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Ayrshire memories
Fishing at Craufurdland Lake.
I was born in Armour Street in Kilmarnock in 1959. Around 1963 we moved to Onthank. I went to Onthank School. My friend Bryce Herbert and I from about the age of 10 onwards used to go to Craufurdland Lake to fish for Perch and Pike. On Saturday mornings we would knock on the door of the castle in the picture. An upstairs window would open and we would shout up asking for permission to fish in the Lake. If "Mr Craufurdland" as we imagined he was called said yes, off we went. If no, we walked home again. The Lake was and is a magical place for me although now it is a trout fishery and all of the beautiful lilies and reeds are gone.
Hogmanay in Kilmarnock
Sometime in December of 1953 I was posted to Preswick Airport from London Airport, being a motor cycle Constable with what was then the Ministry of Civil Aviation Constabulary, for a tour of duty of one month, the police motor cycle, a 350cc Matchless was shipped from London by train.
It had been reported that cars were mistaking the single runway for the main road to Glasgow, however during my tour I didn't come across any such incident, although it was bloody cold riding a motor cycle eight hours a day.
But the fondest memories of that time I have are first-footing on new year's eve with three pretty Scottish girls in Kilmarnock, being a tall, dark, stranger I was pushed into various homes with a piece of bread in one hand and a piece of coal in the other, giving the promise of food and warmth for the year, all new to me being an Englishman.
As I seem to recall this lasted for two... Read more
Killie
My memories have a date range from 1958 to date. Although I was born in Irvine due to my mother needing urgent medical assistance I was brought up in a town that I grew to love and found easy to defend against anyone who barracked it.
I lived with my mother and father originally in Paxton Street which looked onto the bleechy (childrens' play area) which backed onto the cemetary of the St. Andrews Church.
Like my Dad, I went to nearby Bentink Primary School and during lunch time would go to my Gran's in Richardland Road which had a great view of the woollen mill and the comings and goings around that area.
In 1959 we moved to the new housing estate at Bellfield where I lived for 25 yrs.
Throughout my time in Killie I represented the town's local swimming club - like my mother, father and younger brother did. Like my younger brother I also played rugby for the rugby club and also... Read more
St Marys Catholic School
Hi, my name is Elizabeth McKibbin, my maiden name was Brannan. My father James Brannan was born in Knockentiber at number 21 Greenhill Terrace. My father married and moved to Mauchline where we stayed for 7 years. When my grandmother died in 1964 our family moved to Knockentiber to look after my grandfather, Peter Brannan. This is when I started going to St Marys school - it was a small school of only 28 pupils and two school teachers, a husband and wife Mr and Mrs Bennett. I started in primary 4 and there were four in my class, Ann Muir, Eamon Kelly, Robert Mckibbin and myself. The school closed soon after and we were relocated to Mount Carmel in Onthank. I have very happy memories of St Marys, albeit a short time there, but it was very special. We would to go across to the hill in the field across the road on sunny days and read, and we could go... Read more
Good Old Days at Symington Primary School
My name is Agnes Mawhinney, my fondness memory is going to the old primary school on Symington Road North with my brother Arthur. The class rooms were big with big high ceilings, the toilets were outside across the playground and you had to hold on till playtime to go to the toliet. Playtime was the best time because you were able to skip with your pals and the boys played tag. I remember when the nit nurse would come in to check our heads and the dreaded brown envelope we had to take home to our parents if we had any nits. The nurse also came into give us our jabs and I remember dreading my turn. On sports days we had potato spoon races on the playing field. One person I remember is a boy called Alan Love. Then we moved to the new primary school on Brewland Road in Symington. The scool was just built and in the spring the class planted bulbs in the garden. I made... Read more
Kilmaurs
My husband and I are Australians and went to Britain on a driving holiday in 2007. We stayed in some marvellous B&Bs but one that will always be memorable for us was at Anna Steel's farm 'Laigh Langmuir'. What a welcome we had - come in, make yourself at home, a fire is in the lounge. Tea or coffee?. Home made sponge, slice, pikelets with homemade jam and cream! She made everyone who stayed there (and it was packed to the rafters) very welcome. We stayed there for 3 nights. We travelled on the train to Glasgow one day - what a memorable journey that was! Scotland was playing Lithuania and the train was full of Scottish supporters, mostly decked out in their kilts and tam-o-shanters with red hair blazing! On our way back to the station, we met a few Scottish supporters in fine fettler, who told us that Scotland had won, which made... Read more
What Happend to Barassie ?
I remember my childhood, going to the chippy and playing on the beach, everyone was nice and happy. I still live in Barassie but now all I think of is how dull it has become with new buildings everywhere (some better than others ). My grandparents have lived in Troon/Barassie now for nearly 40 years and say things have never been the same, it has gone from bad to worse. It might seem as though I am going on a bit, there are however some good things that come out of Barassie. The chippy is very good with fresh fish and lovely chips. The beach is good for a family day out with many ice-cream vans about. I also remember meeting the person I love most here, he has lived here all his life too and he agrees that there is much to be done to better the place a bit.
