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Cromarty Born And Bred
I grew up in Cromarty through the late 1980s, the 1990s, and up until the mid 2000s. While it has changed a lot in that time, it's always been fun, interesting, and a close community. This can be seen with New Year dashes in the North Sea, summer raft races, and cheering on Cromarty FC. Everyone always seem to think Cromarty is a small village in the north of Scotland, but it's actually a historical town, full of secrets to explore. For tourists, it's very much worth checking out all the different 'things to do in Cromarty' on http://whatstodo.in/cromarty/tourist-attractions-in-cromarty.
INVERNESS
Thoughts of Inverness come flooding back when I remember my time off work at the Glen Affirc Hydro Electric Project in 1949-1950. My two friends from work Bill Collins and Andy Anderson and I would climb into my Morris 8 roadster and head for the 'big city' for a night out. We'd enjoy a lovely venison dinner and a few drinks at a good hotel. Then later on we'd go to the Caledonian Ballroom to their saturday night dances. The young ladies were lovely and we never ran short of dance partners.
This was a wonderful ballroom. It had a sprung floor, making it easier to dance on and less tiring for the dancers as the night wore on. There were two orchestras, one played Old Time Scottish Music the other Modern Dance Music. Each would play a set for about fifteen minutes and then the other would take over. We always had a great time here and then we'd head back to camp at Cannich in my little... Read more
Grandmother Lived at Balnain House
My grandmother was widowed in 1920, her husband having stayed in the Army to tend the graves in France where he succumbed to influenza. Grandmother was left to bring up 6 children on her own with little money. She was given a brand new council house (Dunain Road I think) but could not afford the rent and had to move into a 2 room flat in Balnain House. How on earth she managed I will never know - there was one toilet for 4 families.
It was great to see the old house being renovated but an absolute disgrace that it is no longer a music venue but offices for SNH - most of the rooms are unoccupied meaning it will once again fall into disrepair.
Family
My name is Philip Beach- my Grandmother hails from Inverness. Her maiden name was Isabel Martin, born about 1890, her sister's name (married) was Euphemia Archibald who lived to be 101 in my hometown of Rochester, NY USA. Isabel married Powlus (or Paulus) Beach, and moved to Nova Scotia, Canada in the mid 19 teens. They had 6 children- 5 girls and a boy, my father Charles Osker Beach. I currently live in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and I am 50 years old. Does anyone have a memory of my family?
I Received A ''Royal Humane Society Award For Bravery'' For This...
I lived in Barbaraville (Alder Cottage) from roughly 1982-1987 with my parents before I moved away to work.
I loved this village and had many, many memories but one which is a big achievement for me was when ...
Two young guys from the village had made a 'homemade' raft and ventured out into the shallows of the bay but as any of you familiar with the bay will know there is a tremendously strong current during the change of tides.
Unfortunately due to these currents dragging them out towards the souters (tide going out) and the fact they were sinking!! the alarm was raised in the village. A teacher from Tain Royal Academy (who lived 3 or 4 houses down) arrived banging at the door, I since 12 have had my own boat hence arriving at my door considering I was 15 years old at this time.
The two of us waded out to reach my boat and made our way out to drag these two guys... Read more
Barbaraville..... My Childhood Home
I was born and brought up in Barbaraville, spending the first 27 years of my life there before moving to Culloden, near Inverness.
I will always remember it as an idyllic little place to grow up as a child. Many a happy hour was spent excavating the little sandbank just down from Sutor View in search of 'buried treasure' and fishing for sticklebacks in the burn at Delny.
I remember well the Jackdaw Hotel (a wild place!) with its own real live Jackdaw in a cage by the reception desk. The hotel is no more as it is now Mull Hall Residential Home where my 100 year old granny, Mabel, now lives.
I went to school at nearby Kilmuir Easter Primary which closed when I was in Primary 6 - it is now a furniture workshop and store. The late Miss Pirie was the formidable headmistress back then ... a brilliant teacher who drummed the importance of respect and decency into us ... I... Read more
Youthful Memories
Born In Nairn, now living In New Zealand. Memories include: the putting green, picking rasps and brambles in the Links bushes, hot orange at Morganti's after Bible Class on a Sunday night, the wishing well in the "big valley" at the links, the rope swing in the "small valley" at the links, swinging on the old bridges up the river, playing and catching starfish at the rocks on the beach, jumping of the groynes, sitting on the pier watching the porpoise, wonderful days at my grandfather's farm - Tomanrroch at Glenferness, vanilla tablet from McColls, merungues and butteries from Fletchers and Ashers, Saturday afternoons at the Playhouse and the Regal, Friday night dances at the Public Hall, fish and chips from Berties shop on Harbour Street, catching tadpoles and bannies by the old stone bridge up the river by the cemetery the day one of Wordies horeses fell and was killed in the river by Fletchers bakehouse, Geordie Patience, and old lady who used to wait for the Cawdor Bus... Read more
