Dysart in The 60s

I was brought up in Dysart, first in Howard Place then the High Street, where my mum and dad still live. I remember all the shops that were there in the 1960s when I was a little girl, the little wool shop where you could buy odd buttons etc, the 2 storey Co-op, the drapers, the butchers, the shop on the corner where I remember buying confetti for going to my cousin's wedding - all sadly gone now. It's amazing that a place so small had so much in it. I remember the town clock, and how notices were pinned to the door where the bellringer went, telling the Dysartonians of births, weddings and deaths. I have so many happy memories of playing at the harbour and down at the 'Granny Rock', my mum always knew where she could find me. Happy days indeed.