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Historic maps of Kilmore and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Kilmore maps
Kilmore photos
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Oban| Kerrera| Dunstaffnage Castle| Connel Ferry
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Memories of Kilmore
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Killiechonich
I was born at Killiechonich and lived there until I was 11. Remember walking down through the wood to Johnny and Morag McColl (a brother and sister who lived at the croft - they were from Skye). Then we would walk to Alec Fletchers for our milk - the Fletchers lived at Barnacarry. Also remember Cruachan who ran the post office - we used to go there to post letters. Eddie at the shop, where we used to get our messages. Also attended country dancing classes at Kilmore Hall.
Isobel (my sister), Anne Livingstone and myself used to attend. Remember the Christmas Parties and Fancy Dress Parties at Kilmore Hall. Attended Church and Sunday School at Kilmore church and one Christmas read the lesson there.
Jean Clark I think was our Sunday School Teacher and on one occasion I think I recall Anne Lorne Gillies taking the class. Rev Carmichael was the minister then,
he had a daughter called Nina. I... Read more
Argyll memories
Dunstaffnage The War Years 1942-45
In 1942 aged 5 due to my father being a shipwright in the Portsmouth Dockyard he was transferred to a satellite dockyard at Dunstaffnage where we stayed as a family until the war finished and we then moved back to Pompey. Workers in the Dockyard came from Chatham, Devonport and Rosyth. The dockyard had AFD 19 which was a floating dock to repair damaged North Atlantic and Artic convoy ships. My sister reminded me of H.M.S Bluebell, repaired, next convoy Artic, sunk, one survivor only. The village was made up of about 240 prefabs (I have photos) to house the families. We lived at 13b Hervey Road and moved to 10a when my younger sister was born in 1944. The "houses" were put together by the Royal Marines which had a camp there. What a life we had, playing in the wood below the Co-op, in the bay in the summer, on the hill on the other side of the Oban-Connel Road which only had ferns then, no fir trees like nowdays.... Read more
I Was Born in Dunbeg (Dunstaffnage.
First day at the old village school, classmates, Mrs Gardiner, Miss Cowan.
Now live North Carolina, would love to hear from anyone who remembers.
Margaret
Dunbeg School
My grandfather was the head master at Dunbeg School, he lived in the school house. Does anyone have any photos or stories? I would love to hear anything please.
Born in Oban
I was born in Oban and still have all my mum's family there, does anyone know of the Sloss family, Davie and Ina and their large family - Davie, Peter, Malcome, Alex, Billy, Robert, Jessie, Ina, Irene and Elizebeth?
Dunstaffnage, War Years
Like Brian Woodward we moved to Dunstaffnage during the war. My father was a plumber at Devonport. I, unfortunately have no memories of the time, only what my parents subsequently told me! I do know we were still in Plymouth in Dec. 1942 as my brother was born there. We had definitely moved by Aug. 1944 as I started school in Dunstaffnage. I also had a burst appendix and ended up in hospital in Oban - the scar from the drain tube still bothers me! My eldest sister, of five, was born in Dunstaffnage. We must have been back in Lee Mill, where we were housed in firefighters' nissen huts outside of Plymouth by 1946, since I attended Lee Mill Infant School before going to Ivybridge Primary. I have been living in Kintyre for 12 years since retiring to the house that was our holiday home for 11 years prior to that. By "holiday home" I mean we spent every English school holiday here, amounting to about 1/4 of the... Read more
Ghost Stories.
As children,we attended Sunday school which was at the base in one of the nissan huts, as we got older it was the church service. After church we would walk to the Castle in pitch darkness, with Tommy and Bet Stewart, telling ghost stories. The castle was a ruin then with walls crumbled, broken doors, which I am sure was vandalism, you could enter into the Castle, not that we did as it was too creepy. It was always an attraction when we were younger. The villagers would gather wood nearby. Folklore had it that the cave on the back beach had a tunnel into the castle, I still don't know if that is true. It was our playground, as we were too young to understand the history. It stands very proud and I know the history now, and am proud to have been born in Dunstaffnage.
