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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.
Childhood Holidays
My gran bought 3 caravans in 1957 which were on the caravan site at Lower Largo. My parents, brother, me, my aunt, my uncle and their 2 children all spent all our holidays there - summer, easter, bank hols, etc. Us children practically spent our whole summer there. When I started work in 1960, my mum and brother still stayed at Largo during the 5/6 weeks of the summer hols, and the working adults (me, dad, grandad and uncle) travelled from Glasgow at weekends. It had so much. There was the seaside right in front of us, there was the countryside all around us, with wooded areas to explore. Lower Largo was a lovely wee fishing village, with a pier, and we could pop on the bus to the town of Leven. On the last day of our hols my dad and I would get up about 6.30am, walk along the beach from Largo to Leven, buy a breakfast and bus it home. Wonderful. It was a terrific childhood and... Read more
Happy Holiday Times
My childhood holidays were spent each year at Lower Largo from 1952 until 1960.
Mum, Dad and I lodged with a family called Robertson where we had a room and meals cooked for us by Mrs Robertson. Every year the same families from all over came to Lower Largo at the same time so we always had lots of friends to meet each year again!
Our journey from Edinburgh was on the train over the Forth Bridge which seemed the most exciting thing to do and if we stayed for more than two weeks my father would catch the train in Station Road - travel to Edinburgh and then return to us each day after work.
Many happy days were spent on the beach early in the morning searching the sea pools and rocks with my father using a crab clique to search for crabs, starfishes etc and fishing in the quaint harbour near the Crusoe Hotel - we often walked along the beach to Leven and returned for... Read more
Childhood Holidays
We spent three years in perfect holidaying mood in Mrs Greig's caravan, the first time ever having a jelly mould, 1955!!!. Caravan site run by the Philps, had Yates round salted butter every day on our rolls, had fruit in our caravan and loved going to the post office for toys. Went on the boat out to sea, mum wasn't happy as they stopped to pick up balloons and bottles in the bay. We had visitors every day as it was only 20 miles from Dunfermline, the best time ever was at night when everyone was going to toilets, and shouting and speaking to each other. We always loved going down the steps, to where the double deckers had been changed to caravans, but never got into them yet!!! Cliff you have got a lot to answer for. So after Mrs Greig's caravan, we actually got the first chalet at Lower Largo, electric, thunderstorms, and me under the bed. Still loved it all. Didn't get a holiday after that for... Read more
Childhood Holidays
I will never know why, but we used to take the train to Lundin Links, and then taxi to Lower Largo. I don't know when these holidays started (I was born in 1957 and there are certainly photos of me around 3 years old). Initially we stayed at "the wee house" owned by a Mrs. Simpson, I remember nothing of this other than being being bathed in a tiny "stand-alone" bath. Subsequent years are a lot clearer, at the upstairs apartment owned by a Mrs. Lindsay, at the end of Woodlands Road. The railway ran right past the apartment and I, as a little boy, would wave to the train drivers and they would wave back.
I recall standing on Lundin Links station and that was where I first became aware of the game of golf. There was a point nearby where the line went (just) over a walk-through to the beach, and this is still just visible. ... Read more
A Souvenir of St Rule's Tower
I remember hot August afternoons strolling round the ruins of St Rule's Tower. I stayed in two halls of residence - Wardlaw Hall and University Hall - each of the two years I attended the RSCDS Summer School and after a strenuous morning of dancing lessons it was lovely to get out in the open air around the old Cathedral.
Elizabeth and I bought a souvenir which we still have more than 40 years later - a decorated tile of the ruins which we use as a tea pot stand!
