Digital Ark: St. Florence: pictures, memories and anecdotes

Noah's Ark was intended to protect animals from impending doom.

This web site is intended to protect (and share) pictures, memories and anecdotes about St. Florence from the doom of being forgotten.

This is work in progress I am not a web programmer, so forgive the style.
I do not want this to be about me, but about St. Florence. Consider contributing!

No, do NOT consider contributing. Do it!

If you prefer, rather than type up any ideas, jot them down on a piece of paper. Use biggish letters, even block-letters if you like.
Use a good black pen, or medium nib felt pen, a HB soft pencil, 8B is even better .
When you feel happy then photo them and send to me as a picture attached to a chat/message.
That way you can take your time and not be -bullied- by a computer prompt!

I am not a historian, not even at the hobby/amateur level. I am just a old man looking back on his life, that started in St. Florence in 1955, and on his childhood spent there.

I like to think that where I was born gives me a proud little boast.
I was born in the Ark. No, no not Noah's Ark, but a house in St. Florence, Pembrokeshire.
And not at around 2300 BCE, but 1955 CE.

In my childhood and youth (1955 till about 1970) St. Florence was a very small village .
Its population in the mid 1950's was about 300, but by 1970 it grew to about 500. Partially I think due to the oil refineries on the River Cleddau and the power station at Pembroke.

I enjoyed my childhood, I enjoyed St. Florence.

So I decided to write this document in honour of that happy childhood and the place where it happened.

That time when:

St. Florence had active farms within the village,
Flemish Close was a large field with a chestnut tree in the middle, Ridgeway View, Longstone et al did not exist.
the main shop, a green tin shack, had an electric light, had no water but did have a bucket of water for the shopkeeper to wash his hands in after handling the earth covered local potates,
the school taught children to write using chalk and a slate,
and when Mrs. Nunn (of blessed memory) cooked those wonderful school dinners especially the custard and stoggy/sweet puddings.

I do not want to include content about St. Florence after the mid 1970's. I leave that honour to somebody else!