I've probably got this wrong - but I heard a strange little myth about the clock in Chester being built to face the other way from Wales - so the Welsh couldn't see the time !! Ha! Have you heard that one ?
Chester: a Virtual Stroll Around the Walls-
The Liverpool Gallery-
The Chester Shop
Chester & Liverpool Guided Walks
Welsh to honour a city success story
Jun 14 2008
by Catherine Jones, Liverpool Echo
ONE of the most famous members of Liverpool’s Welsh community is being celebrated in a special exhibition to mark Capital of Culture.
The links between Liverpool and North Wales will be highlighted in the six-week exhibition at the Welsh Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) highlighting department store founder Owen Owen.
Arts Council of Wales is backing the project which is being put together with the help of the Owen family.
Owen Owen’s great, great grand-daughter Genevieve Raw-Rees, a student in Liverpool, said: “The idea for the exhibition came about because the Arts Council Wales circulated information about Liverpool as the Capital of Culture and invited arts organisations to take part.
“MoMA Wales was interested and said yes.
“I live just off London Road opposite the site of the original Owen Owen store, and I’m delighted to have been asked to help put the exhibition together.”
Owen Owen was born in Machynlleth, the home of MoMA Wales, in 1847 and arrived in Liverpool in 1868 hoping to make his fortune.
The 21-year-old had spent several years working for his uncle’s drapery store in Bath.
He had £300 in his pocket and having already discovered trade was booming in Liverpool on an earlier visit, decided it was a town of opportunity.
Owen founded a small shop in London Road and, unable to afford any advertising, displayed a notice in the window saying: “This shop is opened to supply the public with the newest and best fancy goods at the lowest possible prices.”
The exhibition runs at the Machynlleth museum, between Dolgellau and Aberystwyth, from July 28 to September 6.
Source: Liverpool Echo
1881 Caergwrle Buildings, Wavertree Road/Thorburn Street. An early date-stone when compared with other major roads. I've seen other Welsh stones around, Bootle for example.
Hi, My mums mum was welsh (from Anglesey). Her family moved to Liverpool about 1900 and (from the 1891 census) her parents only spoke welsh, while their children were bilingual. I wonder how they got on with their Liverpool neighbours?
They lived in Walton - were there "welsh" parts of Liverpool where they all lived? My (scouser) grandad used to stay with them and had to learn welsh to be able to speak with them.
When I was small, my nan used to teach me a bit of welsh. I still feel an afinity with Wales, especially when driving along their roads with the signs written in welsh and english. Good on them for insisting on keeping the welsh language going.
The other side of my family come from Amylch spelt Amlach on the 1851census everyone must know them the name was Thomas Hughes LOL !, seems to live in 8 "Tclyue" its hard to make out !.
Hi all, i'm a new member to your site and found you all by accident browsing & decided to join you. I have Scottish family on my Mother's side who were known as the fighting Mactaggarts in Scotland. They were renowned Barefist fighters who had a reputation for many years as people not to mess with. My mum wondered why they weren't mentioned very often at family gatherings, . My Dad's side who were called Parry came to Liverpool during the early years of the 20th C from a little Welsh village next to Ffestiniog and lived in St Domingo Road untill their deaths. They had 9 children who were all born in Everton and who all worked and stayed in the Liverpool areas. My Auntie Elsie worked at Hendersons at the time of the big fire.
Welcome to the forum Pennymeadow. Are you in Liverpool?.
You can always count on Americans to do the right thing - after they've tried everything else.
Thanks for the welcome. I'm in sunny Skem (Skelmersdale). Love going to Liverpool, & travel there whenever i get the chance. Mainly visit Fairfield as i have an Auntie who has lived in the same house for 71 years, since she was 10.
You can always count on Americans to do the right thing - after they've tried everything else.
Totally agree Shytalk, Scouse is a great & friendly accent. Good on you for keeping your accent for all these years. By now there must be a slight twang of American in there by now though surely?. You probably sound Scouse to Americans but American to us LOL. It's facinating that you are the other side of the world but can keep in touch with everything on this site.
This may be of interest to those that missed it the first time around:?
Llwydiarth Fawr on Anglesey - home of the Mayor of Bootle
Never put anyone on a pedestal... THEY'LL LOOK DOWN ON YOU!
Thanks for that link - it's an interesting site.
I have Welsh ancestors going back to the 1800s. I have an ancestor from Overton in what was then Flintshire, probably another that later married into that family who was called Jones and an ancestor from Laugharne in South Wales.
Don't think I have seen this thread before. Do I qualify to post (if I have not already, haven't read back very far!)
My Grandmother was of Welsh heritage.
We went to Wales so many weekends every year. Most of my childhood photos are taken in Wales.
I belong to the St. David's society here in Manhattan and I am on the list for Welsh Assembly events. Last year Aeronwy Thomas came to read her own and her father Dylan's poetry. I had a few drinks with her and her husband, she said she gives Welsh classes at home. Sadly she died recently.
Cymru am byth
Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
Dylan Thomas has links to Laugharne in South Wales where one of my Welsh ancestors came from.
Woman's memories of Second World War impact on North Wales
Sep 1 2009
by Andrew Gilpin, Daily Post
IT was the moment the nation had dreaded: On September 3, 70 years ago, Britain was left with no choice but to declare war on Germany.
Thus began the deadliest military conflict in history in which more than 60 million people were killed. A terrible era which helped shape the modern Britain and Europe of today.
Among the horror came unforgettable tales of courage and stoicism: Dunkirk, the D-Day landings, the Blitz.
When war was declared, its impact on North Wales was immediate. The sky did not fill with enemy planes nor did bombs rain down.
But a pervading sense of fear bordering on panic set in everywhere. And in what proved ? at first ? to be a huge over-reaction, North Wales was swamped with thousands of evacuees pouring in from the Liverpool area.
Most were children, wrenched away from their families, not knowing where they were being sent.
Local people did their bit and helped look after youngsters. Yet many soon went back when the expected bomb attacks on Liverpool failed initially to materialise.
Laurette Danson MBE, a lifelong resident of Colwyn Bay, has good reason to be upset.
?Many evacuees went back to Liverpool. It was very sad because they went back to the bombing,? she says. ?We had five evacuees in our house ? five of the little things. A brother and a sister were taken back by their mother and father and we heard that they were killed by a bomb a fortnight after returning.
?The youngest of the five children was seven, and there was a little girl of five. She looked like butter wouldn?t melt in her mouth but she ran the gang. Bless her, she went back and she was killed.
?The parents, they sent these children so they would be safe but then there are sitting at home and thinking ?I want them back and we will all be together?. They either came or sent for them to go back and back they went.?
Mrs Danson, now in her 80s and still an active member of Colwyn Bay Town Council, can clearly remember the day war broke out.
?My parents and my elder sister and I were sitting in our drawing room listening to the wireless. Mr Chamberlain came on and he said that the country was at war. It was an awful thing to hear this country was at war. My parents, they were even more distressed. I was a teenager at the time.
?This town was inundated with evacuees from Liverpool and the people of Colwyn Bay received them into their homes. It was the law of the land and you had to take them in.
?They sent trainload after trainload of children coming in. My sister and I went along and met the trains and helped take the little ones to people?s houses,? recalls Mrs Danson.
Months later, as the bombs started to fall on Liverpool, she looked across the sea to a city on fire.
Then there were the little things you would notice ? for instance, iron railings around houses taken away to be smelted down for ammunition.
Amid the gloom was a ray of sunshine. Soldier Anthony Danson was stationed nearby and was befriended by her family. She got on well with him and he became her future husband with whom she had four children.
A sense of defiance in the face of evil has never left Mrs Danson.
?This was our land. It was awful, but we were all very patriotic. That was the wonderful part about it, we were as one. Sadly I don?t see it today,? she says.
?We all stood together to protect this land and it meant something to us, Britain. It didn?t matter whether you were Liberal or Labour, you stood together.?
Major Basil Heaton, farmer of the Rhual estate near Mold, played a key role in the Normandy landings on D-Day in 1944.
He was the first off his landing craft on Gold Beach amid sniping and machine gun fire from defending Germans. It was the start of a long, exhausting but successful day in which his men helped secure the beachhead.
But five years earlier, Major Heaton, now 85, was a schoolboy in his mid teens. He was back home from boarding school enjoying a summer holiday on September 3.
?I remember it quite clearly. It was a lovely, sunny day. We heard the announcement in the library. We all said good Lord, we were frightened the bombs would come straight down.
?That afternoon, my father and mother started packing. My father went back to the Royal Navy in Liverpool, from which he had retired.
?My mother went to Prestatyn to command a company of the Woman?s Auxiliary Territorial Service and my brother and I were rather left on our own. We were at home because it was the summer holidays but we then returned to boarding school.
?Within a few days or weeks around eight to 10 evacuees arrived from Liverpool, although I think they went back after a few weeks. They didn?t like it at all. They weren?t country people, they wanted to go back.?
But the Heatons? large farmhouse wasn?t left alone for long. It soon become a land army hostel with Army girls living there for the rest of the war ?taking over half the house,? recalls Major Heaton.
?I had no doubt I would follow them. When I left school I joined up straightaway. I felt positive about it. It had to be done. The country pulled together. Whether it would pull together now I don?t know. There was a terrific feeling of comradeship.?
Derrick Pratt, a North Wales historian now living in Welsh Frankton, grew up in Wrexham.
His first memory of the war as a youngster of 12 is that of his father leaving and going off to fight.
His dad was wounded in the arm during the D-day landings, but at least he survived, many school pupils were to lose their father in the fighting.
The Wrexham area was relatively unscathed but the fear was still strong, and Mr Pratt recalls how some would leave their homes to go out into open countryside to sleep under the hedgerows at night, where they believed they would be safer.
?I became the man of the household and had to cope with official instructions ? stuff that came through the letterbox on how to make your house gas proof, and how to strengthen bedroom ceilings.
?It was completely unrealistic. There was great joy when we got our own gas masks, but we had a lot of problems with the baby gas mask for my younger brother.
?I learned to dig for victory in the school gardens, and everybody had allotments. The back gardens were dug up and I remember planting out our back garden.?
Mr Pratt helped out building an air raid shelter near his home. We didn?t have a wheelbarrow of our own so I sawed my sister?s pram into half and used it to move the bricks from a cottage demolished in Market Street, Wrexham. In the end we only used it a couple of times.?
Looking back on a conflict which began 70 years ago now, Derrick Pratt expresses some surprise that we managed to win.
?We had a First World War mentality,? he says. ?It took a long time to get our act together.?
Perhaps it was, in the words of Roosevelt?s secretary of state Cordell Hull, the British ?indomitable spirit? which ultimately ensured our victory.
Source: Daily Post North Wales
There is another John Owens (my gggrandfather) buried at St Michael's. He was head copper rollerman at the Blackburne Street works until about 1917. His father David Owens was recruited by Bibby from Morriston, Swansea when the Poulton works was opened. When John retired, his son Peter Thomas Owens became head roller man. Both David and John and other family members are buried at St Michael's. If I could figure out how to attach photos to this message, I would send you photos.
At the bottom of the quick reply box, there is a button that says Go Advanced.
You can then attach pictures from your computer to the message.....
In Liverpool a lot of the older buildings are made from
Welsh bricks and tiles. Mainly from Buckley. The Bricks were made in Buckley,
then shipped to Liverpool, in some cases sent by rail. You can tell by the red
brick and the print on bricks. As a proud Buckley mon, it's always nice to see
where my hometown bricks went.