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A Funny Year-For me
As a young man from the south of France, I got a job as French assistant at QVS. I was a bit hippyish and far from notions like order, authority etc. (and uniforms). To my deep surprise, I landed in QVS, with a bedroom at the top of the school. I was asked to wear "proper suit and tie"' but I had neither in my case, or even at home...so the first few months were a bit awkward. Gradually, tensions were calmed, and I had good contact with the staff, and the boys (and the nurse-very nice person). The French teacher was great. A great experience for me. Cheers to all. Bob.
Cricket Team
I am actually posting this for my son Dean. We live in Los Angeles and were moving homes when I came across these pictures. Dean lives in Scotland.
The boys according to the back of the photo are, left to right:
top: Dean Brady, Christopher Barratt, Ewan Stevenson, Jamie Clark, Benjamin Hayes, Steven McLure, Giles Lawson Johnson: Lower; Matthew Lyle, Angus Thompson, Iain Thompson, Richard Fawcus, Robbie Clyde, Haider Alnijan, Angus Harper.
A Blessing
My grandparents lived in Wilkieston, my grandfather was a blinded Serviceman. They enjoyed a happy life in the village. I spent every weekend and summer holiday there and it remains in my heart. From the milkman to the Post Office, the church to Maggie Morgan's eggs, I do cherish those memories.
Childhood
I was the son of the cobbler at the Klondyke pit. All the kids at that time played in the streets or went up to the pit head baths for a shower, this was because there were no baths or showers in the miners' houses. Everybody in the village at that time knew all the kids and all the kids knew the adults. I used to go across the bridge which crossed the main road so that I could see my dad mend the miners' tackety boots. The houses were small affairs, a bedroom and a living room, the coal cellars were all outside, in my dad's case it was down the stairs. I see the school seems to be the same, alas the village is no more than a housing scheme now.
The Klondyke 1952 - 1954
I lived in Bingham at this time and left school on the Friday and started work on the tables on the Monday day shift 6 - 2, after about a week I moved up to the bashing on as it was called on the tumblers, there I met a man (I say man because I was just a 15 year old kid), called Sporter who took me under his wing so to speak, then it was on to the Snibbling where we had a very happy time trying to be the best at this. I progressed to Underground training out at the Lady Victoria, this during 1952 - 1953. On completion of the training I was allowed underground, my first job there was with an old man, he must have been old because one day he asked my name and when I said Joe he said no, not your first name, your surname, so I said Gibson, he then asked for my mother's maiden name so I told him Scott,... Read more
Personal Memories of A Child
I was born in 1942 and by the time I was five years old I has a brother and two sisters. My mum and dad used to send me up to Longriggend for weekends and holidays, probably because my mum was so busy with the other three and anyway I loved going to Longriggend to the house where my father was born. My grangmother lived at No 90 Main Street (the house is still there) and I spent many long happy holidays in that house. I particularly remember the hard winter of 1947 when I was up at my grandmother's for a weekend and got snowed in. I don't know how long I was there but the bulldozers came every night to clear the roads. I remember my Great-Uncle John telling me that the snow was up to the height of the telegraph poles all the way down telegraph road that led to Eastfield and Caldercruix. He was my dad's uncle and was the only person I knew who owned... Read more
The Burning Bing
I was born in Drongan in Ayrshire, but every holiday we had we came to stay with my Gran and Papa, Ruby and Hugh Meudell. We were always so excited to be going"home." When we got out of Kirky on the bus we were glued to the windows looking for the burning bing, just outside the village. We knew as soon as we seen it we would be putting on our jackets to get off the bus, and our great holiday adventures would be starting. We would all run up the steps from the bus stop to our Gran's house in Meadowside Road and fight to see who could get in the door first and pet the cat, Trixie, who was a beautiful wee tortoiseshell cat. It was then a quick hello to our beloved, long suffering Gran and Papa and then further on up the road we would run to see our Uncle Angus and Aunt Nan and our cousins "The Meudells." We would always go first to... Read more
