Memories of the Brickyard tramp.
My grandmother died in about 1937 and my parents, brother and myself moved back to live in the Hathaway home in Dyfrig Road so that my mother could look after my grandfather.
There was always a "special cup" kept on the shelf in the back kitchen (you would call it the kitchenette today!). On a Saturday morning there would be a knock on the front door. It would be the tramp from the Brickyard coming for his cup of tea.
I hadn't remembered that his beard was black - he was covered with red dust from the Brickyard. However, I remember he was always very polite and appreciative of his cup of tea.
* Una McElveen Ely, Cardiff