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ARE THERE ANY ANGLESEY PEOPLE OUT THERE IN THE WORLD?
Neno’r Tad! Why haven’t you been in touch? Especially if you or your Family originally came from Anglesey.
My great uncle emigrated to Canada at the turn of the 20th Century and although he never, ever returned to Wales or the Island again, Welsh-Canadian members of his own family frequently have.
My Mum talks about taking one of her Canadian cousins to visit an elderly family member in Pengorffwysfa above Amlwch, while he was on leave during the Second World War.
For my Great Great Aunty Elin it was such a moving experience, as this was her only contact with her brother that she would ever have.
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Exiles at the National Eisteddfod
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Your Anglesey Memories
So if you’re out there and you have memories to share or even questions to ask, then please do get in touch. I’m pretty well-connected. Socially and culturally Anglesey is a very small place.
If I can’t answer your questions then I probably know someone who does.
Maybe you’d like to know if the old house is standing?
Maybe you want to know if the family is still living in the area?
Maybe you just want to turn a vague memory into something quite real?
Maybe you just want to know how things have changed in the interim?
Maybe there’s an old family grave you want checked out?
As I said to someone in Pengorphwysfa yesterday while I was checking out my Great Great Aunty Elin’s old shop, Siop Herbert.
“If you Don’t Ask Then You’ll Never Know.”
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WELSH NATIONAL EISTEDDFOD
You need to go back a decade or so now, but it was a regular Thursday afternoon event in the National Eisteddfod for Welsh people from across the World to be welcomed back formally and warmly.
These people were known as Y Cymry Alltud (trans. ‘Welsh Exiles’) and they would be gathered together en masse on the stage of the National Eisteddfod. Their nations would be called out and they would rise to be greeted with rapturous applause.
It never cames as a surprise that when the Master of Ceremonies – usually Mr R Alun Evans – called out for those from Yr Unol Daleithiau about half those gathered on stage would rise to their feet.
Always a bit of humour attached to this, as we all tried to guess how many people would stand up this year.
Near the end of the ceremony Mr Evans always called out - anticipating the inevitable - "Are there any other exiles from overseas?"
A voice would ALWAYS, ALWAYS call out from the crowd:
"SIR FÔN! (ANGLESEY!)"
By the way, ’Yr Unol Daleithiau’ is the United States of America.
Hundreds of Welsh families migrated to the USA in the mid-1800’s to seek out better living conditions and better opportunities for themselves and their children. Many headed straight for Pennsylvania and the coal mines.
Though most of these people never returned home to Wales the connection remained strong as they conducted their own Eisteddfodau and maintained the traditions of chapel-going.
Many of their descendant great great grandchildren have been regular visitors to Anglesey and Wales.
Those from Australia and Canada would also rise to their feet to be greeted with equal warmth. Many people came back again and again. The older we get then these questions of family history and identity become more important.
There were more. Singapore, New Zealand, a much appreciated group from the Welsh Homeland(Gwladfa) in Patagonia and I believe we once had an exile return from Tristan da Cuna.
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I KNOW THAT YOU’RE THERE
The Solo Build It software that I use to build my site advises me in detail that Anglesey Hidden Gem is being viewed across the World.
I think that this is absolutely brilliant and I thank you all for taking the time to have a quick gander (look) at my site.
I don’t think that there’s any doubt about it by now. You know that I’m Welsh and love my country, as I love being British. I have my own unique language and culture within Great Britain and am immensely proud of this.
I’m certain that whatever the distance between us that you are equally proud of your heritage.
So, do get in touch by CLICKING HERE
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Waiting for You to Get in Touch
I have received emails from a new friend in New Zealand who was brought up in my Home town of Llangefni. It is brilliant!
We have shared memories of the places that we each used to play with our respective childhood gangs.
Do get in touch and I will do my very best to put you in contact with people you knew and even visit your favourite places for you.
I'll even send you photographs - if things haven't changed too much.
If you'd like to, then please write in Welsh. Ysgrifennwch yn y Gymraeg os ydych eisiau.
I look forward to hearing from you.
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Eester on Anglesey in the 50's was a time when children still went "clapping" for eggs. For this was still at a time when our parents were still finding …
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Great web page. I was brought up on Anglesey. At Bryn rEfail I went to school at Penrhoslligwy. There were 17 children and 2 teachers there.
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Unlike the Terible Twins I enjoyed myself at Ysgol British Llangefni.
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It was all the Arcadia's fault (Llangefni's old cinema). It inculcated in us a desire to be Tarzan. Johnny Weissmuller, Gordon Scott and Bomba the Jungle …
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The Ysgol British Primary School morning Assembly ordeal was over and it was time for that other ordeal, the 'entire' morning of arithmetic, Duh!
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There it stood. Anually, in the corner of the school yard. It struck terror into our hearts - the White Dentist Caravan!
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