In a previous blog on another blog site, I told of a meeting my eldest son and I had with the headmaster of a possible secondary school.

We sat down in the headmasters office, we introduced ourselves. He asked Richard a few questions, then he asked me what school did I go to. Now thinking that this may have some relevance to Richard and his education, I answered. The next question was "where are you from?" I answered Banwen, the unofficial name of the village I grew up in.

He then said, I know your face, What part of Banwen? I said Moorlands. To which he replied, Not actually "Banwen" then but "Dyffryn Cellwen"! yes, ok then if it makes that much difference?

I said that he had never taught me.

He then said your Janice's daughter. I said close but not quite, Janice is my auntie. When he said who he was, I could then see his family resemblance, both his father and mother . My Grandmother and his mother were good friends, and I spent a great deal of time in his mothers house from the time I was in nappies!!!


How strange it is that we can see our family in our features so obviously sometimes.