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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
Isle of Lewis memories
School
I went to Crulivig Public School, started there in 1950, had to walk 1 mile there and back during all seasons, there was no tarred road then. We were all happy there - I hope - taught by the late Cathie Nicholson from Lochs. Pity that those that were there then wouldn't join, maybe we could have a get together, I do appreciate that some of the pupils are no longer with us, but that is life. I do hope that if any ex-Crulivig pupils of long ago read this, they will join up and get in touch. Elma.
My Grandma
My Grandma was born and grew up in Balallan. Her grandfather (My great-great grandfather) Montgomery? started the first school in Balallan.
Look For Mrs Mitchell, Teacher!
I responded to a memory in another album, South Bragar: they mention Mrs Mitchell the teacher there. Mrs Mitchell was my Aunty Jean so please go along to that Album to see my own mini memories of having relatives in South Shawbost and visiting there from time to time, the last time being in 2007.
Duncan
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
