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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

A memory of Kinnoull, shared by Winifred Lilian Macdonald.

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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

A memory of Castle Huntly, shared by Lorna Drummond.

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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

A memory of Castle Huntly, shared by Thomas Robertson.

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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:

A memory of Blairgowrie, shared by John Downie.

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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.

A memory of Blairgowrie, shared by NORRIE STANTON.

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