Nostalgic memories of Anstruther Easter's local history

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This led down to Castle Terrace where my Auntie Lizzie Cuthbert lived. If I had no money to spend in the baker's, I could nip down here on my way to school. We could course also see the stepping stones - a source of wet feet many mornings when we risked a crossing to save time even when the stones were covered - just a little bit!
I was born at number 8 and subsequently lived until I was 10 at number 8 High Street. I remember the baker's (Macleod's I think) where my birthday cake was always displayed for a few days before the actual day (so were the birthday cakes for everybody else!) the pub which was then, I think,known simply as The Railway Tavern), the little lane past our back door down to the Dreel Burn and the shuttered building ...see more
my grandfather drove the Commercial's taxi (a Rolls!) back in the 40's and early 50's. Before the opening of the Tay road bridge I believe he occasionally had to travel via Perth to get to Dundee. He picked up guests going to stay at the Commercial Hotel from the railway station (!) and I have happy memories of him decorating the car with ribbons for weddings. Very rarely he would rescue me and friends walking to Cellardyke primary school on really wet days. Ah, memories!