Irene Mc Cutcheon

William McCutcheon was my father . He was born in or around Mochrum in June 1918 and spent a good deal of his youth in and around Isle of Whithorn . As a consequence we spent quite a few happy holidays there and driving around the area looking at places he had been ( I have recently been provided with a copy of a letter he wrote when he was 11 from his then address of " Clay Crop Farm , Kirkinner " ) .
I have been back to the Isle a few times over the years and will try and make another pilgrimage before too long . At approaching 66 yrs now ( the youngest of my father's children ) , I had best try and make time before time makes other plans for me !
It sounds weird / cheesy , but I have always felt like I was coming home when Tondergie Road came into view . Stupid I know , but hey , it works for salmon so why not for people ?
I have to say though , one such " homecoming " had a nasty shock waiting for me when I realised that McWilliams impossibly leaning store had been erased ! I couldn't believe it . The one place I've ever been where I didn't have to move my feet and get some weights and hooks for fishing , provisions for breakfast and an ice cream !
Fishing off the rocks with hand lines at Burrowhead , Standing in daylight at 10pm (or later ) on the harbour wall . Watching the " Queeny boats " unload their nets and seeing the phosphorous spark . Looking through old graveyards and wondering what relation they may be to me ........Jetta McCutcheon .......What a name ! I wonder how she came by that ?...........and of course meeting the great man himself old Charlie McGuire ! What an amazing character he was ! Well enough blether from me . I hope any reader knows what I mean .