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Monimail| Cupar| Dairsie| Newburgh| Megginch Castle| Castle Huntly| Ceres| Inchture| Auchtermuchty
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Fife memories
Lilian Howie of Wormit - Where Are You Now?
A lovely children's nurse called Lilian Howie comes from Wormit. I knew her when she was training as a Nursery Nurse at the Princess Christian College in Manchester in the 1960's.
I - and her nursing college friends - would like to know she is happy and well as we have no news from this lovely Scottish nurse for a great many years!
Delightful Days
My grandfather, Alex Mitchell, was an Anstruther man who had moved to the Gorbals in Glasgow, met and married Mary (known as Molly), and became a successful bespoke tailor. He lost everything when the Glasgow Savings Bank collapsed. On the outbreak of World War 2, he and Molly and adopted daughter Tessie, moved to Blebo Craigs. What a place! No running water, no gas and no electricity. But for me, it was idyllic: strawberries picked and eaten from the side of the road; drinking water drawn from a well in the back garden and for washing, from the rain barrel at the back of the house; the "forest" at the top of the road and many other things. Don't forget the people; the Hannigans who were our playmates when there; Jimmy Lorrrimor with his ferrets, and the Perfects who owned the farm, the only place in the village with running water, an outside pump. All wonderful people.
The memories of Blebo Craigs will live with me till I die.... Read more
My Memory is of Foodieash
I lived in Foodieash from the age of 3 to 17 and remember it as a peaceful little village, there was no electric, the loo was down the back garden, but they were happy days. I remember going to Foodie farm every morning with my little pitcher for the milk before breakfast and getting into trouble because as usual I'd been in with the calves and kittens. There were no buses, only the school bus, and the Logie bus on Saturdays. My name then was Macpherson if anyone remembers me, happy days.
Earliest Memories of Guardbridge
All of my mother's family lived in and around Guardbridge. Her mother and father were Mr and Mrs George Martin. They had 5 girls, Catherine, Barbara, Alexandra, Esther and Isabella. My mother Catherine (known as Jean) met and married Robert Farlow, who was based at RAF Leuchars. Having moved away to East Kilbride we used to return for holidays in Guardbridge. My sister Jeannette and brother George and I would stay with my Aunty Lexie and Uncle Frank with their children, Janie, Frank, George, Mary and Barbara. We used to have a whale of a time. Up early, a treacle piece, bottle of lemonade and away to the Shelly Point for the day. We used to walk along the railway line (after it was closed and before!) and spend the day there. We would be sent out with containers by my granny to go and pick gooseberries up at the Big Den. We had a brilliant time. Now years later I have gone back with my younger sister Jeannette and... Read more
The Foundry
The smell that came from the foundry... I used to go see my dad and the cold damp stench used to burn your eyes and fill your lungs. The building was cold and damp and yet the heat from the ladles of molten iron would burn your lungs if you got too close. The cherry red metal gave no mercy and it would scare me into thinking this place was hell on earth. I would have dreams where I saw the gates of hell open and there it was that huge ladle full of cherry red molten death. Yhe very place that aided in the ill health of all who worked there is now the sight of the health centre, how ironic, or is it sarcastic, that the centre of ill health is the same today. I remember the months my father was off ill with bad lungs, coughing up black silica sand. This is the most profound memory of Auchtermuchty I have. I remember all the foundry lads, Dad included, out... Read more
Kennoway Den
Hi, school holidays down the den consisted of endless hours playing comandoes and building the dam at the Ladies Brig, Eddie Thacker the Mackays, Tommy Johnstone, Gareth Bruce, Shug Torrance, Harry Caulder, Podge Allan, Frogy and Donald Fraser, and many more all joined in hauling shalogies (i.e cut turf the size of carpets to dam up the burn). As soon as we finished, along came the farmer and pulled it down, waste of time because it was built the next day. Anybody remember the swimming trunks that seemed to be made of wool and hung down to your knees when wet. No holidays to Spain or exotic places just seven weeks of fun. Good memories. Jeek!
Kennoway... It's Where I Grew Up.
There's a small collection of memories and information included in my web site at www.an-alien-affair.com
I reckon it's worth a visit as I've included several bits of info' that most people are quite unaware of. Then there's me, of course.
Kennoway is unique and steeped in history that goes back as far as the dawn of christianity, and much, much further. The evidence is in the Den and the surrounding fields.
I'm planning to write a novel based on my own life and experiences, a book that will revive lost memories for many and rekindle the feelings of a forgotten yesteryear. I've already got a title for it... which is, 'The Lampost At No61'. Watch this space.
