The missing Christmas Lunch
Gwyneth shares special memories of her childhood and the beauty of growing up in a close community.
"A small cottage - one in a row of ten built on the bank of the river Cynon - this is where we lived. We were like one big family in the row. Doors were never locked. Everyone trusted each other. There was nothing worth taking anyway.
Someone was always ready to help from birth to death.
Times were hard, money was short. But Mam - although she had little education - was a good economist and a great cook and we were well fed.
One Christmas in particular, I remember Mam saving what she could each week in a greengrocer shop to make sure there was plenty of fruit and veg for the big day.
On Christmas Eve, to keep everything cool it was packed away into two cupboards in the backyard.
Next morning, with Santa's stockings emptied, it was time to prepare the dinner. But when we got there, the cupboards were bare.
Nothing left, not even a cabbage leaf. We were so disapointed. No shops open and no more money anyway.
As soon as the neighbours found out what had happened, we had more food than we started with. They cared and shared and we had a nice meal after all.
The mystery of the lost veg was also solved - clues were discovered...
A few weeks later, we were sitting around the fire talking when there was a thump on the back door. Mam went to see and the next thing we heard was, "Oh! Mam annwyl!"
My brother jumped up ready to defend her, but what did he find... in the doorway, two big sheep, hoping perhaps for another Christmas dinner!
A lovely time and place. We had little and yet we had so much."