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Kinross-shire memories
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.
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
Boyhood in Broomieknowe, Lasswade
In 1953 my family moved from Edinburgh to live in Broomieknowe, Lasswade. I liked the large garden we had on this quiet street with pigeons cooing in the big Chestnut trees in the neighbours garden, and a big barn owl which nested in an old sycamore next door. My brothers and I like to excplore in the Esk Valley, walking along the old railway, or taking the path through the glen to Roslin and coming back on farm tracks and side roads. In winter we had a great sledge run from the Polton road down a steep bank, right turn between a stump and a log, left over another bank and stop before cowping into the smelly river Esk (The Esk was polluted by all the paper mills back then). I also remember going to watch men working at the coke furnaces beside the "gasometer". My brothers and I went to school in Edinburgh, so we had to run down the Wee Brae to catch the bus, and... Read more
Years Gone By.
I was born at 22 Victoria Street, Harthill and went to Harthill Primary School. I lived with my mum, Mary Carson, and grannie and grandad Margaret and Jimmy Carson until we left for England about 1954-55. I remember going on walks up to Balbakie Bing, and over to Pedens Stone. I remember playing in the burn with my cousins James and Campbell Carson and also my other cousin, Maralyn Cox. I remember going to the sweet shop half way up the street, and going to the shows with my mum to the park at the back of the houses in Victoria Street. I remember going to see friends of hers who lived in Albert Street across the back somewhere. I also remember going down the main street to the Co-operative with my grannie, and across the main road to the swing park. If anyone has any old photos of Harthill I would love to see them, especially any of Harthill Gala Day, as I remember being on a float and... Read more
