Ashton, The Front 1899
Ashton, The Front 1899 Ref: 43412
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 River Clyde, Cloch Lighthouse 1897 (ref: 39823) |
Year: 1967
Living at the Cloch A memory of River Clyde, Argyll I was a lighthouse keeper at the Cloch lighthouse from 1967 until 1972. I lived there with my wife Edna and our two children Andrew and Karen who should have been born there but she was overdue and so had to be born at the Rankin hospital in Greenock and the Midwife was very dissapointed that she was not going to deliver a baby at the lighthouse which would have been a first for her. All in all it was a very nice experience. John Mcintyre. |
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Year: 1955
The mid Fifties A memory of Ayr, Ayrshire I recall my pals and I going to Ayr harbour and picking up the herring and mackerel, which dropped off the baskets when the boats were unloaded, and selling them round the nieghbours' houses. Herring were 1 old penny and mackerel 2 old pennies. Today (2008) a herring costs £1 each! 240 times dearer. We would make dens up Craigie Woods and sleep out. No dangers then. My wee sister aged 4 walked to High Street from Fotheringham Road and got a bus to to Heathfield School and back herself. Try that today!! Cheers, Jimmy Manson, Ayr. Last edited: 07/10/2008 09:34 by James Manson |
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Year: 1948
Fish & Chips A memory of Ayr, Ayrshire Having fish & chips from the Vesta Cafe on the New Road, they were the best. Playing the puggy at Favali's in the New Road. Playing down at the Newton Shore. Skating at Ayr Ice Rink. Climbing the fence and getting into the dog track from Elmbank Street on Sunday morning to pick up anything of value the drunks had dropped the night before at the races, usually money. Working for Cowan the Butcher as a delivery boy and apprentice. The Odeon club for kids on Saturday morning, to see Flash Gordon and the likes. Newton Park Higher Grade School. Last edited: 05/09/2007 11:34 by Donald Pettigrew |
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Year: 1960
Holiday memories A memory of Ayr, Ayrshire Happily walking along Ayr beach with an ice cream from the Wellington Cafe, paddling in the sea with my parents! Eating wonderful fish and chips on a windy day. Getting breakfast rolls from one of the many bakers to take back to my aunt's. Going skating at the ice rink with my cousins. Last edited: 04/01/2007 19:45 by Liz Webb |
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Happy days A memory of Huntworth, Somerset To me there is nowhere like Skares was, and anyone who came from there will say the same. Everybody knew everybody else and they were always ready to help anyone that needed it. You could go out and leave your door open without worrying about anything being pinched. In the summer we used to all go on a picnic doon the blackwater when it was nice, and we'd go for walks roon the pluck. My mother sometimes took us up to the Covenanters monument up the Knockdunder hills. She used to take us picking rasberries to make jam in the summer, and when the brambles were ready she'd take us to pick them and scribes to make jelly. It was guid. We used to take our mother's clothes pole and loup the burn. At Halloween we'd go roon knocking on doors and we'd sing or say a poem and get sweeties, nuts and fruit. We were always made welcome. At Hogmanay some folk would go first fittin'. My granny (Meg Stevenson) used to have big steak pies in to feed us and anybody else that came in. I remember my granta coming hame frae the pub with auld Bally Shirkie. Bally used to take me through to the fire in the bedroom and teach me auld Irish songs. I don't think he could go hame till he sobered up a bit. It was a great wee place. We had no gas or electricity and the women all had their own day for using the wash hoose. When we had a bath it was usually in a zinc bath in front of the fire with water het up in the wash hoose boiler. It was hard work for the women folk having no electricity and having to cook on a coal fire, but they managed weel. We had the co-operative shop with Danny Hall managing it. Ned Rutherford had the fish and chip shop. Jean usually worked in it. There was the mission hall where we went to Sunday School, and the Memorial hall where most folk held their wedding receptions, and sometimes we had concerts there. We even had oor ain fitba team the 'Skares Bluebell'. We had oor ain piper as weel. Jim Stewart used to go up the auld bing near Martin Pringles farm (Hindsward) and walk back and forward playing the bagpipes. He was good, but when you're a wean you don't appreciate it. It's an awfa noise tae ye. I appreciate the pipes now though. When I hear them in Sheffield, the hair on the back of my neck really does stand up. It certainly was a great wee place and I could go on and on aboot it, but it would take too long. I've lived in Sheffield now for nearly 46 years, and it's no a bad place to stay, but there'll never be anywhere like Skares and the Skares folk to me. Rita Mitchell (nee Morris) Last edited: 18/03/2008 15:17 by Rita Mitchell |
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