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Grandparents
My earliest memory of Culdees was going out through the rhododendrons with my grandfather and coming back with a honeycomb from the beehives he tended, he worked on the estate as Gamekeeper / Driver and my grandmother ( known by the Gardiners as 'Mickey') worked in the castle. My sister and myself spent every summer there for around 11 - 12 years, my sister was born in the outbuilding that was home to my grandparents in 1946 and although I wasn't born there I was baptised in Muthil Parish church on Easter day 1948. It is sad to see the buildings so derelict and I would like to find out all I can about the estate, can anyone help?
Viewfield Acharn
My mother who was called Betty Scott lived in Viewfield at Acharn looking after a gentleman called Robbie Campbell around 1937. She sadly has dementia now at 91. She lives in Newcastle upon Tyne. Mum was a nurse in Grangemouth and that was where she met and married my father Charles Randalls. Mum talks fondly about Robbie Campbell and Viewfield, Acharn. Robbie was a great character. Robbie was a cousin I believe of Christine Hunter Mckay who lived at Ochtertyre where she was a Foster Mother to Betty Scott. Robbie is buried at the cemetery at Kenmore - as is Auntie but there was no space for her name on the headstone. She died in 1941. Mum always wanted to work at the Breadalbane Hotel (Kenmore Hotel) but happily married well and eventually stayed there as a guest!! Joyce Rawlings
WW2: Fearnan...a Refuge in The Storm
A hush lies over Fearnan now except for the songbirds. No cockerels greet the morning. The once abundant fields are barren; many of the cottages are used only for vacations and are shuttered in winter. The 100 year-old Stewart family dynasty at Tigh-an-Loan hotel has ended and the village shop, no longer profitable, is closing its doors. The school and playground lie deserted, and the children’s laughter —and tears— has faded into the mists of time.
Although my physical relationship with Fearnan ended long ago, the close spiritual bond has lasted a lifetime. This historic highland village not only provided a refuge during those stormy years, it invoked a sense of mystery, and yielded a kaleidoscope of vivid memories: Even today it is not difficult to visualize the village life as it was then, and when I close my eyes, just for a moment I believe I can see the white- capped waves on the loch and hear the children’s voices carried on the wind as... Read more
Fearnan...refuge in The Storm
For my memories of Fearnan please read: Fearnan...refuge in the storm at: the Glasgow Guide Boards: http://discuss.glasgowguide.co.uk/index.php
It Was Night...and Time Stood Still
Alastair Reid Barnett © 2010 All rights reserved.
I believe the following story provides some of the most convincing evidence that ghosts and other phantoms of the nether world exist.
Unlike a fictional tale, where a haunting or other paranormal experience will be structured with a beginning, middle and an end, this story refuses to be that orderly. The events recorded here – sometimes fragmented but in sequence as I remember them — remain a mystery today and as inexplicable as when they took place. This is not intended to be a scary ghost story, it’s simply an account of an adolescent’s encounter with the supernatural or at least, the unfathomable through the eyes of a sixteen-year-old.
It was 1953, the year of the coronation. Fortingall Hotel, in the Perthshire Highlands was booked to capacity. An air of gaiety filled the famous little village hotel as the world anticipated the crowning of the Queen. The mid-April days were sunny and warm. SPB Mais took... Read more
1941/42
I, with my three brothers and mother, lived for a while in an apartment near the top end of the town. My father was in the Argyle and Sutherland's. Later we moved out of town to a house called 'Pothill' where my mother was dairymaid and general farm worker. The house was was, I think, just North on the Perth road. We certainly went to the same school. I was six. It was at Pot Hill late on a December evening that the wee red and black post office van arrived with the dreaded telegram to state that my oldest brother Sandy, a sailor on HMS Audacity, was missing in action. A letter later came to confirm he was missing, presumed killed. Sandy had left his beloved piano accordion on his last home leave, a premonition perhaps? There was no respite for mother who still had to get up and milk next morning. Near the infant school I attended I recall we had to walk past a POW camp. Most of the inmates... Read more
The Birks Cinema
I can't believe nobody has posted a memory from Aberfeldy. I'm over in Victoria, BC now but who can forget during the war, the stern Mrs. Walker and her husband "policing," the Birks Cinema on a Saturday night when all we "country folk," invaded Aberfeldy. I can still see her at the interval with an ice cream tray strapped around her waist standing under the screen. She was one tough lady, and ran the theater with a firm hand. I see online they are trying to revive the old picture house. I wish them well.
Oh one more memory: we were evacuated to Loch Tayside during the war from Glasgow and my younger brother Iain was born at the Cottage Hospital there. I nearly forgot, when I was five, I attended Breadalbane Academy and remember falling madly in love with a blonde wee lassie, Fiona Gowens, whose parents owned the Palace Hotel. She and I were five and played the Triangle together in music... Read more
