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My parents would not allow me to join the boating club as they thought it would be dangerous. I did, however once go in one of their boats to a sandbank in the middle of the river. My only memory of this was being bitten on all exposed parts by fierce little bugs of some kind.
Super information Kenneth. Thank you.
As I recall tickets were sold on the Newport side and collected in Dundee. Tickets sold on the Dundee side were also collected there so it was possible for a boy to board in Newport sail over to Dundee and back carefully avoiding any expenditure on tickets. The B.L.Nairn was steam powered with a compound steam expansion engine on its back driving the paddles. The engine room was surrounded by windows so these beautiful engines could be observed. quite closely. Early in my youth I had decided to be a marine engineer and I used to watch the engineer at the controls reading a newspaper and nonchalantly completing the required engine movements as required. Not quite the same as deep sea sailing but fascinating to a small boy. Needless to say that the diesel powered ferries did not hold the same interest. As Kipling said ‘Predestination in the stride o’ yon connecting rods’.
One boy is leaning on the sliding doors nearest the camera. These led, post WW2, into the premises of Mr. Pattie where he operated a repair garage for cars. The scouts used a door at the far end from this. Within the scout part of the building the assembly hall was on the ground floor and was a floored over swimming pool. There was also on this level, a gymnasium where we would hang our marquee and other tents to dry, and quite dilapidated kitchens. The Court of Honour room was also on this level. Upstairs the cubs had their meeting room and each patrol had a room of their own. The Owls, the Lions, the Eagles and, latterly, the Wolf Patrol.
I worked there from 1976 till it closed, still have a few photos and many memories! Brian Nish
Thanks for all this Kenneth. In fact Mrs Pattie had her chip shop in the building at the far end of Woodend terrace. You can see this building in the catalogue entry for Eddie Grimes’ workshop!
The shop was at one time a fish and chip shop run by Mrs. Pattie. On friday night after the scouts meeting at Woodhaven we would repair there and have beans and chips at a cost of 7 pence.
Happy memories Ian. Thanks for these.
My late wife, Edna CRAM, and I were married in St. Fillans in November 1959. The marriage was a happy one and lasted for over 50 years until she passed away about 10 years ago. We and our two children moved to Canada in 1967 and never regretted it , but still have great memories of Newport. Edna lived for many years on Linden Avenue and crossed over to Dundee High School by train each day, before the road bridge was built !
Elderly Mrs. Brodie lived quite near the works. In 1947ish bananas reappeared with considerable fanfare in the Press but were only available to families with children. I tasted my first one then and was bitterly disappointed. Later that day my mother gave me a brown paper bag to deliver to Mrs. Brodie which I did. She looked into the bag, saw a banana, and cried. She had apparently told my mother at some time how much she missed them.
Sad picture. The boats housed in the club were beautiful carvel built wooden boats and were true works of art. Over the river Dundee Corinthians boating club had a four oar with moving seats which was unbeatable of course and I think it was eventually banned from the regattas. We used to swim off the pier between the boating club slip and the bridge. I recall Tiz McKay, a Wormit worthy, swallow diving off the highest part of the pier wearing a white swimming costume, a sight to behold. I knew of only one boy, Colin Milne, who could throw a stone from the beach over the bridge which was a really admirable feat.
The accident happened on a Saturday. The engine was going tender first and the three who died were on the footplate. Oxy acetylene cutting equipment was brought down from Joe Collies garage and my father, Ed Hart, worked with it to cut out the casualties. Afterwards he was given £8 to replace the suit which he had ruined while doing this work and bought a Harris tweed one which my mother hated.
This was “Ladies in Retirement” From the left, in the centre picture, Mary Balfour, Ena Glegg, Sheila Templeton, Winnie Noakes,Flory ? McIntyre. In front Evelyn Martin and Ken Hart (me). Loaned by Catherine Balfour I see who I believe was in my Sunday School class at one time.
Second from the left Sheila Templeton about to strangle Ena Glegg. “Ladies in Retirement”.
In 1948 ish I delivered papers out towards Newton Park as it was then known. Miss Dundas was the proprietor of the post office/paper shop and Mount Stewart Road was known as ‘Postie Brae’. I was paid 3 shillings a week and one delivery on a Saturday was always rewarded with a penny tip carefully wrapped in paper. Miss Dundas wore fingerless gloves and laboriously wrote the name of each customer at the top of the paper.
There were no railings down the middle of the front playground when I was there, only a low wall. The girls went in the west door and the boys the east door. Many happy hours were spent playing hopinchick (hop and check) and huckyduck on the boy’s side.
In the first year of the resurrected Wormit Lawn Tennis Club I won the Milne Cup which was for boys. Also won the mixed doubles in a later year with Joan Cunningham. I think that the handicapping committee were rather kind to Joan and I that year.
During the Fifties there was a drama club called the Green Room Club which used the Rio for its productions. I appeared in one which was ‘Hobson’s Choice’.
Tuks, I was in your class – the English kid, probably hiding behind Margaret, or not there at all. I hated hockey :)! Certainly remember the school and Windmill Park with fondness. Tanya
I can remember going to Dr Taylor as a small child in the 50s to have a septic thumb treated. I think I remember being told not to make a great fuss about it! I also remember a little later playing piano duets with his daughter at his house – arrangements of Beethoven symphonies. I was staying with my grandmother, Margaret Pae, Craigmount, Prospect Terrace, while my parents were in Africa.
John Dotts chemist in Wormit was a part time branch of the TSB. In the 70’s I worked in the Newport branch and we worked a late night in Wormit . I Think it was a Thursday night from 4 until 6pm.
Thanks for that David. Have names in correct order now. You must be Gladys’s son?
Reading from left to right: Bessie Bowman, Mrs (Ma) Craig, Dave (Sarge) Smith, Gladys Lowson, Ella Brown.
This viewpoint was from where, as boys in the sixties, we used to watch the trains. The goods trains would pull up in the yard and the wheel tappers would walk the length of the freight wagons tapping the wheels listening for the tell-tale dull ring of a suspect wheel. If the wagon was full its load would have to be lifted off. Meanwhile the fast freights would pass on the mainline. The evening fish trains heading south would come off the bridge in a hurry; the driver opening up the regulator as the first few wagons passed the signal box. The smoke plumes erupting from the locomotive as it picked up speed. The boisterous, squealing wheels from the protesting trailing vans shouted out but the train rushed past below us with purposeful intent. By early morning the fish would be on sale in Billingsgate!
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