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Family Tree
I am doing my family tree and my grandmother was born in Lewis Castle, Grooms House, Castle Stables, my great-grandparents were called George Steven and Josephine Clarke. I am trying to find out any info or even find a pic of the Grooms House, any help would be fab as I'm stuck.
Holidays at Steinish
My lovely memories of holidaying at Steinish and doing baking with my Great-aunt Isabella. The house was a lovely old house near the beach and close to the aerodrome. My great-aunts were named Macarther and I would be grateful for any information if anyone knew them. Some of my fondest memories are when I was with my great-aunty. Thanks, Morag.
My Grandma
My Grandma was born and grew up in Balallan. Her grandfather (My great-great grandfather) Montgomery? started the first school in Balallan.
Childhood Memories of Linshader
During my childhood we went to Linshader every summer holiday and stayed at my auntie's house (No 7). It was great ... we enjoyed collecting eggs, putting the cow out to pasture, helping to make haystacks with my uncle, feeding the calves with my auntie, visiting people through the village, waiting for the Co-op van to come round so we would get a lollipop, rowing over to Callanish with my uncle, playing on the rope swing my cousins would put up for us in the byre, watching my cousin weaving Harris tweed on his loom. We also loved to watch Auntie milking the cows and then skimming the milk and making butter in her yellow churn. They were happy days, out in the fresh air all day long with not a care in the world, running wild up the hills at the back of the croft. When we would come back to Stornoway I would feel that it was closing in on me after all the open space we had... Read more
School Photos
Does anyone have Class photos of Bragar from the above era? I would love to see or get copies. Many thanks
School Days Are The Best
I was born in 1952, and went to Bragar School. The headmaster was Mr McIver and teachers I remember were Mrs MacDonald (Carloway) and Mrs Mitchell (Shawbost). I used to cross the road to the shop up the hill, and also the one further down the road. I don't come back often enough, and when I do, I wish I had never left. The days of the Fillums (movies) with the Highland and Islands Film Guild were great, held in the school in the evenings, mostly Laurel and Hardy and a War Film, but the walk home in the dark was sometimes more scarey - unless you were the lucky owner of a slim silver pocket torch with a lens like a bulls eye, which we also tortured ourselves with in summer trying to burn our skin (I know, I don't understand it either). Laxays shop was great, with the paraffin, the sliced bacon, rope, Camp Coffee, and he hated threepenny bits, they always got stuck in the nooks and... Read more
Mrs Mitchell, Teacher
I just read the memories of South Shawbost and mention of Mrs Mitchell, teacher, has encouraged me to write.
Mrs Mitchell was Aunty Jean to me and my siblings: she was the sister of my mother Dolina Mitchell. Dolina had left Lewis for Yorkshire as part of the war effort and never returned except for holidays: we were taken along too.
I never saw Jean in action as a teacher and I once said to my mother, I wish Aunty Jean could be my teacher and she replied, you'd have to work very hard with her, she's very strict.
We only visited Shawbost from time to time so I cannot say that I knew Jean very well but one memory is of watching her knitting. I have never seen anyone knit so fast: phenomenally fast; and I thought my mother was quick!
I visited Lewis with other members of my family in 2007 for the first time in over 30 years and we visited the grave... Read more
