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Offline lutonman1

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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #7 on: February 24, 2018, 03:38:16 »
I went to Glencoe Road school in Chatham, first evacuation, Gillingham, Rainham, then Newington, where we trooped off. We, my brother and I, were billeted in Church Lane with an old Bargee. After several months we came back with the school, then in June / July, by train again to Neath in South Wales, then by bus to Pontardawe, 10 miles north of Swansea. We stayed for one year, my brother learnt Welsh very quickly, even sang songs in Welsh. we were parted in Pontardawe, I went to Ynysmeudu, one mile east, my brother went to Clydach three miles west of Pontardawe. We only met once, before we came home.

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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #6 on: February 23, 2018, 22:55:26 »
Regarding the old method of counting, my son now lives in Cumbria and says that they still use the local dialect number words.

Try this link (I especially like the number 15 in most of them :) )
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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #5 on: February 23, 2018, 20:15:31 »
lutonman 1. Which school did you go to & where were you evacuated to the first time & then where in Wales (the 2nd time?). Presumably " up the valleys"? My friend who went with his brother's school, Gillingham County, ended up with the local pastor at Rhymney & had to learn several hymns & psalms & never missed church/chapel on Sundays - so you got off lightly!

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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #4 on: February 23, 2018, 19:13:00 »
I notice some lads learned Welsh up to ten. I went a bit  further and learnt up to twenty, for those lads here is what they sounded like in english.
2 ---dye
3 ---tree
4 ---pedwell
6 ---wearth
7--- sythe
9 ---na
10 -deg
13 -tree-a-deg
14 -pedwell-a-deg
15 -pump-theg
16 -ena-pump-theg
17 -di -a -pump-theg
18 -orth-a-pump-theg
19 -na-a- pump-theg
20 -egan

Thats how they sounded to me. With an the Welsh people.

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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #3 on: January 03, 2015, 18:17:55 »
   The Government then decided that those born in 1928 and I think 1929?  were to be exempt from  the National Service.......
Those born in 1929, as I was, were not exempt from National Service..
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Re: Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #2 on: January 03, 2015, 16:49:17 »
Very interesting CDP, thank you. The Oracle went to Gorsinon, a little along the road from you guys (he was evacuated from Sittingbourne).

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Evacuated to Wales 1940
« Reply #1 on: January 03, 2015, 12:15:15 »


When the war broke out I had just left the Broadway School and I was due to start at Jefferson Road School (The Central School for Boys ) but  nobody seemed concerned about our schooling, when we were to start or where to go, we thought this arrangement was ideal at first until the weeks went by and we started to feel fed up and guilty ??? (pardon!)

In November it was getting too cold to play on the beach, so  ten or so of us decided to demand to be taught and we marched up to Jefferson Road and presented ourselves to the Headmaster. I don’t think he was very pleased to see us and he took us to his office. He then split us into two groups, and he told us that one group was to attend lessons in the mornings and the other group in the afternoons but, he said, should the air raid sirens sound we were to go home immediately, even if we were on our way to school. Of course most of the school were late most mornings just in case the sirens sounded and we had to walk all that way home again. The sirens of course sounded quite frequently and almost every day there were either practice Fire Drills or practice Air Raids Drills, or practice Gas Drill or practice something, and sometimes the alarms never went off but by word of mouth (usually from another boy !) we heard that we were to go home. I sometimes wondered whether these were false false alarms.!! But no one ever bothered. A few of us started the rumour one day to see what would happen and we cleared the school, even the teachers went home.

Most of the school was evacuated 1939/early 1940. My father went to Alexandria, Egypt with the Dockyard and in June,1940 off I went to Pontlottyn, South Wales to be billeted with another Sheerness boy, Geoffrey Cullum. I was with a Welsh family, Morgan of course. The father was a coal miner, one son, David was the manager of the local food shop and the other son was Abraham, the same age as Geoffrey and myself.

There was also a girl, Margaret, but she had been sent to an Auntie in Chepstow, she was away for nine months. We were told she had been naughty. She went to live with a friend later and we seldom saw her. I remember she used to walk up and down the road for exercise, a very happy girl, always smiling at everyone, especially the men.

Although David made sure that we were never short of food, when Mrs. Morgan was making a plateful of sandwiches for the three us boys for tea, the plateful was never divisible by three, hence the fastest eater had the most sandwiches.

One day. a German Bomber was shot down at Aber-cum-Bargoed, we all walked miles over the mountains to collect pieces of it to exchange for cigarette cards, etc.

We went to the local school and all the Sheerness boys were in the same class and were taught Welsh every Friday afternoon but most weeks the class with the best attendance that particular week was allowed Friday afternoon off school. Naturally us evacuees always won this, much to the annoyance of the local lads and many fights started because of our gloating. We learnt very little Welsh, I think we could all count up to ten, sing the Welsh National Anthem (sometimes with our own words, “ My hen laid an adder….etc. “ these words almost sound the same), and a few hymns. Very useful especially as Welsh was never spoken by the locals.

I was once arrested as a German Spy (I was only about 12 years old) by the local Police Sergeant Annie as we called him. A few of us were flying our home made kites and he said these were wireless aerials and we were signalling to the enemy using radios. We had to go to the Station and were duly charged and then released. We changed our mind about this sergeant when a Welsh friend, Douglas Price, drowned in a feeder lake, all the local people turned out to watch and Annie dived and dived and searched for two hours before he found the body. Annie was as blue as our friend Douglas with the ice cold water, we liked Annie after this. Douglas was on show for a few days after this in his front room, he looked so peaceful. All the boys paid their respects.

One pastime was to slide down the mountain on pieces of cardboard or dustbin lids, imagining that we were skiing and when we tired of this the other lads would roll large boulders down to the road below.

We would also dig out coal from surface seams to take home to earn a few pennies. Another way to make money was to act as look-outs for the miners as they gambled  in groups among the slag heaps and they would get very cross at any false alarm especially when a lad would shout out “Here comes the police “ and then start running as if to hide. It was fun to see them all scatter. Sometimes they wouldn’t stop even to collect their money!!!

One day we discovered a ventilation shaft to a disused mine, it was about 10 feet square very, very deep and strengthened by criss crossed large square wooden beams. We dropped stones down to see how deep it was and a splash occurred after about four seconds, we lit a bonfire and threw it down the shaft to see how deep it was. We tried to see who could climb down farthest, the bravest managed to climb down 20 feet (I could only manage about 10 feet). We played here for a few days and then one day we saw that it had been covered up with tin sheeting and bolted down. Still, perhaps that stopped us from killing ourselves. When you are younger, danger is not really an option is it?

We would combine with the local lads when the boys from Rhymney, the next village, came into our territory to fight, we would meet on the local slag tip and throw the slag at each other. One day the “enemy “ caught one of our side, tied him to a post and used him as a target, throwing stones at him then starting to build a fire at his feet and telling him they were going to roast him alive and eat him. Such fun! He was very pleased when we “charged “ and saved him and cut him free. Then our side caught one of the opposite side and we decided to tattoo him with red hot needles using their bonfire but we let him escape, we weren’t bad really.

We would always go to Chapel twice on Sunday, or was it three times, or even four and, with our nasty coughs and upset tummy and bad headaches we were still expected to sing loudly and enjoy ourselves.


I sat for and passed the exam  for the “Tech “ with six other Sheerness boys and we attended The Bargoed Mining and Technical Institute for three months. I then decided to return home after 18 months away from home. I did not want to become a Welsh miner!!

One thing I did learn there was how to play Rugby properly. Our sports teacher would run up behind us and with his hand behind our neck throw us at our opponents feet and the very hard football boots came in contact with our face. It didn’t ‘alf hurt mum.

The Government then decided that those born in 1928 and I think 1929?,  were to be exempt from the National Service and the Home Guard because our lives had been so badly disrupted and we had such a hard life and our education had been so badly affected as you can see from the above !!!!

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