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My First Fond Memory
I would like to say my first memories of Waterloo was we lived in one of my grandmother's houses, it was called as I remember The Big White House. It was a very large house, I think it actually had 2 houses as we lived in the bottom house and my auntie and uncle lived in the top house, anyway there was plenty of space to play in as it had quite a large area of land with it. I lived there with my mother Jane, dad John (Jeck ) Stewart and my sister Catriona (Pansy) and my sister Martha (Biggy) and me Jane (Peppy). We loved the wide variety of open space to play and roam about, up the back of the house there was a field and we used to cross the field and go to the woods which was called Gelly Woods, there we would go and play and get tadpoles. Down the road from the house towards Bankfoot there was a big green field where... 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
Winter Sport
The school bell would be rung around the playground. Dinner time. The children taking school lunch would cross to the church hall. My best friend and I would race away up the school brae and further on till we reached 'the quarry' at Corsie Hill. Ice lay thick on the pools beneath the cliffs. Huge icicles dripped from the rocks. It was cold and our breath froze on our faces. We each had bread with something on it to eat and we broke off icicles to suck the freezing water. Then we made slides. Proper long slides. None of your playground rubbish with a queue to get on. Just career down and then run back to the top. Sometimes, career down sitting on a very wet bottom as your feet went from under you. The best fun ever. Strictly non-permitted of course but the school thought we were at my house and the folk there thought... Read more
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?
59yrs Ago
I am very much a novice with the computer and Googled Blackford, Scotland, and to my delight lots of things came up, plus this site which I am so delighted about. I lived in Blackford till I was about 15 a half. I so loved the village that when I talk to people about it I always say "My Village". I lived in a cottage in the main street called Middleton Cottage but sadly it is no longer there. My surname was Czarnecka. My father was Polish. I remember a Polish family who lived in Abercairnie Place. I have only been back to Blackford three times since I left.
There were two other Polish men who along with my father owned the mushroom factory which was in the back street. I remember the Stockmans, they sold paint etc and I was friends with Christine. I went to the little school at the bottom of the village. I was one of five children. I did not have a happy childhood but... Read more
My Polish Papa
This story was told to me by my daddy's best friend called Will Lawson. When I was one year old daddy used to cut the grass at Gleneagles and he was alowed to take the cuttings away to make bedding for the pigs that he kept. One day when he was taking a load to where he lived his vehicle lost a wheel halfway down the street in Auchterarder. Daddy asked a passerby if they knew anyone that had a lorry or truck that could help him. Well, this was Will Lawson and when he got to daddy's vehicle, wel,l he did have a little chuckle to himself when he saw it. It was a bicycle with a large trailer attached with all the grass cuttings. Well, they managed to put all in Will's lorry and go back to where daddy lived. My daddy asked Will how much he owed him and he said 'You don't owe me anything'. Wel,l the next day Daddy called in to see Will and... 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
