I moved to Pennar, with my family, from Water Street, Pembroke Dock, where we had been living in a large flat above Silcox car showrooms, when I was five-years-old. This was a move to a brand new home in a new council estate in Pennar. Our house had three bedrooms, a kitchen, scullery, sitting room, a bathroom with hot and cold running water and electricity throughout. This was a luxury in the 1940s!

Our family consisted of Mam, Dad and children; Betty, the eldest, Fred, myself (Margaret) and Dilys. Because of the difference in ages, Betty and Fred did different things from Dilys and me. We two went everywhere together, were dressed the same and whatever one of us had, so had the other.

Dad worked for R. S. Hayes in the Dockyard. He used to pick up the workers to take them to work and drove them home at night to wherever they lived in Pembrokeshire. He also drove to Port Talbot to pick up parts for the shipbuilding etc.

He bought himself a car, which was about the only one in Pennar at the time. One day someone came up to him and asked if he would be willing to drive his wife into Riverside Hospital if she needed to get there in a hurry when she was about to give birth. He said, 'Yes' and decided to start a taxi service.

Two of his friends, one a fireman and the other a Dockyard policeman, worked shifts, so they would drive the taxi when Dad was working and he would drive it when he was not working. It became his life!

Another of Dad's friends was Jeff Lewis. He was a farmer and I remember him delivering milk around Pennar with his horse and cart. The cart was loaded with big churns of milk and when he called we would bring our milk jugs out to be filled from the churns.

Coal was also delivered once a week and the coalman would carry a sack of coal on his back and empty it into the coal bunker.

As children we laughed at Grandma trying to use an electric iron, because she had always used a flat iron which was heated up on top of the fire. When we had a telephone we also laughed at her holding the phone the wrong way round. Children don't change!

We got to know our neighbours in Cheriton Road very well. There were some older couples, but lots of younger families whose children became our best friends. We would play in the street, games like L-O-N-D-O-N - 'London' and skipping and Hopscotch. The older children, especially the boys, would roller-skate down Cheriton Road or race down on their home-made trolleys of pram wheels and a plank of wood steered by an attached piece of rope.

The beach was out of bounds because it was dangerous. One day when Dilys and I told Mam that we had been down there, we just managed to dodge a slap on the back of the legs by running fast past her at the garden gate!

We were allowed to play on the swings and rocking horse in the park and to go over to the Green. Sometimes we would go for a picnic, which was a bottle of water and jam sandwiches. We were happy with that, because our parents did not have much money and some food was still rationed after the war.

In 1953, to celebrate the Queen's coronation, we had a big party in Bentlass Terrace with all the families from the council houses, which included Greenhill Road, Cheriton Road, Ferry Road and Bentlass Terrace. The parents made the food and the children dressed up in fancy costumes. We had a little parade, followed by everybody getting together on a mound on the Green to have a photograph taken.

Those were happy days when everyone knew each other and were all friends. The busy world we live in now is quite different.

I loved that house and I would love to look inside it to see how it has changed. I pass it every day. When I was 11-years-old we moved to Nelson Street and for the past 10 years I have lived in Bentlass Terrace just around the corner from our old home. I'm a Pennar girl!