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Fife memories
Kennoway Den
Hi, school holidays down the den consisted of endless hours playing comandoes and building the dam at the Ladies Brig, Eddie Thacker the Mackays, Tommy Johnstone, Gareth Bruce, Shug Torrance, Harry Caulder, Podge Allan, Frogy and Donald Fraser, and many more all joined in hauling shalogies (i.e cut turf the size of carpets to dam up the burn). As soon as we finished, along came the farmer and pulled it down, waste of time because it was built the next day. Anybody remember the swimming trunks that seemed to be made of wool and hung down to your knees when wet. No holidays to Spain or exotic places just seven weeks of fun. Good memories. Jeek!
Kennoway... It's Where I Grew Up.
There's a small collection of memories and information included in my web site at www.an-alien-affair.com
I reckon it's worth a visit as I've included several bits of info' that most people are quite unaware of. Then there's me, of course.
Kennoway is unique and steeped in history that goes back as far as the dawn of christianity, and much, much further. The evidence is in the Den and the surrounding fields.
I'm planning to write a novel based on my own life and experiences, a book that will revive lost memories for many and rekindle the feelings of a forgotten yesteryear. I've already got a title for it... which is, 'The Lampost At No61'. Watch this space.
Childhood
I have lots of memories from old Kennoway Primary and Halfields Secondary Schools from roughly 1956-62. and of old friends George Sneddon, Alan Patterson, Jimmy Hughes, Rab Robertson, Archie & Zander Friel, oops not forgetting Henry Mcliesh. I used to stay in Wellshot Road then Kingsdale Gardens. If anybody still not affected by the Senior Moments and like me just learning this new technolgy look me up on Facebook.
As A Child
My gran stayed in a wee cottage across from Kinears (the grocer), used to play rounders at auld beenie Aggie's front door. Play areas were the lintholes, the wells green, the mear, swam in the summer after building a dam at the bridge over the back burn. Other gran / grandad owned the ice cream shop on the corner at Windygates (bottom galles )...want to know more?
My Childhood
You caught newts in the reservoir, just off Greig Park....down at the trenches....apples and pears in the berries...an old garden down Haughmill Lane...who remembers the barrel bridge....and the tennis courts?
22 June 2010
My wife Mary Ross was born and bred in Milton of Balgonie. We got married in July 1970. It has allways been a very freindly place and still is, even with a lot of outsiders livving here. I came from West Lothian in the late 1950s with my parents for the pits, and to educate the Fifers, which I think we have done a no bad job (only kidding!).
Summer Holidays
My granny lived in a bungalow along the Kennoway road. Every summer during the fifties was spent there. Fond memories are of walking down to the cross roads to buy fresh morning rolls and the Beano or Dandy. Later we would buy icecream cones from one of the icecream parlours, I think there were three.
We used to walk along the railway line (not the main line) and catch trout in the burn. One of the highlights of our holiday was to go to the links fairs at St. Andrews and Kirkaldy. There was a bench next to granny's house and old men with bonnets would sit and chat, to this day I think one of them was grandpa Broon! I'm nearly sixty but these memories of Windygates are still with me.
