Each day Delwyn and I turned up at the office and each day Bill set us tasks which were basically typing up copy in a presentable format. Newly-fledged copy typists could have done the job straight out of secretarial college and they would probably have been paid at the same rate. Then one morning, whenContinue reading “Groundhog Day in Holywell”
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Time for a break
That first morning at the office in Holywell was quite a drag and enough to put some people off journalism for life. Halfway through the morning we had a coffee break and decided to switch subjects. Delwyn took the wedding reports (how many people can get married over one weekend?) and I took the obituariesContinue reading “Time for a break”
Peacock parade
As I mentioned yesterday I was quite prepared to be a peacock preening my gaudy feathers for all to see. Mayhap it has always been a part of me, that desire to change my outward appearance, possibly because I loved the attention but also because I enjoyed being someone else for a while. The LittleContinue reading “Peacock parade”
A final fling
The summer of ’66 was over and I had finished my work experience at the Rhyl and Prestatyn Gazette and was preparing to return to the world of education. The difference between my time at Rhyl Grammar School and the year I spent at Flintshire College of Technology was that at one I was treatedContinue reading “A final fling”
A final summer
Studying at home and spending more time, whenever possible, at the newspaper office strengthened my interest in becoming a reporter day by day. More than anything I developed a love for the structure and development of language and the written word. I know my photographer colleagues believe their pictures are worth a thousand words butContinue reading “A final summer”
I must go down to the sea again
I distinctly remember when the wide, wet, salty sea and I became acquainted. It was a May day in 1955 and the Pierce family had arrived in Rhyl. I was five years old and would probably have got in the way of the men carrying our goods and chattels into the house. My mother decidedContinue reading “I must go down to the sea again”
Friendship
As we moved up in primary school there was a subtle change in friendships as school friends and out of school friends began to merge. Two things defined this change. One was Saturday morning cinema at the Odeon when you met your school friends on a weekend. The other thing was learning to ride aContinue reading “Friendship”
Blame the Glitch
There’s a change of pace today. As people may have noticed the latest update did not appear here magically at 9am today. Personally I blame the Glitch. The Glitch is a little gremlin hiding in our networks who now and then pops up and switches connections to make all your hard work disappear. Service WILLContinue reading “Blame the Glitch”
You need friends
When do we first make friends and is that first friend always a friend for life, or are later friends really better friends? I have often spoken on Facebook and elsewhere about my lifelong friend Roger Steele. Roger was not my first friend, however, although our friendship lasted the longest. No, my first friendship wasContinue reading “You need friends”
Where have all the young men gone?
What still lay ahead of us when this picture was taken? It was 1962/63 and this is part of the long school picture taken at the Grammar School on Grange Road, Rhyl, North Wales. This is the red brick old building before the barbarians managed to raze it to the ground. I know the yearContinue reading “Where have all the young men gone?”
Robin's Nest 