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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
School@millbank
Hello there, I was known as Jackie, cousin of Billy Jeans whose nickname was Jock, he stayed at 3 King Street and I stayed at Blackpark Farm on the outskirts. I was a message-boy with the Coop and the manager's name was Mr Rome. I also enjoyed dancing at the public hall and tradespark all on the start off rock and roll, and of course the 2 flick houses plus swiming in lovely East Beach. After I left school I joined the air force and so lost contact with all my school friends, so if anybody would like send me an e mail, bye bye.
Fond Memories of Old Friends in Nairn.
My wife Carol was a Highland lassie by birth and when we split up she left Leeds. She lived at Trades Park and eventualy married again up there. I visited Nairn a lot on trips to see my four kids, it was an 800 miles round trip so at one time I even bought a boat in Oban, took it round to Nairn Harbour and spent the whole summer there.. happy days, The people were fantastic, all the big local families, the Morganties, the MacCraes, the McGilvries.. I play guitar myself and still have tapes of me playing sometimes in the Royal with Wee Gordie Macrae and his brothers or as a duo in the Town Street bars with Willie Ross (doing bad impressions of Simon & Garfunkle).... Still we made our "beer money" RIP Willie & Gordie.. two fantastic good mates who both sadly died so young. I have fond, fond memories of the Royal Hotel and the band.. Ian from the grocers shop doing "Muddy waters", Ann... Read more
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,
1950s
I have many memories of a day out for us lads, we were stationed at Elgin with the Royal Scots and did many trips to command workshops REME at Grantown, they were some fine trips as we went back via Rothes just to make the day last. I expect it has changed a lot since then. Thanks for the photos rejogging some old memories. Howard ex REME
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.
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.
