Doing a little more family history digging and taking a break from packing (we are moving!!!) and I found this resource… even though it is a mormon history one it has stories and pictures of my Ashton Family ( mother’s parents) that are lovely to have.
*below is pictured Edward Ashton born Aug 22, 1821 in Caersws, Montgomeryshire, Wales*
This excerpt is from my great great great great grandfather’s history ( i think lol)
“I arrived in Caersws at 7:10 p.m. and went direct through the streets to the Buck Hotel. I was particularly impressed with the simplicity and quiet of the place. The streets were desolate and from the chimney came the odor of pine smoke, reminding me that the villagers were cooking their evening meal. There is no coal near Caersws, so all of the fuel is wood, and its pleasant odor, as it burns fills the village.
I met the proprietess of the hotel, a Mrs. Hughes, granddaughter of Ceiriog Hughes, the Bobby Burns of Wales, and known as Wales most famous bard. She told me some interesting things about the village, but said that she could remember no Ashtons. She referred me to the most aged man in the community, Mr. Wilson, so after a dinner of pea soup, and curry, and rice, cooked in grand Welsh fashion, I wandered up the lane to see the old Gentleman. He was very gracious, and he and his aged wife invited me in to their home to have a chat with them. They were a typical Welsh couple, with genuine hospitality and sincerity. They invited me to have a bite of supper with them. They between nibbles, told me some of the interesting things about the village history. But they would not remember having known grandfather Ashton. They did have a recollection of a large “Mormon” campaign, when hundreds of the people of that part of the country had heeded the Gospel’s call, and had emigrated to make their homes in America.”
The scene from Caersws to Llangwnog was one of the most beautiful I have ever witnessed. Caersws is situated in the very middle of a natural ampitheatre. When Cwynog, who built the parish Church in 500, A.D. was selecting a spot for his place of worship he refused Caersws, which was then a Roman Camp, because it was too low-lying and was often flooded by the overflowing River Severn. Therefore he picked his site about four miles away, right at the very base of a perfectly round hill, completely covered with pines and oaks. It has since come to be known as Llanwnog, and has a population of about fifty people….
As I traversed the four miles around the edges of the hills my mind wandered and tried to imagine one or two hundred years back, I could see Grandfather Ashton walking over that same road, for it is old, going to the same school, for it too is old, and attending the Church, where his Grandfather had worshipped. I tried to put myself in their place, and as I looked over the clean wholesome country, away from the business and strife of the world, and saw the clean and prosperous homes in the valley below, and the sturdy healthy men, women and children busy about their morning tasks, I thanked God that he had given me an ancestry from such a selected and wholesome place.
Then as I rounded a bend, I saw in the distance the old Church of Llanwnog where my father’s had been married, baptized, and buried. It was a thrill and I tried to restrain myself from running.”by George S. Ashton ( a grandson of Edward Ashton describing his journey back to Wales in search of Family History)