The 27th day in Wales was a work day as my wife and I helped pack up and clean the BYU House. We wanted to earn our keep to stay a few extra days until the lease expired. My wife did break away to go back to the antique mall Professor Tom showed us in Cardiff to purchase the best example of what we think the teapot was like that my ancestor may have carried across the plains of America.
|Mid to late 19th Century, inexpensive pewter teapot similar to what we imagine would have survived a handcart journey|
tied to an apron string
|The view to the cellar|
|On the left, piece of late Victorian to Edwardian staircase. Otherwise, old stone and Georgian beams, some charred by a fire.|
And on the far right, boxes of books, of course!
|Attic window looking toward the Black Mountains.|
|My wife enjoying the market bustle and hopefully thinking, "Maybe we could live here!"|
|The best fresh leeks you will ever see!|
Cymro dw i!
|Workmen's Hall, Blaenavon, Wales.|
|High Street, Blaenavon, Wales|
|Long may she wave!|
|Stonework repair in progress.|
|Yes, the Vaughan armorial on the window on the left honoring Davey Gam killed at Agincourt.|
On the right is a memorial to our Herbert cousins.
|A possible familial connection on the Watkins line, St. Teilo's, LLantilio Crossenny, Monmouthshire, Wales|
|And I suppose, other possible relatives as the names and armorials are lost even as the 16th Century dress is preserved|
|Just in the neighborhood, an absolutely fabulous castle!|
White Castle, one of three, guarding the constantly disputed borders of the Marches.
|White Castle's moat. And yes, that is the Blorenge in the distance.|
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