The Corner Shop and the Knife Sharpener

A scene of times past.


The old corner shop of Morgan’s at Fearing street Newport Gwent. It depicts a scene from time past. Romany knife sharpener did his service round. Kids played at swinging on the lamp post. Maw went to the corner shop to have a yap. The Community spirit of those days revolved around the local Club and Shop. On the book” A popular saying having credit for goods. The knife sharpener. A local man came from local Romany stock. Mr. Vaughan resides somewhere in Caerleon area. The bicycle adapted to drive a grinding wheel on the rear of the bike when peddled. Raised on a stand the rear wheel linked to the abrasive wheel enabling the operator to sharpen the knives on the revolving stone. er. Made from his own idea and inventive mind. And assembled with his own constructive talent. An ability so often found in the Romany people.

Joan Morgan Corner Shop

The Prince of Wales Investiture – Joan Morgan corner Shop

Joan Morgan’s Corner Shop

Fearing street party for the kids. Plenty Jelly. Plenty Pop. Cakes Galore and Balloons that pop. The disappearance of the Corner shop of times past. Toffee Apples and Ham off the bone. Bacon sliced by hand. New Zealand Butter cut and weighed by the pound. Woodbines by the Fives. A penny worth of lint and packet of pins. Lamp oil and chopped sticks. Now a memory of the past. Along with those good people who once Patronised this water hole Haven of convenience – The Old Corner Shop. The end of an Era! Gone like the snow of winter.

Myeloma a Terrible Disease

Myeloma A Terrible Disease.

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If this brave lady can raise money by her efforts to walk over a bridge.

Whats in your wallet

Many In Caerleon and South Wales area have been struck down with this cancer. Please help I witnessed my own wife who died recently with this affliction of which can be only described on nailed on the bloody cross.

Brave woman fights this disease

Joan Beryl Morgan

The dreaded tuberculosis of those dark years of medicine before and up to the 1940 Joan nursed her sick Mother Florie. Although not a well young lady suffering all her life with constipation and later gall bladder removal and many broken bones. Any wonder Joan in her own old fashioned way as the saying goes. Somehow she Knew when she picked a husband that gave her the love and care without demanding too much of her. They both made their way with not clap trap and bull of words but action to try to better their life ahead together including their two sons. Faults her husband may have had of the flesh but Joan loved without many uttered words of love Joan loved her man victor. Victor Expressed his devotion in love and his undying love for his girl Joan. Who had in time past saw him off on cold dark station in his days of army service. Slept by her side that last night. In immortal silence of death Joan in her coffin lay I played “Too night my love” A room of memories when I work now remains to sustain my grief of future days to come. Sorrows come and Sorrows Fade. — Like angry clouds across the sky they fade. — And soon will come the time to laugh and love again. – As Sorrows fade.

Now I returned that deed of time to see our Joan off on that last journey from her home. To the final resting place till we meet again my love.

Joan Nursing her Mother dieing from TB

PSALM 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

POEM READ by Dr STEPHANIE MORGAN my Daughter in Law

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die!

(Mary Elizabeth Frye 1932)

ELEGY TO JOAN WRITTEN BY AUTHOR CHRISTOPHER MORGAN READ IN CHURCH BY KIM MORGAN my Daughter in Law

The ‘salt of the earth’ was our Joan A selfless person
Sacrificing herself for the benefit of The family and friends she loved so much. Compassionate to all god’s creatures Wishing only to be on the barricades To stop the vivisectors and the torturers of The helpless creation.
She is on the other side now With all the faithful pets gone before Waiting patiently for her to come home Rusty the corgi, Shamus the collie, Lizza and Ben the bull terriers, and lots of cats, all called kitty.
Joan was sometimes shy, never putting herself first. but quick witted and ferocious like a panther- cat When those she loved, all of us, needed defending.
The patterns of her life were laid down early As a teenager she nursed her own mother Through fatal consumption. Intelligent, well- read and witty Only prejudice and ignorance,
Denied her the education she deserved. But she rose above that,
Running her own small business A traditional welsh ‘mammy’ Holding the purse strings with skill right to the end.
She bought herself a rough diamond from the army, Victor, Vic was the love of her life And on that rock, against all the odds She built a good life
For him, for Chris and for Royce. Joan’s great soul will never die Never was there a time when she was not, Never will there be a time when we shall cease to be With all of us hereafter.
And Just as in this body the soul Must pass through childhood, youth and age So too (at death) will it take up another body. As a person casts off his worn- out clothes and takes on other new ones in their place So does the soul cast off its worn out body and enters others new.
It cannot be cut by the sword Nor burnt by fire The waters cannot wet her Not the wind dry her up She is eternal, roving everywhere Firm set – unmoving and everlasting and we shall meet again one day.
Meeting that love of mother reunited in death.With mothers sister aunt Gert and aunt doris nana swift.

The Day at Barry 1952

Mam and Roy.The Day At Barry 1952

Mam and Dad with Roy at Butlins

DEAR MAMMY.

ITS COMING UP TO YOUR BIRTHDAY. I EXPECT KYM AND I WILL BE COMING DOWN TO BRING YOU A CAKE. I WAS SORRY TO SEE YOU SO LOW AS I DROPPED BY LAST WEEK I CAUGHT UP WITH THE DADA AND HAD A DRINK WITH HIM AT THE BULL. THE BEER WAS SO GOOD, THAT I WENT BACK AGAIN THAT SAME NIGHT WITH KYM- SO SHE COULD TRY IT HERSELF. THE NEXT DAY WE DROVE DOWN TO BARRY ISLAND. I REMEMBER THE MANY HAPPY DAYS WE HAD THERE. ONE OF THE EARLIEST WAS WHEN YOU AND I WENT ON THE TRAIN. I CAN’T REMEMBER WHEN THAT WAS BUT I REMEMBER THE WEATHER DIDN’T LOOK THAT PROMISING. BUT YOU WERE ALWAYS OPTIMISTIC AND KEPT LOOKING FOR LITTLE GAPS IN THE CLOUDS WHERE THE BLUE WAS SHOPPING THROUGH. YOU SAID HOW THE WHOLE SKY WOULD SOON BE BLUE.AND BY THE TIME WE GOT THERE THE SKY WAS CLEAR AND WE HAD LOTS OF FUN ON THE BEACH. AFTER TEA YOU WENT TO THE TELE-BINGO ON THAT FUNNY CEMENT SHELTER THEY HAVE THERE.

ITS STILL THERE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.ALONG WITH THE LITTLE BINGO STALL- NOTHING CHANGES. WHILE YOU WERE STILL ILL IN HOSPITAL. GOING THERE AGAIN REMINDED ME HOW MANY HAPPY MEMORIES I HAVE. ITS GOING TO TAKE A LONG TIME TO USE THEM ALL UP IN MY BOOKS AND STORIES – THERE ARE LOTS OF THEM NOW. ONE DAY I WILL WRITE THEM ALL DOWN. YOU KNOW I’M NOT VERY GOOD AT SAYING THINGS OUT LOAD – BUT I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW ABOUT THE LOVELY AFTERNOON WE HAD THINKING OF YOU. LOVE YOUR SON CHRIS.

JOAN READ THIS ABOVE THOUGHTS OF CHRIS. SADLY THE BIRTHDAY NEVER CAME JOAN DIED ON THE 13TH OCTOBER. THE 15TH AND THE EIGHTY FIRST BIRTHDAY. ROBBED IN HER LIFE AND CHEATED OF HER £100 POUNDS THE YEAR BEFORE WHAT DEVIL EXIST OUTSIDE HELL.

Mam and Roy at Barry Island