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Rhydfelen Reunited - Help Find a Pupil via Aberdare Blog December 10th, 2008 at 12:59

image Can you help find RYAN SMART a former pupil at Ysgol Rhydfelen school between 1982-1987 ? Ryan is now approximately 37 years old. Ryan was a pupil at HEOL-Y-CELYN primary school. Ryan started Ysgol Rhydfelen school in September 1982. He started in 1 Owain Form Registration group. He left Rhydfelen at the end of the fifth form in July 1987. In the photograph - Ryan Smart - taken in Year 1 of school during 1983. If you can help track down Ryan, please email rhydfelen@clywch.co.uk or use this form here....

Exhuming the Body of a Child via Aberdare Blog October 17th, 2008 at 16:16

image I am not an actor so I can not stand upon a stage and act the story of my child at Rhydfelen. I can not use song or dance to convey my school experiences using my body. I can but try to ‘write it out’ and be true to myself as a child who attended Rhydfelen school. As part of the process of ‘digging up’ the past in preparation for the Clywch legal case, I have had to burrow deep down. Read the Story by a School......

Recovery Manual for Rhydfelen via Aberdare Blog October 14th, 2008 at 22:28

image There is no ‘Recovery Manual for Rhydfelen’ to help former pupils who were victimised at the school. We patiently piece together the truth of our own personal histories. We write our own recovery manuals, each and every one of us in our own quiet way. I am not a tourist flitting from classroom to classroom, job to job, relationship to relationship, pill to pill, glass to glass. It has been four years since the publication of the Clywch Report. Click Here to Read the Full Article......

If Only I knew yesterday what I know today… via Aberdare Blog October 11th, 2008 at 01:53

image If Only I knew yesterday what I know today... This evening I came back to Aberdare Coliseum to see Frank Vickery’s Erogeneous Zones for a second time this week. I saw it from a different angle. This new perspective was nothing to do with the change of seating. More the fact I was alone. “Alone” save a few hundred other theatregoers and my feelings for company. This feeling of joyful alienation. This feeling of enchantment. This feeling of escape. This feeling of being mesmerised listening to the rhythms of Frank’s writing. This feeling of being delighted by split dialogue and conspiratorial narrative. This feeling of sadness. In a reverie in the play’s interval my thoughts dwelled on Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen. At Rhydfelen, the drama department was for many...