make comment and Mrs Jones became the object of ridicule from the young neighbours, who thought Mrs Jones’ weekly ritual was out dated. They would whisper uncomplimentary comments about Mrs Jones, but her neighbours’ mockery had no affect on Mrs Jones, she carried on her household chore despite the opinions of nearby residents.
Every week the women would make some comment about Mrs Jones clean doorstep, until one week, when one of the young neighbours noticed Mrs Jones doorstep hadn’t been scrubbed. This bit of gossip seemed to cause Mrs Jones young neighbours some amusement, the next week and the week after Mrs Jones doorstep still hadn’t been cleaned. The amusement of Mrs Jones young neighbours turned to concern and guilt, so the police were called, after breaking down the door of Mrs Jones house, the police found Mrs Jones lying on the floor, the coroner established Mrs Jones had died three weeks previously.
Mrs Jones death affected her young neighbours in a way they didn’t expect, though they mocked Mrs Jones for her doorstep ritual it had become part of their street life. Unknowingly to Mrs Jones and her young neighbours she had became their responsibility, through the customary ritual of checking her doorstep, this became evident when Mrs Jones’ dirty doorstep triggered off a concern for her welfare, to which residents immediately called for the police.
Our friends and family may not always appreciate some of our characteristics, but when a change in our behaviour patterns occurs it gives rise for disquiet signalling that something’s wrong.
Carl Llewellyn
Blast from the Past!
Blast from the Past!
Dr Fred & John Holley
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Coming of Age
Coming of Age
It’s funny, the things that stick in the memory from years ago.
Brought up in a Welsh Methodist environment, first memories are of Sunday School.
All the kids together in the vestry with stories, hymns and verses, particularly verses – learn a new one each week. There are a lot of very short verses in the bible, and no one better at finding them than a boy of 10. There was always someone who could recite a particularly long verse, in Welsh.
Came the day when we were promoted from the vestry to the chapel proper.
Tucked in a corner upstairs, the older men and deacons in the far corner, downstairs. Opposite them, the mature ladies. Across from us, upstairs were the young grownups.
Simultaneously, we qualified for the adults Sunday school outing.
No longer the train ride to Barry Island, lunch of fish and chips, bread and butter and a cup tea at the Merrie Friars, a ride on the fair and a game on the sand.
Now, it was a bus trip to Penarth, take your own lunch or find a café. No funfair, not a real beach.
So, this was what it is like be grown up.
Philip Morgan
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Tuesday, 14 December 2021
The difference a decade makes. ‘No religion’ in the Merthyr region
The difference a decade makes.
‘No religion’ in the Merthyr region
(The religious element in the 2001 and 2011 censuses)
In March this year (2021) there was a census. Its results will start appearing next year. Censuses tell us a lot about change during the decade between each of them but census statistics for religion are notoriously slippery. People are not obliged to answer the religion question, which will skew the figures and it tells you nothing about how seriously people identify with the religion they tick, or practise it (and that’s quite apart from the people who write ‘Jeddai’, ‘Ninja’ and such like). Some people may feel themselves to be Sikh or Jewish or whatever, ‘culturally’ or for family history reasons with no religious commitment at all. So those figures are useless if you want to know what percentage of a population attends a Gurdwara or a Synagogue.
Yet some things were clear from the 2011 census. In the previous ten years people who declared themselves Christians had decreased by 14% in Wales. That was despite the population having risen. They were the only religious group to register decline, moving from 72% of the Wales population in 2001 to 58% Christian in 2011. Also Wales as a whole registered an almost 14% rise in ‘no religion’ response since the 2001 census.
And what of the Merthyr region? The two tables below provide some answers.
2001
Year | Religion | Percentage |
2001 | Christian | 69.81 % |
2001 | No Religion | 21.00 % |
2001 | Religion Not Stated | 8.38 % |
2001 | Muslim | 0.25 % |
2001 | Other Religion | 0.21 % |
2001 | Hindu | 0.17 % |
2001 | Buddhist | 0.11 % |
2001 | Sikh | 0.04 % |
2001 | Jewish | 0.03 % |
*Office of National Statistics data
2011
Year | Religion | Percentage |
2011 | Christian | 56.03 % |
2011 | No Religion | 35.79 % |
2011 | Religion Not Stated | 7.02 % |
2011 | Other Religion | 0.38 % |
2011 | Muslim | 0.34 % |
2011 | Buddhist | 0.21 % |
2011 | Hindu | 0.14 % |
2011 | Sikh | 0.09 % |
2011 | Jewish | 0.01 % |
What will have happened in the last ten years? We have to wait until 2022 for the data and the analysis of it to start emerging.
Christine Trevett
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RADCLIFFE HALL High Street, Penydarren
RADCLIFFE HALL
High Street, Penydarren
English Presbyterian
Built - 1905 in the Sub-Classical style of the gable-entry type.
In 1901, members of Hermon and Libanus Chapels in Dowlais started meeting in Penydarren Boys School, and started a Sunday School in the long room of The New Inn, Penydarren.
By 1902 numbers had grown sufficiently for the congregation to build their own chapel. Three cottages were purchased and converted into a meeting place which they called Samaria. In 1904 it was decided to build a new chapel at a cost of £3000, and the name was changed to Radcliffe Hall, and it opened on Good Friday 1905.
Radcliffe Hall chapel was named after Henry Radcliffe, originally from Dowlais, but who lived for many years in Penydarren before moving to Cardiff and eventually owning a shipping company. Henry Radcliffe made a substantial contribution to the building of the chapel.
Originally a Welsh chapel, Radcliffe Hall became an English cause in 1908. It was closed in 1964 and the building burned down in 1976.
Text by Steve Brewer (from "The Chapels of Merthyr Tydfil"
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The Way to the Top.
The Way to the Top.
In living memory, it enabled Bedlinog men who had enjoyed a pint on a summer Friday or Saturday evening in one of the Troedyrhiw pubs to find a convenient and safe way home. It was also the route followed by generations of tin carrying enthusiastic pickers who wished to sample the fruit of the best whinberry bushes around the Frog’s Rock.
Footnote:
On looking at maps of this locality it is interesting to the note the evolution of the trackway’s nomenclature. On the map of William Morgan’s farm surveyed in 1769, it is named as Rhiwgynrwg. In 1870 the Ordnance Survey named the farm as Troedyrhiw Cwmrwg and the top Pen rhiw gymro. On their 1900 edition this becomes Pen rhiw gymrwg. It was not unusual for the surveyors of the Ordnance Survey to misunderstand or misinterpret place names provided by the indigenous population. For the organisers of the Mitchell Trial this challenging section became Heol Cymro.
Clive Thomas
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I remember that……
I remember that……
- The strange multicoloured polygonal playing frame in the precinct. Whatever happened to that?
- Queuing as far as Burtons to go and see the first Star Wars film at the Scala (Temperance Hall)…..I was only 8 at the time, and I made my aunty take me to see it six times – I don’t think she ever forgave me.
- In connection to the above, collecting the plastic Star Wars figures. I remember buying them from a shop in the High Street called ‘Cards and Gifts’ (or something like that) – if I remember correctly one of the few places you could get them, and then being totally bereft when the building burnt down. My cousin and I would play for hours with the figures, re-arranging all of my parents’ house plants into various jungle ‘scenes’.
- Spending hours playing on the old coal-tips in Abercanaid (by this time grass-covered), and being traumatised when the powers that be took them away (not to mention my grandfather’s garden – a fact he bemoaned until his dying day), to build the extension to the Hoover Factory, and new road into Abercanaid.
- Being told never to use the subway under the road in Caedraw…..but being daring, and doing it anyway with the other local children, and being scared to death.
Caedraw in the 1970s. The subway can be seen at the bottom of the picture at the end of the bridge.
Stephen Brewer
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