This picture was taken from the top of our garden at 7, Avon Terrace Ynyshir. It is not a stunning photograph, but holds some very wonderful and some sad memories for me.
One of the chimneys in the foreground belonged to our house. The long sunlit roofed street in the picture is 'Cross Street.'
A wonderful family lived about half way along this street. My Grandmother, Uncle Fred, my Aunt Ruby and my mother were all good friends with this much respected family.
I have written a short muse about this family. Unfortunately there is no space for it here. Part of it however recalls the tale about the elderly gentleman of the family and his cat Peter.
This gentleman who was very kind to me all the years that I knew him, would leave his house which was near the top end of Cross
Street. This would be the start of his morning stroll. He would turn the corner, past the end house . As he approached the wall, which can be seen in the photograph, with the tree on the left, Peter would be waiting for him and would drop on to his shoulder by the tree.
The pair would carry on along the lane, totally engrossed in cat-human conversation. The lane wound around and up towards the back of the houses.
Many people were used to seeing this lovely old man and his cat. The only time they weren't seen together was when it rained.
Years Passed. The 'muse' tells it all, but not here, at this moment.
This photograph was taken in 1969.