Scotland Street was the cleanest, nicest street in town. There was never any litter on the road and it was full of characters.

It was a lovely community where everyone helped everyone else and shared what little they had. There was never any need to lock your door.

The houses in River Terrace, where I was born, were one up, one down. We moved into Scotland Street where the houses were two up, two down with an outhouse. My father made the outhouse into a bedroom when I got older.

When the time came later for us all to be re-housed again, my parents, my husband, my son Ken and I, along with many other residents, moved to the new housing estate called Cae Person. Before we could move in we had to have all our belongings fumigated!

But I will never forget the happy times we spent in Scot.

Mrs Shani Lovell used to push her truck around the street on a Tuesday selling cockles by the pint and Margaret Pritchard 'Fish' came round on a Thursday selling fish.

An Italian organgrinder used to come with his little monkey. We kids used to feed the monkey with nuts which we bought from Mrs Berry who had a shop in the street. The nuts would cost a ha'penny.

George Bach from Watling Street would come to sell newspapers. Rolant Bach sold fruit, as did Mr Newton.

At the top of nearby Chapel Street was Capel Coch, where we used to go to sing. Iorweth and Oliver Parry's grandfather used to train us and we would enter singing competitions.

I remember us going to a competition in Bala, but as we were poor we did not have smart clothes. Margaret Pritchard 'Fish' told our mothers to go to London House to buy blue and white gingham dresses with a white collar and a belt and she paid for them all. We won second prize in the competition and we were all so proud and looked very smart.

Mr David Thomas the solicitor and Mr Rogers Jones would walk down Scotland Street on their way to work and would always speak to the ladies standing in their doorways; they would ask how the children were and were they at school. They were very nice people.

There was a millionaire living in the Victoria Hotel who had a chauffeur to take him and his good lady out in the Rolls Royce. Every other Tuesday he would come to Scotland Street calling; 'Mr Pilkington's here!'

All the second hand clothes he had bought from Mrs Joyce, who ran a clothing stall, would be put in a pile. He would shout 'Come along Scotland Street, come and help yourself' He bought all that stuff to give away. On the next Tuesday he would go to Watling Street.

On bonfire night we would have a couple of sparklers and on New Year's Eve we would collect Calennig. We used to stand outside Dr Hugh's house in a line up to Capel Seion and he would open the door and give us all a new penny each. We had an apple off Mrs Berry too.

At Christmas I would go with my friends Lily and Emma to town to see the shops with the windows all trimmed. Annie Harrison always had trimmings up in the window and all the nice things laid out. We would point to each of the things we would like to buy.

This is an edited extract from the book Heol Scotland Street, published on behalf of the Llanrwst History Society.

Memories of another Llanrwst family.