Remember - Defibrillators Save Lives!
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Issue 22 November 2017 Do you know where our defibrillators are? A quick survey suggested many people in our area are still unsure where the five defibrillators are located. If one should ever be needed, vital minutes will be saved if you know where to go. Remember - Defibrillators save lives! More on the next page.... 1 Where to find a defibrillator: Square & Compass Garage Mathry Old Stores Porthgain Counting House in the porch in the phone box under the big gun Croesgoch Chapel Vestry Trefin, Ship Inn So, just to repeat Welsh Ambulance advice, if someone you are with is having chest pains, here‟s what to do: Call 999 and go to the nearest defibrillator cabinet (or get someone else to go). Pull open the protective box, the defibrillator is inside in a padded carry case. Once back with the patient, switch on the defibrillator. Its automatic voice will tell you exactly what to do - just follow the recorded instructions. The defibrillator will decide if the person needs a shock or not, so it‟s not possible to hurt someone or do the wrong thing - and it really could save their life. For more information, or if the defibrillator has been used, contact Gerard Rothwell at Welsh Ambulance Service 01633 471354 mob: 07734 716766 Thank you very much to Llanrhian Community Council, who undertake a monthly inspection of all these defibrillators. 2 Harbour Lights – from Café to Gallery Annie Davies describes how she and her husband, Huw, turned Café Gwynedd, Porthgain, into the now renowned and very successful, Harbour Lights Gallery: Having been visiting Pembrokeshire from London since about 1974, I decided to make a permanent move in the early 80's. So I sold my house in London and moved to Pembrokeshire with my son, Luke......I bought what was then Café Gwynedd, in Porthgain, from John and Yvonne Robinson, in 1985 . I called it Harbour Lights - a suggestion from my mother who reminded me that my sister, Elizabeth, was running a restaurant called Harbour Lights in Key West, Florida, and as the café went on to become a restaurant, my other sister, Bernadette, joined me in1986. I hadn‟t had much of an idea what I was going to do with Cafe Gwynedd, but I liked the feeling of the place. It was where Huw, my husband‟s great-great grandfather would go to collect his wages until his untimely death in the quarry in the 1920's. I didn't know this when Huw and I met which was around 1985. We married in 1987 and went on to have the first undiagnosed twins in Withybush for eight years! Katy and Ryan were born in 1988. Basically I was told I was having one 'big baby' and woke up to two babies. It was hard work with the twins - and Luke as well. The nanny we employed left when she found out there were two babies to look after! But my mother and father and Huw's mother all helped, whilst I was running the restaurant and Huw was farming Pwllcaerog and the other family farms. Huw and his family sold their farms in the early 90‟s and then Huw and Marian, his mother, helped me in the restaurant, which made a huge difference....after many years of struggling and learning in the restaurant business, I finally had what I wanted, which was a good restaurant – „County Restaurant of the Year‟ in the early 90‟s (and for many years after), in the Good Food Guide, Michelin guide, Hardens etc...until we closed in 2002. But it was very hard work and didn't leave much time to spend with our children. Whilst still running the restaurant, we had one day called on our friend Peter Daniels, the artist, and had had a very enthusiastic reception from him. Apparently we had made a huge difference to his sales. We had bought one of his paintings and put it on our restaurant wall. Many people who were eating dinner had enquired who the artist was and had then visited his studio in Nine Wells and bought his pictures. He was thrilled. Peter then suggested we sell some of his work on commission in the gallery. We took our own art home and started selling other artists‟ work too, from our restaurant 3 walls - a particular favourite was Bernard Green, another great artist. It all went very well. Huw would be serving food and selling art at the same time, whilst I was in the kitchen. Many local artists then asked if they could also exhibit on our walls so we basically had a restaurant/gallery going. And so in 2002, we decided finally to give up our restaurant and to concentrate on the gallery side. In 1997 we became the first gallery in Wales to sell online - www.art2by.com . It had been a very nervous move as we had an award winning restaurant to give up...... but it did give us more time. And we have now been in business for twenty years selling online. After a while, whilst the gallery was running and being looked after by Huw's mother, Marian, and my sister Bernadette, we had an opportunity to buy a house in Trefin which we renovated ourselves and then sold.... With the profits, we then bought more properties, renovated them and sold them. It was hard work as well, but left the evenings free for our children. With the money we made, we invested in art, going to auction houses to bid for many paintings - Kyffin Williams, Graham Sutherland, John Piper, John Knapp- Fisher and many other fine Welsh artists. This went on, over time, to attract many other established Welsh artists to our gallery. We have now been operating as just a gallery for many years. Our daughter, Katy, does a fabulous job, running it on a day to day basis, and my nephew, Douglas, does the framing. Huw and I deliver the art sold in the gallery, and go to auctions all over the UK. Our motor-home marks up around a thousand miles a month delivering or picking up paintings. It's a fascinating business which we love and hope to continue for a long time to come, and it's certainly not as exhausting as the restaurant business - although there are still times when I miss the days when I was running the restaurant! www.art2by.com Tel: 01348 831549 And somewhere else that has seen changes to become what it is today..... Sixty Years of Croesgoch – Morgan Miles (ably prompted by Jonathan Lloyd) recalls how the village and its people have evolved over the years: I moved to Croesgoch in 1961 when I was ten, but the earliest memory I have of the village goes back to 1954 when my sister, Margaret, took me to the circus there. We moved into a new house in part of what is now Morawel, but before these houses were built, the village only had fourteen houses, plus three shops - a chapel, a blacksmith, a carpenter‟s shop, and a pub (with petrol pumps!)The three shops consisted of two grocers and a drapers, but by the time I had arrived in the village the clothes shop was in decline with only a few old (and when I say old, I mean old!) bits and pieces on the shelves. The proprietors by then were Lloyd and Eithel Owen, the sons of Gwylym Owen and Sons, who had run a very good business up to around the early 1950‟s, selling all types of clothes, for ladies, gents and children. 4 Lloyd and Eithel never really moved on, the two of them being rather eccentric, though very well educated – both had been to Oxford University. When they took over from their father, the shop stayed as it was, but after they died, both the shop and the adjoining house (Ty Pedwar Drws) were sold. Bought by a couple from Canada, the house became a second home for them, but no work was ever done to the shop part of the building while they were there. The two grocer shops were know as Abel‟s (Shop Abel) and R F Jones‟, even though R F Jones no longer ran the shop! That was down to Richie James, a former employee, who had taken it over on rent, employing his brother, Will, and a young girl assistant to help, while he concentrated on the Post Office side of things. Richie‟s Shop, as it became known, sold nearly everything that a village needed – groceries, fresh vegetables and ham and bacon etc, plus gas, paraffin oil and carbide for lamps. There was also a petrol pump outside the house where Richie lived across the road. Abel‟s shop by this time had closed, and all that remained was a rusty corrugated shack, but some of the tales of this man lived on long after he had died. I frequently heard that he would close the shop once or twice a day to pop down to the pub for a pint, leaving a sign on the door „Back in ½ an hour‟. But with no indication of the time he had left, no-one ever knew what time he would be back! Apparently, it wasn‟t only the beer that attracted him to the Artramont, as word had it that there was a certain lady behind the bar that took his fancy! The Artramont from the 1950‟s to the late 70‟s and early 80‟s changed hands several times.