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Kincardineshire memories
Times Long Gone
My memories of Rickarton go back to wonderful times spent with my great aunt and uncle at Roadside Cottage in Rickarton. Uncle Willie was the postie and aunt Bella managed the chickens and the bees. I remember walking to Murgie (A farm) to collect milk and tickling trout in the river. My family mostly come from Stonehaven (Carron Terrace) family name Clark. We are now spread all over the globe and I have not been down the Slug Road for 30 years but have such happy memories
SHEWAN , Banchory Ternan Parish
My genealogical journey has brought me to Banchory Ternan Parish of yesteryear ...
Two of my Shewan-surnamed folk were born there : William Shewan in 1883 , and one of his sisters Isabella Shewan , in about 1885.
Two of my New Zealand - born Shewan relatives made the nostalgic journey to Banchory just a few years back ie about 2006. There at the local library , they learned that lots of Shewans still live in the area ...
Balgranach
I believe my mother worked at Balgranach, Betty Robb, does anybody have any memories of her?
Muchalls
My sister and I lived at the other side of the Muchalls crossroads on the road to Cookney, a little way from the village. There we had an idylic childhood of sorts (though we were far from well-off). We had the freedom of the countryside that we would roam most of the summer days on our bikes and a whole wood to ourselves to walk and explore. Then on one night it all changed. We both witnessed being beneath a strange silent circular flying machine of unknown origin that hovered over our heads for a short while. On subsequent evenings similar machines (in two's and three's) would move over the landscape seemingly looking for something or observing the people. They would hover over most of the farms and houses for a few minutes each on a daily basis for years on end. This we would watch in fascination and almost had to pinch ourselves to make sure we weren't dreaming it up. It was some form of survey, but... Read more
Mecca
My paternal grandparents were one of the first families from Aberdeen to have a holiday home, called Mecca, in Newtonhill pre World War 1. I have a photo of my father in a wounded soldier's uniform sitting at a loaded table in Mecca after his discharge from hospital. The uniform, he told me, was a blue suit, a white shirt and a red tie. Alex Fraser, a well known local artist and etcher (one time Principal of Gray's School of Art), was a relative of our family and had a studio in Newtonhill which I recall visiting as a child. Newtonhill was a favourite holiday place for our family and I remember very well buying ginger beer and sugar mice from Mr Milton's bakery with our Saturday pennies. Geordie Taylor's was the grocer's shop where we got paraffin for the oil lamps and we carried the accumulator to, I think, Reid's garage, on the main Aberdeen - Stonehaven road, for a recharge so the more senior members of the family... Read more
My Sister's House
We used to have some great times at my sister's house in Auchenblae (Monboddo). Her name is Sandra Deans and her husband John and sons, Matthew, Oliver and Lewis all lived there for a few years and we used to go and stay for long weekends. I remember we were there when Princess Di's funeral was on tv all day, we all sat glued to the box watching it silently - it was very sad! There were horses kept in a paddock at the end of her road which I used to enjoy feeding. My nephew Oliver was convinced that there was a 'hat tree' growing in a field near the house because he lost a hat in the dark one night and someone had hung it up on the bush so we told him it was a hat tree and that lots more hats would follow! Funny at the time (and when I think about it now). Cheers, Colin
RAF Herscha Hill
I, along with two others at any one time, was posted to the RAF fixer station on Herscha Hill. We stayed with Miss Bella Scott at a house called Noranside, halfway up Kintore Street. I was there from 2 Feb 1954 to mid-November 1955. Played football in the Summer Football League where Bob Gauld (local blacksmith) refereed all the home matches. (We sometimes won.) The RAF lads were always made very welcome to join in anything that was going off in and around the village. The Den was a favourite, particularly the tennis courts. I remember that I won a small cup in the 1955 tournament. Sheila Welsh won the Ladies cup in the same year and believe it or not we won the mixed doubles as well. (Most of the other players were not quite up to our mediochre standard.) The badminton club, held on a Monday evening in the village hall was generally well attended. All in all I thoroughly enjoyed my stay in the village, particularly as... Read more
