Recent visitors to our new Village Hall included quite a lot of ol’ pals, many of whom I have not seen for about 60 years.
Amongst them were two real old pals:-
Betty, when I was a lad, was Akela. (In Cub Scout packs, Akela is a symbol of wisdom, authority, and leadership.) We had really wonderful evenings at her Wolf Cub events and I remember them with much happiness. She did a wonderful job of entertaining and controlling us despite most of us being utter toe-rags! Her late husband was one-time Lord Mayor of Swansea. As a girl, she lived with her parents in Newton Road, together with her two brothers, Brian and Eric, both of whom died very young. (In their 20s or 30s!) The family were all known to locals as the ‘Stirling Evans’!
Annie was the daughter of Dick Woollacott, our local farmer. Their farm was at the top of our little road, and they actually lived next door but one from our cottage. During, and just after, the war, Annie or her mother, May, would deliver our milk, pouring it, steaming, from the can into our jug. There was always ‘extra, for the children’!! We would be huddled in our tiny cottage, listening to the wireless – sorry, now called the ‘radio’, powered by the ‘accumulator’, which had to be taken to Mumbles every Saturday to be ‘charged-up’! All of us kids spent much time on Dick’s farm – no such thing as ‘Health and Safety’ then! We would ride his shires – we called them ‘carthorses’ as well as riding in the ‘cart’. Great fun indeed. We also learnt to milk the cows, though I must confess that I was no good at it and hated it. Why? Well, actually, because I couldn’t stand the ‘feel’ of it! Uck! Annie and I used to have wrestling contests when we happened to be in the same field together. She couldn’t fight!!!
Happy Days indeed. We were very, very lucky,partly due to people like these.
Re-produced from Dickiebo.