Washi Bach in Llanddeusant
by Hugh Edwards
What a Read!
I just stumbled on this site.
I was born and raised in Llanddeusant and I would guess that it was in the late '50s that I remember Washi.
As has been told elsewhere, he used to visit the village with his heavy ex-army coat on, sack on his back and 'swishing' his stick.
He used to call into my Nain's house (Rose Cottage) for a panad but would never stay long, seemed to always have somewhere else to go to.
From what I can remember he used to always come into the village from the Llanfachraeth direction. He might have had a route that he stuck to.
Frightened the life out of us boys once when we went into a disused 'ty bach' in the bottom of a garden in 'Lon Gefn' only to find him fast asleep in the corner.
I can also remember another tramp - taller with a black overcoat - very intimidating. We would scurry away at the sight of him.
It's really nice to recall the old characters from one's childhood - I can now think of many others thanks to this thread.
For example, I vaguely remember the French onion sellers, the American tourists that asked us for directions one summer (America where's that then?). I'm getting carried away, must stop now.
Keep it up.
I reckon nostalgia kicks in when your knees start to Crick!
I heard that there was a Washi Fawr and y Tramp Coch. The person who knows the old stories is not in the best of health and the memory has faded from the sharpness of colour and noise it once described.
We share these stories with each other because we don't want them lost forever.
Nadolig Llawen iti Hugh a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year).