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Dalgety Bay, Church Ruins 1900
Dalgety Bay, Church Ruins 1900 Ref: 45918
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Year: 1966
School days
I lived in Mossgreen, Crossgates in the 60s. My first school was in Mossgreen, it had only 3 classrooms and 1 of the classes was taken by the headmaster Mr Suttie. Mr and Mrs Suttie lived in the headmaster's house next to the school and Mrs Suttie was a teacher at Crossgates Primary. Last edited: 17/06/2008 12:57 by Mary Nelson |
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Year: 1972
The outdoor pool.......................
Spending all day at the pool/beach when I was a kid. Would go in the sea, run along to the pool, jump in the shallow end ( cos you were getting a bit cold by this time ) and bliss, it was like being in a sauna. mmmmm Hurrying home to get a quick bite to eat then back down to pool, pulling soaking wet costume back on again. Yeuch!!! Also remember having midnight bathing/galas, team games, i.e. diving for tins of fruit. Those were the days................ great times. Posted: 17/02/2008 09:30 by Liz Mcauley |
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Year: 1946
Carefree Childhood Days
I remember 'guddling' for trout in the Teal Burn in Auchtertool. Most of the lads in the village tried it at one time or another. When we caught one we would measure it by placing the nose of the trout on our finger tips and the tail along our arm towards the elbow. The aim was to catch one that reached all the way up to the elbow but of course we never did. After all we were growing lads and each year our arms would be a little longer. Anyway there wasn't a trout big enough in the Teal. Also my brother Jack taught me how to catch rabbits bare handed. We would go into a farmer's field and there would be clumps of nettles all around. In most of the clumps would be a rabbit laying clapped. He would walk slowly up to a clump and after asserting that a rabbit was clapped, he would let himself fall on top of it. We used to catch quite a few that way. We also got stung fairly badly but nothing a 'dockleaf' couldn't cure. During the chestnut season, me and my wee pals would travel far and wide to get the best 'conkers'. Throwing 'cudgels' up at the out of reach chestnuts were the best way to get them down from the trees but once when I had to climb the tree to get some, the branch broke and I fell and landed on the bank of a burn and broke my leg. My wee pal ( His name escapes me) run the two miles back home to tell my mum. My mum said to Jack,go and get Harry as he might have broken his leg. My big brother was listening to the radio at the time and said ''aye, just wait until I hear the end of Dick Barton''. My leg was in plaster for six weeks. Last edited: 18/05/2008 11:38 by Harry Robertson |
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 Kirkcaldy, the Victoria Linen Mills, Sinclairtown 2005 (ref: K197713k) |
OBSERVER CORPS
Though I have no personal memories of the Victoria Works I would be interested to hear of any recollections of the ROC based there. The Observation Post can still be seen abve the roof and its survival is probably unique in Fife. Steve, stephen.liscoe@fife.gov.uk Last edited: 30/07/2008 13:12 by First Name Last Name |
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I grew up in Kirkcaldy and this castle and its grounds was a great mass of interesting places to hide, climb and explore. It was in effect our playground between the years of 1984 through to 1988. Even the local high school (Viewforth) used the park grounds to the left of the castle and still does for cross country. Last edited: 25/07/2007 16:19 by Carolyn Haxton |
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