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Primary School
St Quivox had a primary school in the 1950s and while my family lived in farm cottages near Prestwick airport, my brother and I attended the school. The only two teachers were a married couple but I cannot remember their names. We had to move from the area when the cottages we lived in were being demolished because another runway was to be built for the airport. That said, it was a nice area to live and we often walked to the beach at Prestwick or Ayr. However, I do not have such happy memories of the school, for example at the Christmas party every child got a present except my brother and I merely because we had not been at the school long enough. My father was a farm worker and, as is well documented, such workers moved around the country on a regular basis but being left out at Christmas never happened at any of the other schools. I was at 11 primary schools during the years 5 and... Read more
What Happend to Barassie ?
I remember my childhood, going to the chippy and playing on the beach, everyone was nice and happy. I still live in Barassie but now all I think of is how dull it has become with new buildings everywhere (some better than others ). My grandparents have lived in Troon/Barassie now for nearly 40 years and say things have never been the same, it has gone from bad to worse. It might seem as though I am going on a bit, there are however some good things that come out of Barassie. The chippy is very good with fresh fish and lovely chips. The beach is good for a family day out with many ice-cream vans about. I also remember meeting the person I love most here, he has lived here all his life too and he agrees that there is much to be done to better the place a bit.
Smugglers Inn, Troon
Hi, I remember the Smugglers Inn on Portland Street when it was owned by Harry Scoffin, what a character, he had a large handlebar moustache like Jimmy Edwards. For those who can remember him, he came from Plockton, he had a tape of 'God Save the Queen' which he used to stick on and all the longhairs including me had to stand to attention or he said you were out the the door. Nobody tested him, he was a big bloke, but good natured all the same. The pub looked like a museum with guns and swords on the walls, they dont have atmospheres like that any more, all these restrictions nowadays. Happy memories. Bye for now, Colin
An American in Barassie
I lived at 51 Becah Road, Barassie, Troon. My step-father was in the U.S. Air Force and stationed at Prestwiick. I remember the gentleman who lived on the ground floor of our house. His name I think was George Mullin. We lived on the top floor. He and I used to go for long walks on the beach and the golf course. I can remember taking tea and having ices. He was a marvelous man. I believe he was an artist. I finally find the exact address of the hosue. I only had an old damaged photo. Thanks to the Ayrshire Post and Lisa, I was able to get a current photo and the address. I would like to find out if the name is current for the time period we lived there and also when he died. I believe his wife was at a boarding school as a teacher and his son went to the same school. I remember he was home every so often but not much. Anything... Read more
Good Old Days at Symington Primary School
My name is Agnes Mawhinney, my fondness memory is going to the old primary school on Symington Road North with my brother Arthur. The class rooms were big with big high ceilings, the toilets were outside across the playground and you had to hold on till playtime to go to the toliet. Playtime was the best time because you were able to skip with your pals and the boys played tag. I remember when the nit nurse would come in to check our heads and the dreaded brown envelope we had to take home to our parents if we had any nits. The nurse also came into give us our jabs and I remember dreading my turn. On sports days we had potato spoon races on the playing field. One person I remember is a boy called Alan Love. Then we moved to the new primary school on Brewland Road in Symington. The scool was just built and in the spring the class planted bulbs in the garden. I made... Read more
Beware of Cut Thoat Dan
I remember going to visit a Mrs Kelly with my granny and they used to sit and tell ghost stories. When we walked home we had to walk over Turners Bridge which was only dimly lit and I was told to watch out for 'Cut Throat Dan. I must have walked backwards all the way to Newtongreen in case he crept up behind us - scary days.
Does Anyone Remember The Rag And Bone Men?
Does anyone remember the rag and bone men that used to come round the scheme looking for old rags etc? I was so desperate to own a red balloon, nothing was to stand in my way, but where would I get enough good quality rags from? Being a wee lassie and not really understanding,that you shouldn't take your mums best towels, and sheets got me into hot water. My poor wee mum had to chase the rag and bone man down the road to retrieve her stuff.........I got to keep the balloon as the old man had a good laugh! Does anyone remember the bird on a stick? It used to whistle when you spun it round your head, it was great fun! I have so, so many happy memories of growing up in the 1960s and maybe that's why I tend to live in the past too much... It's a fault of mine.
