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Blairgowrie| Kinclaven| Meikleour| Castle Huntly
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Memories
As a boy i would wander
through fields and in water,
go fishing, make swings
was happy with things:
Would roam with the dog
slip on Algae green log,
smell rain on the grass
polish Grans brass:
Climb dykes, collect conkers
leap Cargills, I was bonkers,
make carties with prams
watch Salmon jump Dams:
I summer pick berries
six weeks in black wellies,
up dreels of soft fruit
to give your mum loot:
In autumn lift Tatties
no chance of being fatties,
with your back bent all day
just want home i would prey:
These days have sped by
where's time gone I sigh!
From Rattray to Blair
a town i recognise nae mare:
Ballintium Farm, Tullymeg, Ballinluig
I went to school at Guay Primary School - 1948. Teacher Miss Coombes. In my class were John Macdonald of Raer Lodge, my brother Iain Stanton of Ballintuim Farm, cousins Helen, Sheila, Muriel Findlay of Ballintuim Cottage. Picked spuds in a freezing October. Ferrcin hans sair back, big snows start in late October. I remember taking wee John Macdonals home every night up the the Raer Lodge. Got ma tomato soup - nae toast. Coming back in the dark following our uphill footsteps through the snow to Ballintuim Farm and seeing the lights doon beside the Tay. Nobody ever knew I was away. Norrie Stanton.
Castle in The Carse
I'm so surprised there is nothing written about the castle before it became a prison. It has a history beginning as far back as 1452 when it was built by Lord Grey, who was in the court of King James the Second. It has such stories to tell and I only found the story when I moved here 20 years ago. My interest in the castle before it became held by the government was fueled by the head teacher from Longforgan School, Mr Tosh, who had a great knowledge of the castle and gave me the history. If anybody is interested - they can contact me and I will pass it on. I will try to find photos also as it is a lovely looking building and it has a resident ghost too! The white lady has been seen on occasion. lorna.md@tiscali.co.uk
History of Castle Huntly
Assisted and guided by my daughter, I have recently started researching my paternal ancestry and find Longforgan and Castle Huntly loom large in it. My great great grandfather, Robert Robertson (1775-1867) was gamekeeper there, and his wife, Elspeth Hall, was employed as the Hen Wife. My great grandfather, William Mather Robertson (1810-1897), aka The Mountain Muse of Broughty Ferry, was born there in 1810 and apprenticed to his father for the start of his working life. My grandfather Thomas (1860-1948) married Catherine Crabb of Longforgan in the Longforgan Church in 1890. My own father, Charles, was born in nearby Invergowrie in 1899 but emigrated to Australia in 1921 after being severely wounded in WW1 while serving with the Cameron Highlanders.
I visited Scotland this past October, following the ancestral trail and went to Longforgan and Castle Huntly, but of course could not get too close, a view and a distant photograph through the trees was the best I could do. Accordingly, I would be most pleased to receive... Read more
Our Wedding
This photo will always be significant to me as we were married in the castle on 10th of June 2006. It is a lovely setting with beautiful gardens.
Happy Days
The castle is beautifully restored now but when my sister and i were wee it really looked like a haunted ruin. We used to scare ourselves silly running through the middle door to get to the playpark on the other side.
Dudhope Park by The Castle
My name then was Watson. I used to live in Dudhope Crescent Road, which was opposite a small grave yard by Bell St, sadly no longer there. My granny used to take to roll my easter egg down the hill near the swings. In those days the castle did'nt look like this, peacocks were in cages there. You got a lovely view of the DRI and across the Tay to Fife. Those were the days, unfortunately things have to change. The DRI has gone and Dundee is not the same anymore. I still come home every few months to savour the memories.
