Hugh Ivor and David Trebor at Fronwen with the working horses.


Gwilym Roberts Dolwyddelen visiting his cousins at Fronwen


Hugh and Dei (picture from an negative over 70 years old)



Hugh Ivor at Fronwen with William Roberts, Dolwyddelen, the brother of Ellen Ann. It was his last visit, and he had come to see whether some buttermilk would make him feel better. The doctor said he didn't have silicosis but when he died they found he was full of it.


Nell.


Katie and Dei with the dog


Huw, Lys and Stan with a pony at Fronwen


Ellen Ann Evans at Fronwen with her pigeons and hens. She tried every breed of hen, and used to send away for day old chicks, which arrived in a box. She had peacocks once, but they used to attack anyone carrying an umbrella. There was a cockerel that would attack Annie Ceridwen if she wore a certain navy blue coat.


Ellen Ann with evacuees Archie and Ronnie Thompson. Ellen Ann would drive the cart down to the station to pick up visiting relatives from Dolwyddelen. She would also drive the cart to Tan y Benar, Dolwyddelen, unhitch the pony and turn it into the nearby field while she visited her brother's family.


Cadwaladr Roberts of Fotty Gerrig, Ellen Ann's brother, at Fronwen.


Lys and Stan with Jewel as a foal.


Hugh Ivor at Fronwen with Moi


Loading the hay.


Ploughing the old way. Hugh Ivor Evans.


Dei Fronwen


Mountain Ponies 1949

Tales are still told of Dic, a pony used at Fronwen for decades.


Lys Fronwen giving Rowena a ride on Dic

William Evans used to buy mountain ponies off the local farmers. One time a farmer slipped an odd pony in with the batch he was selling - too big, not the same breed, but William reasoned that the farmer wanted to part with him so he accepted him without comment. This was Dic who turned out to be a great pony and stayed with the family from then on. He had one notable characteristic - if he got startled he'd start galloping and there was no stopping him. Once Hugh Evans was coming home from town carrying paraffin for the lamps. Dic took off with such high speed the sparks were flying from under his hoofs. Another time Katie was coming home from Siloam on him when the dogs at Garth Pigau barked and startled him. He took off and didn't stop until he got home. At 90 years of age Katie still remembered that ordeal. When William Evans went to visit Bod Wylim, his grandsons would hear Dic galloping on the road and rush to open the gate, because if Dic reached the gate with it closed, he would go straight into it. Once Dic had visited a house, he would always stop at that place on subsequent trips, so William Evans always knew which houses his sons had been visiting.


The Capel Garmon cousins at Fronwen for the summer holidays


The Jewels get a rest and John Davies, Cornwall Isa, gets a sit down. Mr Davies used to walk all the way from Gwytherin to visit. Seen here with William Evans and Dei Fronwen.


The Jewels waiting patiently. Katie and her father William Evans.


Lys on Dic at Ty Mawr


Jewel with her foal, Bess. One time Rowena took some bread crusts to Jewel and Bess for a treat. She gave the last one to Jewel (because she loved Jewel best!) and turned to go. Bess reached out and bit her on the shoulder blade!


Fronwen's bacon supply


Scot at Fronwen's door


Terry and Anne Fretwell of Central Cafe, Llanrwst, in Fronwen for a ride. One time when Irene from Melin-y-Coed came for a ride at the same time as Terry, she was determined to ride Dic. Unfortunately her saddle wasn't tight enough, and it slipped, with Irene in it. Dic took off at top speed, and dragged her along, giving her some nasty injuries.


Mr Robert Roberts Fotty Fawr, Bob from Penmachno who worked at Siamber Wen, Bob Fotty, possibly Dei Siamber Wen and Robert John Morris when he was small, at the Nebo Show


Evan Roberts Foty with the dogs and the sheep


Man's Best Friend


The Foty Skyline


The Foty Skyline again

Mr Roberts Fotty used to live at Tyddyn Llywarch. The owner lived in Dolwyddelen and let it out for a very small rent.











When Rowena was working at Glynllifon, the cowman wanted to sell a Jersey heifer he owned. It went to Garth Hebog and started a line of Jersey cattle there.

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