Birthplace And Never Forgotten When Asked

I was born in Dysart to a mining family of 5 brothers, me being in the middle. My mum watched over us all and used to take us walks by the man in the rock along to Wemyss and back via the castle estate. Sometimes we came back through the Boreland woods, stopping at the chipper at the old railway crossing. My dad and all my brothers worked in the Dubbiwe and were very proud of the fact. Our friend's dad drove the little train that delivered the coal from the pit to the yards. I can remember them building the railway bridge at Bellfield Crescent, during this time we had to get ushered across the railway lines to school. Bellfield Crescent itself was like a little mining village on its own. Nearly all the dads were in the pit. My mum and the other mums used to round up the kids and take us down Ravenscraig and back along the Sailors Walk and to the swing park at the nunnery. Oh I could reminisce for ages, so many good times, down at the harbour, swimming at Pathead beach, going up to Bobby Hays to feed the donkeys, watching the miners play pitch and toss up the Boreland Woods. And finally going to the ice hockey when Fife Flyers were one of the best. Even the local butcher played for them and had his shop on Dysary High Street, MrSmith. Lets keep Dysart alive, as when I do come down from Aberdeen I always pay homage with a walk through the park harbour cave, shortcut up Pan Ha and over the railway bridge. Proud to be a born and bred Dysartonian.
Sandy