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Norna Clarke from Thurso, Caithness. Posted 12 Mar 2002.
I remember spending lots of times having fun. After school we would first do our homework. There was never a lot of homework from school, just token amounts. Then we’d go out to play in the street, streets were more interesting than gardens because all the kids were out and there was a good sense of community. There was true friendship amongst children. I remember that boys and girls tended to play all together. At play we’d have ball games, skipping and team games . I particularly remember ‘hares and hounds‘ - the person being the ‘hare’ was blindfolded and closed their eyes for five minutes. Everyone else were the hounds and we’d set off as a team, chalking arrows on the floor to leave clues. The object was for the hounds to get back to the den. It could last for a long time and go on for miles. Another thing I’d do with my friends and family would be cycling. I got a second hand bike and we used to cycle as a team. We’d go on mystery tours for hours, just cycling through the streets. It was always very safe, because there was really no traffic then. When we weren’t playing in the street or pedalling for hours, I’d be climbing tress - I was a tomboy and loved it. I’d climb apple trees to pinch the fruit. But you’d have to be careful because there was always a bobby on beat - you always knew that, they were an important part of the community. | | |
|  | Agnes from Ayrshire. Posted 28 Mar 2002.
Growing up as part of a close knit family, for many years I spent my summers split between both sets of my grandparents so that mum and dad could work, I loved this as it meant I was back with all my family in South Ayrshire. All my cousins lived locally or visited my grans' houses regularly so the summer was a time of great mischief. We often walked the 10 or so miles to Loch Doon with our Grandad or older cousin to spend the summer days lazing around and playing in the water. Or we'd go to a burn which ran off the loch and spend the day playing there. We were spoilt for choice as there was waste ground to the right of the street with a stream running through it and a Roman road at the back of Gran's house. Many days we'd play Cowboys and Indians over the waste ground. kerby on the road, beds, tig, and of course chap door run.
We all played safely in the street, without a care in the world, often heading away into the woods at the bottom of the street to play. Ours was a relatively large village I guess, but everyone still seemed to know everyone else, any strangers were noticed, and of course our faithful dog was always there with us to make sure we were safe. He wasn't just a dog, he was part of the family protecting us, joining in the games and sharing any goodies that we had.
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| | Jimmy Mcgregor from Perth. Posted 16 May 2002.
I bless the introduction of legislation governing protection of wild birds.
My home was not far from the sea and we, as boys, would race through the links and sand dunes to the shore of the Moray Firth. Then on to the tightropes on the stake nets making our way out to see how many salmon were in the bag net. These nets projected out to sea at intervals all round the coast and were periodically inspected by fishermen who would fetch the salmon ashore. En route for home we had to pass small lochans where herring gulls, muirhens and other water fowl nested. The herring gull had by far the biggest egg. An egg or sometimes two would be taken from a nest, a fire would be lit and the eggs boiled in a tin. So as not to disappoint the gull, an egg or two would be taken from lots of other nests and placed in the gulls nest with possibly two of its own. The passage of time saw the gull swimming around in the lochan with a whole brood behind her, comprising gulls, muirhens and coots. If a gull had thoughts I often puzzled what they would be under the circumstances.
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| | Eric Rennie from Fraserburgh. Posted 26 Aug 2002.
We youngsters made oor own fun. Oor mates would create competitions. Nae wi lassies. Union Grove, Academy St. Greg St and ? St formed a square. One of us would sit at the corner of Academy St and Union Grove and shout "Go!" Oor mates would run round the square 10 times, the timer sitting there counting from the start: one, two, three, as we hadnae a watch. The first three won and they had to compete again to see who was the winner.
To earn money in those days wed all go to the cliffs beyond Rosehearty and climb cliffs to collect seagull's eggs and sell them to Reid's the bakers. The bugger conned us! He wanted 13 eggs, a bakers dozen. The greedy bugger. The next 13 eggs we delivered to Reids were bonnie, displayed in a fishy box, not 13 eggs but 63 eggs, all ready to hatch!
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| | Gordon Menzies from Kinross shire. Posted 14 Mar 2006.
Song written by Harry Hagan recorded by Gaberlunzie and protected by Gaberlunzie Music
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| | Siobhan Tolland from Aberdeen. Posted 8 Apr 2002.
Can anyone remember playing the jingo-ring and would they like to tell me about it, and how they played it?
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| | Jackie. Posted 2 Jun 2002.
Anyone remember this?
Sam The Skull
A'hm a cat, ah'm a cat, ah'm a Glesca cat,
ma name is Sam The Skull.
Ah've got claws on ma paws like crocodile's jaws
and a heid like a fermer's bull.
Ah'm not the kind of cat that sat on the mat
Or even by the fireside rug,
Ah'm the kind of cat that malkies rats
and eats the occasional dug.
You can hear them say down Shettleston way,
"Here comes Sam The Skull."
He's got claws on his paws like crocodile's jaws
and a heid like a fermers bull.
He's not the kind of cat that sat on the mat
Or even by the fireside rug.
He's the kind of cat that malkies rats
and eats the occasional dug.
The polis station down our way,
has bars on the windae sill.
Its not to keep the prisoners in,
its to keep oot Sam The Skull.
A'hm a cat, ah'm a cat, ah'm a Glesca cat,
ma name is Sam The Skull.
Ah've got claws on ma paws like crocodile's jaws
and a heid like a fermer's bull.
Ah'm not the kind of cat that sat on the mat
Or even by the fireside rug.
Ah'm the kind of cat that malkies rats
and eats the occasional dug.
You can hear them say down Shettleston way,
"By the way, whatever became of Sam the Skull?"
He had claws on his paws like crocodile's jaws
and a heid like a fermer's bull.
Well you can tell them from me
that ah'm still roamin' free
and never a day is dull.
Ah know it might sound absurd
But ah'm living wi' a burd
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| | Peter Devers. Posted 28 Nov 2002.
Well done that man. I've been looking for the lyrics for that song for ages. Gaberlunzie sing it.
Peter.
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| | Allan France from Manchester. Posted 12 Sep 2003.
The lyrics of the song are slightly different as the last line is 'in a single end in Maryhill'.
It was sung by Alistair McDonald and you can buy it on the Album 'The Patter'. You will be able to find it on a scottish website called www.magicscotland.com
I hope this helps
Allan
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| | jim fenwick from glasgow. Posted 24 Oct 2003.
the line -even the fireside rug, should read - or the kind that ye gie a hug also the lyrics are in the wrong order, and some are missing altogether. i know because it was my brother in law Harry Hagen who wrote it and used to sing it at parties in the 70s.
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