Abergele Martyrs

Patriots sang the anthem at the ancient burial chamber of our forefathers in Pentre Ifan.

Whilst silences were observed in many other areas of the land including Bow St near Aber

Patriot Owain Williams remembered them at Gwynnus a place linked to Llywelyn Fawr near Nefyn.

Simple Floral tributes were placed on the Martyrs Graves in Abergele. 

The service at the “Martyr  stone” Moel Fammau

After a brief introduction the Roll of Honour of dead patriots was read out.

Followed by Harri web’s poem Thoughts in an area of outstanding natural beauty

You haven’t lived they said to me,

Until you’ve seen our hills, our sea,

Our mountains strong from age to age,

Our fortresses and our heritage,

So, dutifully here I stand

To view the splendours of our land,

The castled crag, the fabled shore,

So now I’ve lived, and I’d say more;

Until you’ve known this shame, this stress,

This beauty that is meaningless,

That’s bought and sold on every side,

You haven’t lived-you haven’t died.

(from A Crown for Branwen Gwasg Gomer , Llandysul Dyfed + all good stockists)

We then planted two geraniums (recommended to live near the forest) one either side of the stone.

Wedyn un o Limrigau  Dewi Prysor

Mae Cymru’n cael ei choloneiddio,

Ond faint ohonom sy’n hidio

Bod hen gymunedau

A iaith ein cyndadau

Yn marw wrth I ni ildio?

(from “Limrigau Prysor” Carreg Gwalch Cyf Ysgubor Plas, Llwyndyrys, Pwllheli, Gwynedd , http://www.carreg-gwalch.co.uk/ + all good stockists)

Finally to illustrate the magnitude of the occasion a passage from Roy Clews book “To dream of freedom”

At the Castle Hotel in the small North Wales seaside town of Abergele, some 40 miles from Caernarfon two men, Alwyn Jones aged 22, and George Taylor, 37, were playing darts during the evening of the 30^th. Both married with young children, they worked for the Abergele Urban Council and were well known and popular figures in the area. They were also members of a cell of the Mudiad Amddiffyn Cymru……

At 10.40 p.m. George Taylor left the premises, and a little later with a parting joke to the landlady of the Castle, Alwyn Jones followed him. Just before midnight they were together in a passageway which led between Government offices off Market streetAbergele. As they set up the gelignite bomb they had brought with them it exploded. Alwyn Jones was blown forty yards, George Taylor died in the passageway. Both Corpses were a bloodily mutilated, unrecognisable wreckage of bone and tissue. The MAC had suffered its first casualties.

(By Y Lolfa Cyf Talybont, Ceredigion, http://www.ylolfa.com/+all good stockists)

A minutes silence was observed after this reading then we sang the national anthem.

Note- whilst the Authors and printers have been credited for their work they have not yet given permission for these works to be displayed. I am sure they would be pleased to have thair work attributed to such men.