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Granda Skinner
Davie Skinner, Bank ST, Balintore would take me for walks up at the back of Balintore and sit among the yellow broom and look over the Moray Firth. He would tell me stories of the salmon fishing. We would then walk down to the harbour point and watch folk fishing for souyans. We then would go up to "The Sheddie" and sit with all the old worthies putting the world to rights.
Sea Boots
At the age of four I was too small to "go to sea" but being so keen to take part in all things fishing I was allowed to stand in my granda Ross's (Dote) big sea boots. I was in the front garden at Hilton on Shore Street and was proudly lowered into the boots which were folded down in half. It made a great picture and a wonderful memory for me to this day.
I also enjoyed feeding the gulls (Fulaks) one left a "calling card" on the ribbon in my hair! I decided it was safer to feed the many hens that wondered up and down the tiny street instead,
I Received A ''Royal Humane Society Award For Bravery'' For This...
I lived in Barbaraville (Alder Cottage) from roughly 1982-1987 with my parents before I moved away to work.
I loved this village and had many, many memories but one which is a big achievement for me was when ...
Two young guys from the village had made a 'homemade' raft and ventured out into the shallows of the bay but as any of you familiar with the bay will know there is a tremendously strong current during the change of tides.
Unfortunately due to these currents dragging them out towards the souters (tide going out) and the fact they were sinking!! the alarm was raised in the village. A teacher from Tain Royal Academy (who lived 3 or 4 houses down) arrived banging at the door, I since 12 have had my own boat hence arriving at my door considering I was 15 years old at this time.
The two of us waded out to reach my boat and made our way out to drag these two guys... Read more
Barbaraville..... My Childhood Home
I was born and brought up in Barbaraville, spending the first 27 years of my life there before moving to Culloden, near Inverness.
I will always remember it as an idyllic little place to grow up as a child. Many a happy hour was spent excavating the little sandbank just down from Sutor View in search of 'buried treasure' and fishing for sticklebacks in the burn at Delny.
I remember well the Jackdaw Hotel (a wild place!) with its own real live Jackdaw in a cage by the reception desk. The hotel is no more as it is now Mull Hall Residential Home where my 100 year old granny, Mabel, now lives.
I went to school at nearby Kilmuir Easter Primary which closed when I was in Primary 6 - it is now a furniture workshop and store. The late Miss Pirie was the formidable headmistress back then ... a brilliant teacher who drummed the importance of respect and decency into us ... I... Read more
Cromarty Born And Bred
I grew up in Cromarty through the late 1980s, the 1990s, and up until the mid 2000s. While it has changed a lot in that time, it's always been fun, interesting, and a close community. This can be seen with New Year dashes in the North Sea, summer raft races, and cheering on Cromarty FC. Everyone always seem to think Cromarty is a small village in the north of Scotland, but it's actually a historical town, full of secrets to explore. For tourists, it's very much worth checking out all the different 'things to do in Cromarty' on http://whatstodo.in/cromarty/tourist-attractions-in-cromarty.
Visit to Helmsdale
My husband and I were at a wedding in Dornock and took a trip to Helmsdale.
Unknown to me at the time my great grandfather came from Loth, West Helmsdale. His name was Adam Mckenzie, the son of Alexander Mckenzie and Janet Mackay Gordon.
Adam married Isabella Birnie Watson from Pitsligo in 1876. They sailed to New Zealand in 1877 on the ship 'Canterbury', sailing from Glasgow. Their little girl Eleanor died on the journey.
My grandfather was born in New Zealand in 1878, his name was James Watson Mckenzie.
I hope some day to go back to Helmsdale and also go to Loth. We did enjoy the small village and its kind people. I would love to find some relatives, who I'm sure there will be, still living in Loth or Helmsdale
Elizabeth Gair, nee Mckenzie
Youthful Memories
Born In Nairn, now living In New Zealand. Memories include: the putting green, picking rasps and brambles in the Links bushes, hot orange at Morganti's after Bible Class on a Sunday night, the wishing well in the "big valley" at the links, the rope swing in the "small valley" at the links, swinging on the old bridges up the river, playing and catching starfish at the rocks on the beach, jumping of the groynes, sitting on the pier watching the porpoise, wonderful days at my grandfather's farm - Tomanrroch at Glenferness, vanilla tablet from McColls, merungues and butteries from Fletchers and Ashers, Saturday afternoons at the Playhouse and the Regal, Friday night dances at the Public Hall, fish and chips from Berties shop on Harbour Street, catching tadpoles and bannies by the old stone bridge up the river by the cemetery the day one of Wordies horeses fell and was killed in the river by Fletchers bakehouse, Geordie Patience, and old lady who used to wait for the Cawdor Bus... Read more
