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Memories of Dull
The Birks Cinema
I can't believe nobody has posted a memory from Aberfeldy. I'm over in Victoria, BC now but who can forget during the war, the stern Mrs. Walker and her husband "policing," the Birks Cinema on a Saturday night when all we "country folk," invaded Aberfeldy. I can still see her at the interval with an ice cream tray strapped around her waist standing under the screen. She was one tough lady, and ran the theater with a firm hand. I see online they are trying to revive the old picture house. I wish them well.
Oh one more memory: we were evacuated to Loch Tayside during the war from Glasgow and my younger brother Iain was born at the Cottage Hospital there. I nearly forgot, when I was five, I attended Breadalbane Academy and remember falling madly in love with a blonde wee lassie, Fiona Gowens, whose parents owned the Palace Hotel. She and I were five and played the Triangle together in music... Read more
Dougie And Agnes Campbell, The Baker And Waitress at The Co-Op.
'Uncle' Dougie Campbell was the baker at the Co op in the square, and 'Aunt' Agnes was a waitress in the restuarant. My mum and dad, Neil and Etta Barr, my sister Ann and I spent many holidays and weekends up from Glasgow visiting with them. We would arrive and go straight down to the basement bakery to see Dougie. There was a strong smell of dough and flour was everywhere, and all over him in his white bakers outfit. He would be shoveling bread into the huge oven. At that time I think there was only him and another baker who baked for the whole village. He was a jolly 'santa' type figure and there was something very magical for me about visiting him at work. After saying hello we went up stairs to see Agnes in her black and white waitress uniform, and had afternoon tea. Agnes always had a twinkle in her eye, as though some mischief was about to happen that she would instigate but it... Read more
My mother who was called Betty Scott lived in Viewfield at Acharn looking after a gentleman called Robbie Campbell around 1937. She sadly has dementia now at 91. She lives in Newcastle upon Tyne. Mum was a nurse in Grangemouth and that was where she met and married my father Charles Randalls. Mum talks fondly about Robbie Campbell and Viewfield, Acharn. Robbie was a great character. Robbie was a cousin I believe of Christine Hunter Mckay who lived at Ochtertyre where she was a Foster Mother to Betty Scott. Robbie is buried at the cemetery at Kenmore - as is Auntie but there was no space for her name on the headstone. She died in 1941. Mum always wanted to work at the Breadalbane Hotel (Kenmore Hotel) but happily married well and eventually stayed there as a guest!! Joyce Rawlings
WW2: Fearnan...a Refuge in The Storm
A hush lies over Fearnan now except for the songbirds. No cockerels greet the morning. The once abundant fields are barren; many of the cottages are used only for vacations and are shuttered in winter. The 100 year-old Stewart family dynasty at Tigh-an-Loan hotel has ended and the village shop, no longer profitable, is closing its doors. The school and playground lie deserted, and the children’s laughter —and tears— has faded into the mists of time.
Although my physical relationship with Fearnan ended long ago, the close spiritual bond has lasted a lifetime. This historic highland village not only provided a refuge during those stormy years, it invoked a sense of mystery, and yielded a kaleidoscope of vivid memories: Even today it is not difficult to visualize the village life as it was then, and when I close my eyes, just for a moment I believe I can see the white- capped waves on the loch and hear the children’s voices carried on the wind as... Read more
Fearnan...refuge in The Storm
For my memories of Fearnan please read: Fearnan...refuge in the storm at: the Glasgow Guide Boards: http://discuss.glasgowguide.co.uk/index.php
Foss Summer Holidays 1970s
My name is Iain McNab, my family and I enjoyed lovely summer holidays at my grandfather's (John Rollo) house the old manse at Foss. I know that there was a tragic accident that befell the young boy that lived there before my grandfather and used to feel that the boy was still in the house watching my self and my sister. I never felt scared, just aware of something, nobody else felt it. It didn't spoil the holidays, I just loved the place, plenty of room to run around . Happy days.
Where my Old Folks Settled
My people were tinkers of the road. Power, Riley, Macarthur, O'Connor, Macallister and a few I have no knowledge of. Generations had mended tin, woven baskets, bunched broom and heather, one to sweep the floor the other to scour pots. In 1847 some left Ireland during the famine, with a vast knowledge of forestry and horses. They met and married with Perthshire and Argyllshire tinkers. Black Spout woods (Edradour) in Pitlochry offered everything they needed to winter settle - a steady supply of fresh water from the burn, firewood for cooking and warmth but most important this place was no man's land. There were no neighbours. The sanctified earth of this wooded area was a blessed Pictish burial ground. Tinkers all over Ireland and Scotland returned annually from their summer wandering to places like this; Weem near Aberfeldy, Fortingall, Dull, Fearnam, Comrie, Muthill and Crieff were a few spots where no hand to touch them. So it was no surprise that my lineage gathered at the Black Spout which... Read more