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Sun, 12 Jul 2009
Looking Back over fifty years with sadness in my eyes at the changes that have happened.

 
Winter
Image

This is the Dolben Arms it was our local in Bontnewydd

I remember the winter of long, long ago,
with ice on the windows, deep, crispy snow.
The crunch of our feet as we went off to school,
Testing the ice on the river and pools.
That strange, silent stillness that surrounded the place,
With the feel of the snowflakes that fell on our face.


Remember the smell of wet clothing, that hung on the pegs,
The itch of the chilblains, the burn of chapped legs.
Our school milk was frozen, pushed out at the top,
Teachers a grumbling with buckets and mops.
Rows of wet gloves on the fire-guard all day,
The whoops of delight when allowed out to play.

The sound of the sledge as it slid down the hill,
The laughter that followed the inevitable spill.
Snowballs that soaked me, when thrown by a friend
as we trudged our way home when it came to days end.
Our warm, secure cottage, roaring fire, hot tea,
Warm bread and dripping, my dad, sisters and me.


 
Written by Mrs Kathleen Farr, 2006

I have just been going through my files and in amongst them I found a Christmas card from my sister Kath. It was one she had made herself a year ago on the PC. Inside she had wrote a beautiful verse which related to our childhood for we were bought up in a tiny village in the middle of a mountain, with a steep hill to come down into the valley from every direction, it was a very beautiful childhood. So do enjoy this wee verse my sister Kath wrote for us. Diddily
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