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My First Fond Memory
I would like to say my first memories of Waterloo was we lived in one of my grandmother's houses, it was called as I remember The Big White House. It was a very large house, I think it actually had 2 houses as we lived in the bottom house and my auntie and uncle lived in the top house, anyway there was plenty of space to play in as it had quite a large area of land with it. I lived there with my mother Jane, dad John (Jeck ) Stewart and my sister Catriona (Pansy) and my sister Martha (Biggy) and me Jane (Peppy). We loved the wide variety of open space to play and roam about, up the back of the house there was a field and we used to cross the field and go to the woods which was called Gelly Woods, there we would go and play and get tadpoles. Down the road from the house towards Bankfoot there was a big green field where... Read more
Milnathort - A Genteel Place
My sister and I were invited to spend holidays at the home of a very kind lady in Milnathort. Church of Scotland ministers were asking members of their congregations to look after children from 'homes' during the school holidays and the kind lady rose to the challenge. The first time we holidayed there (I think was 1965) and Milnathort thereafter became our second home. We got to know quite a number of the locals not just in Milnathort but in Kinross and Glenfarg. When we arrived for our first holiday we went for a walk in Bluebell Woods. This was a breath of clean air as we were living in Edinburgh then; I was six years old. My sister and I were welcomed most warmly by the local people and as a thankyou, we staged little home shows singing and dancing for a bit of light entertainment. We had a number of things iin common with 'our guardian',which became important enjoyments such as music... Read more
1941/42
I, with my three brothers and mother, lived for a while in an apartment near the top end of the town. My father was in the Argyle and Sutherland's. Later we moved out of town to a house called 'Pothill' where my mother was dairymaid and general farm worker. The house was was, I think, just North on the Perth road. We certainly went to the same school. I was six. It was at Pot Hill late on a December evening that the wee red and black post office van arrived with the dreaded telegram to state that my oldest brother Sandy, a sailor on HMS Audacity, was missing in action. A letter later came to confirm he was missing, presumed killed. Sandy had left his beloved piano accordion on his last home leave, a premonition perhaps? There was no respite for mother who still had to get up and milk next morning. Near the infant school I attended I recall we had to walk past a POW camp. Most of the inmates... Read more
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
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
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:
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.
