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Nicking Apples Half Way Down Brae
Oh yes, loads of times me and me mates went apple pinching in the orchard half way down Brae.
Glasgow Terrace
I am Jim Windram and I'm a Gelsgie Terrace Sparray frae Haymoothe. One could only be a sparrow from the terrace if you were born there, as I was in 1946. Chapel Terrace as it was officially known, was once owned by Peter Gibb, a fish curer for Glasgow.
Glesgie Terrace was off Chapel Street, where Salt Greens nursing home is now, and I reached it by going up the side of Giacopazzis. Brick built, it was 3 stories high, with a set of enclosed stairs at each end.. Railed gangways ran along the front of all the houses, with a dividing rail in the middle, which everyone used to climb over. There were 6 houses on each floor, 3 to the left, and 3 to the right. At the top of the building was a large garret,( loft), where all the fishermen would mend their nets.
Behind the building were lines for washing, washed in water heated by open... Read more
Singing The Grace
When Davie Gibson was manager of the Haven, when all the guests were seated in the dining room, he would bang on the table and lead everyone in singing grace to the hymn 'Let us sing with gladsome mind, praise the Lord for he is kind.....'
Holidays in Coldingham
Until we emigrated to the U.S. in 1948, my family spent our summer holidays in Coldingham with Cha Crowe & family, also, Johnny Walker, known as Walker the Butcher whose son Ian still has his butcher shop in Eyemouth. They were the happiest of times. Carefree summers & lots of chasing rabbits & catching them to make rabbit pie from our Mum. Our Dad was a Company Officer in the Edinburgh Fire Brigade & had charge of the area workshops in the borders area. I always remember my brother & I going out in the fields looking for spent shell casings from fighter planes from overhead sorties during WWII & then chasing rabbits. Those memories have been all too vivid throughtout my life & to have shared those with our two son's & my wife on visits to Coldingham. I hope one day to bring our Grandson over & share those memories with him as well. Our Dad always would come down to Coldingham for a fortnight stay & without... Read more
RAF Base
I was born at the RAF base 2 Drone Hill where my father was based. I am now 54 years old and in July 2004 after losing my mother I came up to Coldingham to revisit the base, which to my surprise in now a caravan site, and the house that I was born in is still there. As you can imaging it was quite an emotional visit. The old Naffi is now the site clubhouse and there was a write-up of it being an RAF radar base, it closed in 1957 and I would be most grateful to anyone who can supply any old photos of how it used to be.
We stayed in Scoutscroft caravan park. All the areas we visited including Berwick, Eyemouth, St Abbs and a lot more were so beautiful and we hope to revisit in 2009. We found the people of Coldingham warm, friendly and helpful, even the local pubs were a joy to visit. A memory to treasure.
RAF Dronehill
I served at Dronehill in the RAFpolice dog branch after Hong Kong, I remember well the cold winter nights, also scorching up the road on my Norton International motor bike. It was actually a very good posting for myself, being a local lad, and I had the opportunity to visit home frequently. I have not met any other mates who served there. I visited last year, the guardroom I skived in on cold winter nights is still there, as area a few buildings and married quarters.
Happy Days
Born in Paxton in 1948, I have many happy memories as a child in the country. I never tired of messing about in the local rivers, the Whiteadder and the Tweed. Best described as messing about because at times I didn't catch very much. Prior to leaving the area to work on Tyneside I worked at week- ends and school holidays at Maxwell's saw mill - that was an education. My ties with Paxton were severed circa 1990 when my mother left to take up residence in Yeovil. On behalf of Macmillan I am making a pilgrimage by cycling from Paxton to Tynemouth in August. My route will take me over the "Chain Bridge" - fantastic!! I would appreciate hearing from anyone else who has memories of Paxton.
