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A Farm Worker's Daughter in Dunsyre
Dunsyre was my first school, there were only 7 children in the whole school, myself and my two brothers all went there. I loved my teacher, she showed me great kindness, her name was Miss Low, I will never forget her. We lived at Westhall Cottages about a mile or so away. My dad worked at Westhall Farm, Mr Green was his name. We were very, very poor. I remember we had no electricity in the house. Mum used Tillie lamps, well that's what she called them, and candles, but my memories are so happy as a child. My son-in-law took me back there a few months ago and the cottage looked lovely, it has been made into one house and the school looked just the same. I wanted to see the old church that still stands there but could not get in. I would love to know its history. I will go back one day. Anyway I just thought I would write this, if anyone remembers us I would... Read more
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.
Where I Was Born.
I was born at home, home being 4 Pentland Crescent, Rosewell. The date was 17/05/1961. We always had a cat or a dog, or both. My dad had an aviary in the back garden, oh and we also had rabbits. It was a lovely old house but we moved to Poltonhall when I was eight. My best memories were of the lovely gala days in the park. And my dad used to look after Father O'Conell's animals and he took me with him. My sister Barbara did a charity run with Jimmy Saville and I got to meet him. My grandad was a signalman at Rosewell station, but I never met my grandparents as they both died before I was born. I have never been able to find a photograph of the station when it was running, so if anyone spots one can you let me know. Thaks for your time. Marion.
Jimmy Saville OBE RIP
I remember very well the sponsored walk which started from Rosewell in the mid 1960s. It was to raise funds to help a young sick girl and we all had to pray to Margaret Sinclair. Jimmy's mother was there. I went to St David's Academy in Dalkeith and I recall very vividly the day I witnessed a bus employee from the bus station opposite being injured in a crash at the park gates. This was possibly in 1968. From Sandra Burnett
Growing up Near Temple
I remember Temple school. The Knights Templar play. Christmas plays. The youth club on Friday evenings. Friday I'm in love. I was. The glen. Scottish country dancing. The human skull in Anna's cellar. Diving off the waterfall. Baking and Christmas parties at the Dunlop's. The quilt. The Fete and fancy dress. Exploring in the woods. Getting lost in the woods. The conker tree. Bonfires on Guy Fawkes night. Candlelit carols, mulled wine and mincemeat pies and playfights with the boys. The Celidh. Dens. Camping and campfires. The boys. The girls. The hall. The boys and girls. Our group. The phonebox. The SLOW sign. The midges in Summer and the freezing winters. Getting snowed in. Sledging at shilling hill. These are just a few of many memories. I loved Temple.
Wilson of Braidwood
My brother and I were packed off to Scotland from London each summer to visit our ancestral homeland, whence we would visit our Aunt Daisy and Uncle Adam at their place next to the old Braidwood school near the bottom of the village. This was always a real treat. The wonderful garden that sloped steeply down to the stream at the back of the house. The grape vine and its delicious tasting grapes from the greenhouse. The curling stones sat, redundant. Aunt Daisy's delicious teas. The walks she would take us on, to the Tower of Halbar, the old coal mine etc. Daisy was the only sister of my grandfather Robert, who was one of four brothers and who originally lived in a house opposite, in lower Braidwood overlooking the Clyde valley and Tinto Hill in the distance. Wonderfull memories!
Keith Wilson, 2008.
MY OLD HOME, STONEBYRES SMALLHOLDINGS
Hi there to everyone who reads this, it might jog your memory some, only I don't really think there are many of the old gang left now from Stonebyres estate. To jog your memory I will mention a few names from there, ok, here are some of my old friends, hope you see this and put a reply in to veryfy my letter. OK here goes: Billy, Adam, and Jean Whiteman, James and Alex Paisly, Billy and Murdo Stewart, Jack Kirk, Isaac Gray, Helen, Agnes, and Alice Miller, Tom and Anne Paisly, to mention a few of the young ones from those days. My own family was Tom, Netty, Jim, May, Gorge and myself, known as Alistair but my real name is alexander Hannah, as was my dad's name. We lived at 12 Stonebyres, also known as Deer Park as it was the deer park in the glory days of Stonebyres House which was still standing as a ruin when we went there in I think 1936 or 37,... Read more
