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Happy Memories
I was born in St Fergus in 1946 at 5 Links View. I went to school there for 2 years. My teacher's name was Miss Will. 5 Links View was my grannie's home. We lived at Kinloch Cottages that looked down over Newton. We moved from there to Kirton Cottages just along past the Kingie. Our neighbours there were the Stevens family. I was only 3 or 4 then but I can remember it quite well. We then moved to Lonmay where we lived at Blairmormond Farm Cottages where I went to Blackhills School and then on to Crimond School. I now live in a small village in Fife near Cupar.
Paddy Gray From Fetterangus AKA (Fishie)
My memories of St Combs: When I was a wee boy going out to visit my granny and granddad in Fishie, my granda Paddy used to take me out for a ice cream to the wee fish 'n chip shop in the middle of St Combs (OMG I can still taste the ice cream). Paddy my grandad took large trays of strawberries that we picked from his garden out to some of the shops in Peterhead and Fraserburgh and then St Combs for - yes, you guessed - a BIG tub of my favorite ice cream. The moral of the story is get out there and try the ice cream from the wee chippy and let your taste buds tell you how good it is. PS If anyone knows the recipe for the St Combs ice cream please send me an E-mail as I live in Perth, Australia and it's a wee bit far to go for my favourite ice cream. Cheers, Scott Gray, grandson of Paddy Gray.
Fab Times
I always remember our Mum and Dad taking my brother Jimmy and myself to St Combs, staying with Mrs Buchan and No 3. High Street. She was the nicest lady in the world, but deaf unfortunately. We would go for walks along the beach, then to the swing park. We would go to the wee cafe and play the juke box ('I Believe' by the Bachelors). Then at night off to the Fish and Chip shop for the most amazing buttery ice cream, we couldn't get enough! One year we were there, my Dad and a friend David Watt, even saved a wee boy from drowning..... We would travel to Fraserburgh to the Wimpy for a Knickerbocker Glory (they were pretty good too). Toffee apples at the fruit shop at the harbour as well. Yes! We did a lot of eating in those days....... Mrs Buchan's cooking was always the best though. Many Moons Ago....
When I Lived in Strichen
We came to Strichen from the Auchnagatt area in 1949 and I went to Strichen primary and secondary schools. It was real sad when the old school was knocked down. I stayed out at Newmill which was also Michies brewery and how it has changed too. There used to be just 3 houses on the road home but now they are all the way up the road plus more on the farm. My mam and dad moved into Strichen in 1967 and I married a local boy and we moved to Glenrothes in Fife. The village has a lot of history about it and we read about Lorna Moon coming from there but we never heard of her while we were at school. The druid circle out beside the ruins of Strichen house and the big conker tree are some of my memories. Mormond hill overlooks the village and the horse and the deer just finish it off.
THE WAR YEARS
We had been in Grantham in England prior to the outbreak of the Second World War. Mother and Father decided to go home to the 'Broch' believing it would be much safer for the family. The shuttle from Grantham to Peterborough was without incident, but joining the London-Aberdeen express we were crammed into carriages packed with soldiers as they were being re-distributed to many different places to defend the country from attack. War was inevitable and though the journey was on the 'Flying Scotsman' I was separated from my mother who had my sister on her knee, jammed in between two soldiers in a carriage made for eight people comfortably, now holding with those standing twelve, plus each having the red glow of a 'woodbine' between his lips. The atmosphere was blue from smoke, (thinking back) if we were to have died from borrowed smoke, we didn't stand a chance with those conditions. Only three years of age at the time having been brought up in a strict presbyterian religion,... Read more
Summer Holidays From 1949 Onwards
Despite its northerly location The Broch was the Summer Holiday destination for our family from my birth in 1949. My mother had been born there in Grattan Place where the Scottish side of the family had originated. They were called Summers and were deeply connected to the Fishing Industry with my Grandfather managing the George Walker business for many years.
Fraserburgh was such a change from where we lived in Buckinghamshire that the holidays were just different. I well remember the distinct smell of the harbour - the gut factory - the tarred nets on The Links. The beach was and still is quite superb with the weather somehow always being warm and sunny in July and August. At that time the distinct memory is of Irn Bru - Fish and Chips - Soft Ice Cream the like of which we do not alas see today.
We were particularly trainspotting fanatics then and now so it was quite a change to see LNER and LMS steam locos on passenger and... Read more
Home
I was born in Alexandra Terrace in 1960 but have lived in England since the early 1960s. I have only returned twice for family reasons since but still fondly remember the harbour, fish market and especially morning rolls. My father lived on Barrasgate Road and my mother on Finlayson Street.
