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Year: 1966
School days A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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....................... A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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: 1988
Hanging around in late 1980s A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I think it's shocking there are no memories from Lumphinnans. I have quite a few photos of the Lumphinnans Club 1 which was started to give youngsters something to do, this ran for a few years and we all had great fun on different places which we visited like Newcastle, Kenmore and ice skating. Everyone was involved in these activities, also hanging aroung Joe's shop at the corner and always being chased away, where we would move to the old brickie factory to see what hassle we could cause with Lochgelly at the farm road. Also memories and photos of Rougvies and the under 18 disco where I started to work Saturdays behind the bar when I became 18, and the Kronk. Even though I did not come from Lumphinnans I did have a lot of great friends which I've lost touch with and really great memories of there with pictures, so if anyone would like to contact me through this web site I would like to hear from you and share memories of what fun we used to have, x. Last edited: 22/10/2008 08:55 by Heather Swan |
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Year: 1946
Carefree Childhood Days A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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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Year: 1957
Kirkcaldy Castle near the beach. A memory of Kirkcaldy, Fife I used to play in the castle and what we thought were dungeons in the middle to late 1950s. It was our playground for many years. We went to the beach nearly every day summer or winter. Loved the place to bits. My sister and younger brothers found the place magical and facsinating, even though it was in ruins it was magical to us. Last edited: 27/10/2008 16:00 by Jane Wilkinson |
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