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Peeblesshire memories
Tait Family
Though I was not born in Scotland, I have been back many times and always end up in the town my family was a big part of. My parents, grandparents and g-grandparents have always been a part of the woollen mills and my mother ran the looms, my father fixed them and most machinery and my gran had a small store in the village with hot food and sweets. I'm doing the family tree and finding out more and more of the village and its inhabitants. It's a beautiful area and my parents have wonderful memories of growing up in the area (my mother in Peebles) and just walking the hills.
Heriot
I first went to Heriot in about 1947 camping with Boy Scouts. When my parents came for a visit they liked the area so they arranged with local farmer to have our holidays camping in his field for a number of years after that, although we went by bus from Edinburgh our tent and gear were sent by rail.
Growing up Near Temple
I remember Temple school. The Knights Templar play. Christmas plays. The youth club on Friday evenings. Friday I'm in love. I was. The glen. Scottish country dancing. The human skull in Anna's cellar. Diving off the waterfall. Baking and Christmas parties at the Dunlop's. The quilt. The Fete and fancy dress. Exploring in the woods. Getting lost in the woods. The conker tree. Bonfires on Guy Fawkes night. Candlelit carols, mulled wine and mincemeat pies and playfights with the boys. The Celidh. Dens. Camping and campfires. The boys. The girls. The hall. The boys and girls. Our group. The phonebox. The SLOW sign. The midges in Summer and the freezing winters. Getting snowed in. Sledging at shilling hill. These are just a few of many memories. I loved Temple.
Where I Was Born.
I was born at home, home being 4 Pentland Crescent, Rosewell. The date was 17/05/1961. We always had a cat or a dog, or both. My dad had an aviary in the back garden, oh and we also had rabbits. It was a lovely old house but we moved to Poltonhall when I was eight. My best memories were of the lovely gala days in the park. And my dad used to look after Father O'Conell's animals and he took me with him. My sister Barbara did a charity run with Jimmy Saville and I got to meet him. My grandad was a signalman at Rosewell station, but I never met my grandparents as they both died before I was born. I have never been able to find a photograph of the station when it was running, so if anyone spots one can you let me know. Thaks for your time. Marion.
Jimmy Saville OBE RIP
I remember very well the sponsored walk which started from Rosewell in the mid 1960s. It was to raise funds to help a young sick girl and we all had to pray to Margaret Sinclair. Jimmy's mother was there. I went to St David's Academy in Dalkeith and I recall very vividly the day I witnessed a bus employee from the bus station opposite being injured in a crash at the park gates. This was possibly in 1968. From Sandra Burnett
Memories Form The 60's
Does anyone remember Helen, Jan and Billy Crawford, 13 The Crescent, Jan still stays in the crescent although i'm not sure that it is in the same house.
My memories include the old co-op ad Gaul's shop which I know are not there now.
Fitba in The Big Park
I was born in Suttislea in Nitten in 1947 but my sister and I emigrated to Gowkshill when I was 2 (I think) and lived at 18 Pentland Avenue till I married Isobel from Bonnyrigg when I was 21. I grew up with the Weighands and the Dolyes and worked in the time office at the Lady and the Workshops. The Sunday games in the big park were the highlight of my youth, often starting at around 11 and finishing about 6. Teams varied throughout the day as players went home for their dinners then came back and often changed sides, we also used to go down the fields to Newtonloan playing fields where they had actual goalposts as the park just had jerseys. I am now in the NE of Scotland but now appreciate the good times we had then, especially the Gowkshill galas to Gullane, North Berwick and Kirkaldy, happy days.
