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In my young day

In My Young Day by Mhairi Pyott.


Currently featured on the front pages of the newspapers are concerns regarding “Recycling Centres” and their availability to members of the public . Everywhere you can find them. Collections skips for clear glass, green glass, cotton goods, woollens, clothes for re-use. We have become a nation aware of the need to slow down the amount of waste our country generates every single day. This recycling project is by no means a brain wave of today’s bright boffins. Recycling of materials has gone on for centuries. People born before the Second World War, will distinctly recall how little waste there was to be found at the end of each day, from the average family home. In the first instance there was a short supply of money, which in itself promoted careful use of all material things. The sound of a bugle heralded the arrival of the ragman’s horse and cart on a collection round. “Bring out your woollen rags and get the bairns a goldfish” I desperately wanted one of those fish for a pet. ” You must have something old and woollen Granny?”, I nagged at her. I can picture it yet as she pulled off her ‘working ‘ cardigan, “Take the clothes off my back, and maybe I’ll get a minutes peace, lassie”. I got the fish in a jam jar — a fair exchange for Granny’s jumper that was darned, patched, and most possibly worn by several owners before being handed over to her. Needless to say that the fish had not survived very long

The jam jar would have been stored with others and exchanged at the local ‘rag store’ for cash. In some towns it was an accepted practice, that two jam jars paid entrance to the cinema. Glass lemonade bottles were another good source of pocket money, if collected and returned to the shops. Even those that had been stored under the bed for days in the production of that fabulous drink Sugarelly Water, made from a stick of hard liquorice, placed in the bottle with water, shaken vigorously, then stored in the dark beneath the bed, to mature.

With the War on and everything rationed, and produced under the ‘Utility Regulations’, new clothes were something of a novelty. Out grown or part worn garments were handed from family to family, dependent on who had someone the size and shape to fit. Fashion never seemed to be part of the equation. “Run up to the meal store, or the bakery and see if they have any flour bags”, was a common command. Washed and bleached, they could be turned into pillowcases, table cloths, blouses, knickers in fact anything Granny set her mind on having.

When wearing apparel could no longer be considered respectable enough to be seen in public, then it was handed over to Grandad. On the dark winter nights he spent many hours with a home made ‘cleek’ looping multi coloured strips of rags through a canvas sack., ultimately ending up with a brightly coloured designed hearth rug. Blankets, thinned by many years of service were revitalised when covered with squares of material from all types of items. Flannel shirts, curtains, aprons, dresses, anything at all. It was a good game to play at night looking at the various patches and remembering where you had last seen them.

Jumble sales at the Sally Army were great material sources, for re-fashioning. A man’s large woollen pullover could be ‘rattled down’, the wool washed then knitted again into several smaller garments. “Hold your arms up, and still”. What a tiresome job it was holding up hanks of wool until they could be wound into a ball. “There you’ve let some drop and it’s all tangled up now” The agony being prolonged until the knots were unravelled. The final parting of woollens and clothes was normally at the time of the ‘Spring Cleaning’. This involved a journey to the ‘Rag Store’. “Clean woollens over there, and others to this side” was the instruction before weighing the separate lots in exchange for cash.

Rabbit skins were also much sought after, with regular door to door callers requesting the honour of “taking them off your hands”.  With food, including meat being rationed and living in a rural area they must have done good business, as many a Sunday dinner started off in a poachers pocket. Any household garbage such as vegetable peelings were quickly added to the compost heap, or collected as swill for local pig farmers. There were still several families who kept a pig in their garden for their own use.

The age of plastic containers had still not arrived, which meant most packaging was of paper or cardboard. Apart from what was utilised , cut into squares for ‘delicate personal ‘ use, all newspapers wrapping and clean paper was carefully stored, then collected by the ‘ scaffles’ on refuse day. Old prams, bicycles and bits of toys were turned into ‘carties’, or saved as spare parts. Broken or unwanted furniture was used as fuel, for the fire when coal was in short supply. Zinc buckets, some still with the obvious white and maroon paint, from the berry fields were filled with ashes from the open fires in every home, and set out for collection on the day appointed by the Cleansing department.

There never appeared to be any other type of rubbish left on the pavements. Certainly nothing to put in today’s selection of multi coloured wheelie bins. With the advent of smoke free zones and central heating it should mean a reduction in the amount of garbage. No ashes for a start. Recycling collection points overflowing, and yet we need the emptying services for the blue, black, brown, and green, chest high receptacles at regular intervals. There certainly wasn’t all that rubbish when I was young.

When I Was Young

All the talk was about underwear, and candle parties, who was attending which `keep fit` groups. The conversation of the young mothers had little interest in someone of my age group, waiting at the school gate to escort my grandchild safely home.   I stood gazing across the school wall into the empty playground. Soon it would be bursting with shouts of pleasure as around one hundred five years old bairns rushed out into freedom.

Had things been the same when I attended the `infants school` all those many years ago?   I can still recall the name of my first teacher, when I was enrolled at the tender age of four years old.

Outbreak of War, and the need for women to work in the munitions factories, prompted the government into early school placements.

No fancy computers then.

How well I can remember the small brown case to carry my slate, skailie (slate pencil), and a small Oxo tin, with a damp cloth to clean my slate

Before that tearful first morning, my mother had burned my name on the wooden frame around the slate with a poker heated to red hot in the open coal fire. “You’re a big lassie now, drink up the milk the teacher will give you, and do as you are told and you will be fine. Remember if you hear the siren then run for the air raid shelter after you have put on your gas mask. Mam will be here at home when you get out at four”

Perhaps there had been more said, but basically that was the message given to me and my other classmates.  One girl in my class I recognised, as she lived with her Granny across the` close` from mine.   Our playing together had brought me a rather painful experience.  This followed having two beads surgically removed from my nose at the Infirmary, with a pair of vicious looking forceps, by Voluntary Aid Detachment nurse.

Granny had been non too happy when I announced before Grandad “ We were just playing at being Grannies and taking snuff up our noses like you do” Weavers and those in the linen trade developed the habit of snuff taken to clear the factory dust from their sinuses. Not something approved by my grandfather.

I can recall the look that passed between them.

My mother who was a very loving and caring person, out of character, smacked my backside as a warning of what to expect should I not behave myself when Granny was my minder.  Fortunately the teacher never took such drastic actions.  There must have been times when she was sorely tempted. Air raid shelter drill must have been a teacher` nightmare.

“Come along now, hurry up, quickly without running , into the shelter where you will be safe”.  We all sat on a wooden sparred bench the length of the dark, dingy and damp smelling, windowless narrow corridors, designed to promote our survival.   A teacher would hand us a hard boiled sweet. Chewing was supposed to lessen the noise of bombing !!!

“Now put on your gas masks and we will all sing some songs together”           What `Ten Green Bottles Hanging on the Wall ` and `Underneath the Spreading Chestnut Tree`, sounded like I have no idea. The adjudicators at the Music Festivals would have had their work cut out reporting our efforts.  Some of the class would start crying for their Mum. They were mostly the evacuees. My special friend had come from York, where the bombing experience had been bad. There were trainloads of evacuees arriving at the station. Labels were tied to their jacket collars, gas masks slung over their shoulders, and brown paper parcels of clothes under their arms. They were marched along the street to the Salvation Army Hall.

After tea and refreshments they were taken to their temporary homes to meet the unknowns who had volunteered to care for them.  At four o`clock I would run along home with the other children who lived in the street. We all had keys tied with ribbon or a string tied around our necks.                                                 “The bairns need to get into the house if we are held up in getting home” was the given reason for this custom.  The mothers who worked part time finished at four o`clock to be home about the same time as we arrived. Some had to pick up the younger children from the newly built nursery. Even the babies in my young day were doing their bit for the War Effort, by being separated from their mothers who were saving Britain in the manufacturing of bombs.

Free at last after tea. Out to play around the `back doors`. `Shoppies` in the outside lavatory. Grown ups did not approve of this game. With several families sharing the use of our `shop` for legitimate purposes, we seldom found it free for open business.   Maybe a concert in the washing house.   What a grand stage the boiler made.   “There is someone’s Mam shouting.  Sing up louder and we`ll say we never heard them”, one of the older bairns would say.                                    “ Are you going to the `Sallies` tomorrow?”  A choice of Activities. The Juniors or Young Soldiers.  “ If you go forward and get saved you get a slice of dumpling “Yes I was saved.

“Would you bairns do as you are told and get away home before it`s black dark” was the orders of the washing `taker in` from the communal drying green.     “The Bobbies or the Air Raid Warden will get you if you don`t get a move on”   We were so innocent and safe apart from the threat of Hitler`s War.

“ Oh there you are. I thought that maybe you had got lost in the dark. Run up to the chip shop for a penny bag for your supper. That`s a good girl. Take the torch and remember to shine it on the ground because of the black out”   What a treat a poke of chips was. No fear of the dark and passing the end of the closes. There was nothing to be frightened of but Hitler, and all the dads were away from home to sort him out.  The chips were eaten on the way home. At first so hot you had to grip them between your teeth and blow. When you reached the bottom of the paper bag, the last few were congealed in a soggy mass of salt, grease and vinegar. Fingers licked clean, before touching the polished brass door knob.

“Tomorrow is Saturday and you`ll get a long lie. What`s happened to your skirt it`s torn at the back ?”  “Must have been that nail on the lavvie wall for hanging the paper squares on”.   No Soft toilet tissue for us. Newspaper squares finished off the job.  “Need to try and mend it then for there are no clothing coupons, or money to get you another one. You cannot go to the school with a hole. in your skirt”

The school bell rang and brought me back to the present day.

“They`ll be out in a minute”, said the young girl who had joined me at the wall.  Sure enough , out came a mad rush of blue, white and grey. Ties squint, shirt tails half tucked in waistbands. Blue uniform blazers trailing from shoulders. School bags of all colours, and decorated by Power Rangers, My Little Pony, Fireman Sam.   “Hi Gran this is the work I did on the computer this afternoon,” said the joy of my heart, handing me a long sheet of print out paper.  Before I had time to answer he added . “Can you take the car round by Sam`s house as I want him to come for tea and play in our garden”.

Other similar arrangements, were being made by the young mothers, waiting beside me.   “Yes if you can pick the girls up from Brownies, then I`ll see to the boys from football training. One of the men can pick up the older ones from Orchestra and Choir practice. It will be easy for them after being to the meeting about `Children & Drugs Awareness` lecture.

No one going for the concert in the washing house, but of course everyone has Utility rooms now. No shops in outside lavvies. No drugs awareness either. Granny`s snuff was enough for us, and even then we were not brave enough to try the real thing. Hitler was our only `bogey man`. There never seemed to be funny men to offer sweets and take us away forever.

Things have certainly changed since my young days at infant school. I asked myself had it been changes for the better, was technology giving our bairns a better chance in life?

I wonder. ! ! !

Heritage Walk – Two

Monifieth South Church, Queen Street, Hill Street, Albert Street, Durham Street, Grange Road, Paradise

Our walk starts at the junction of Church Street and Hill Street, beside the once grand entrance to Seaview House. On our right at the lower end of Queen street stands the Monifieth South Church.

South Church

South Church

We have already learned of the twists and turns of the congregations of Monifieth churches which were involved in the troubles from 1843. You may recall the  story of Rev Samuel Millar who ‘left his manse, stipend and kirk’ for his principled beliefs, the formation of the Monifieth North Kirk at Hillocks, at the parish boundary with Kingennie, then the 1869 application for a ‘preaching station’ within the village.

Hillock Kirk c1910

Hillock Kirk c1910

Consequently in 1872 for £1000 and ‘free manual labour’ by the then congregation  in a more simple form than the present day ornate construction, the Monifieth South Church was built. Perhaps the economies of past parishioners is reflected in the recording of ‘purchased from a shipyard, at a cost of £3, a bell to he placed in the belfry’. The first wooden tower to house the bell was blown down in a severe gale. The present magnificent tower to house the bell, was the replacement erected at the same time as a gallery was installed within the main church building in 1884. The Manse which is to be found within the ‘glebe’ in Queen Street, was built in 1874. The money was raised for these modifications by the Congregation who held fund raising efforts, which included a bazaar held in the Kinnaird Hall, in Dundee. Recent celebrations of the 150th anniversary of the formation of Monifieth South Church, reflected the dedication of the congregation, some descended from families who followed their minister Rev Millar for the ‘freedom of the Kirk’. Only a few yards from St Rules the Parish Kirk with ‘the split now resolved, there are good relations between both. Monifieth can boast that there are indeed ‘good relations between all the differing places of worship of varying religious beliefs within the burgh and most community events within any of the local church halls are non- denominational’.

Within Queen Street and beyond the South Church Manse is a small housing estate within the grounds of Tighnduin House. Old maps show that this was the property of one of the Gilroy family, the owners of one of the largest textile manufacturing factories in Dundee. Their premises, which employed well over one thousand workers, can still be seen in the city’s Ward Road, of course redeveloped for other businesses. We return back down towards Hill Street, noting the Seaview Primary School playing fields where once there was a street known as Glebe Street, connecting Queen and Victoria Streets.

Monifieth perhaps with their removal of a street name indirectly separated a Queen from her crown!. We proceed along Hill Street in the direction of the thoroughfare named after Victoria’s consort, namely Albert Street. When we are almost at the junction, an ornate lampost can be seen outside what was the former home of one of Monifieth’s most respected Provosts. It was customary to erect a light outside the local dignitaries homes as a sign of recognition and respect of the high office held. Although there are dwellings on either side, the six foot high boundary wall of Monifieth House can still be recognised. Monffieth House Hotel as it is now, but affectionately known to all locals as the ‘Guestie’ was the family home of the Lyell family, the brothers James C Lyell and Charles Lyell, who first introduced jute spinning to Monifieth in  1873 at what was later to become Low & Duff’s foundry. Adjoining the Guestie’ in Albert Street, is the private Monifieth bowling club, reputedly on of the best in Tayside. You can also find a street named Fonstane after the mysterious block of stone, which has for centuries roused curiosity and questions as to its origins. Although we are in the vicinity of the road named Paradise and houses built on what was fields referred to by this illustrious name, we have still some distance to cover before we reach our destination.

We will walk along Durham Street, named after the historic family of Grange and surrounding estates of Ethiebeaton, Ardownie, Omachie, Pitkerro and Easter Powrie.

Durham Street

Durham Street

In 1534 john Durham, second son of the seventh Durham , laird of Grange bought one third of the estate of Pitkerro, from James Scrimgeour, Constable of Dundee. Alexander Durham, the third laird of Pitkerro served James VI of Scotland and 1st of Great Britain as Silversmith and Marshal. His son James Durham became James VI & 1st’s cashier and Clerk of Exchequer. The Durham’s of Monifieth district certainly a legacy of historical interest to those who would wish to read their story. Most of the villa’s built in the street named in celebration of their feats were built by and locally known as the ‘Syndicate Houses’. Local tradesmen formed a building syndicate and made a combined effort both in labour and financial costs to erect desirable properties for sale to private individuals. The houses are a credit to their inspired business sense and excellent craftsmanship.

After crossing Bank Street, where can be seen the excellent houses built with council funds, immediately post Second World War, for rent by natives of the burgh, we approach the junction with Grange Road

Seven Arches

Seven Arches

Before us we can see the Monifieth High School built beside the Seven Arches and Panmure fields where the bleaching was carried out in bygone days. We can also trace the wanderings of the Dighty burn which provided power for so many industries by its banks. The Dighty Water starts it’s journey to the sea rising in the Lochs of Lundie. Throughout it’s meanderings it is fed by many smaller tributaries one of which being the Lammerton burn which marks the boundary between Dundee and Murroes. We have already visited the part where it passes from the Linlathen estate beside the ‘Cauld Water Wellie’, then on from the den, under the Dundee to Arbroath Road to Balmossie Mill, then past the place of the ancient chapel of Eglismonichty, under the Seven Arches. Near to this spot legend would have us believe there is a deep pool, many years ago known as Rob’s Pool’. The story relates how a farm worker when ploughing a field nearby, fell into the ‘hole’ and disappeared with the plough. Perhaps this tale has some connection with the unfortunate death of Robert Easson, the miller from nearby Balmossie Mill, who fell into the dam and was drowned in May 1898. Superstition then being that the pool was bottomless. Despite its picturesque appearance the Dighty water is not to be misjudged having been the cause of several people losing their lives through accidental drowning.

Balmossie Bridge

Balmossie Bridge

As we climb up the hilly’ ascent of Grange road we observe on our left Milton House Hotel

The Milton

The Milton

History tells us that this is one of the oldest residences in the burgh. Formerly named Grange cottage it was refurbished in 1912, by the then owner Thomas Anderson, when the crow stepped gables were added giving it the appearance of a Scottish baronial Residence. Previously a mill was to be found nearby. In 1890 the ‘little’ mill which had been a very busy place was becoming ruinous and a short time later required to be demolished. Spinning and several other industries over the previous years had been carried out here. Grange cottage, as if was then known, was the mill owners house.

Burnside Milton

Burnside Milton

On the high ground behind the cottage were several workmen’s houses. The last noted carrying on a business within the ‘little’ mill was John Watson, who produced wooden ware and household utensils, such as ladles, bowls and brose cups. Certainly the meals provided by the present day hotel are far removed from the meat and milk staple diets of the past. Perhaps the previous occupants of the two older typical farm cottages on our right would have been more acquainted with the porridge, brose and bannocks regime. At one time surrounded by farmland and green fields they must have indeed been worthy of their name Paradise Cottages. This given name Paradise was quite popular throughout Scotland, during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, to denote an area of ground which had been enclosed and planted. Enjoy the spectacular view while at the same time pin pointing places of interest seen on our trails. Hopefully something has been learned of Monifieth, its history, industries and most of all its people. If not then being in the fresh sea air can only have been of benefit to your health, walking where once was only sheep roads and rabbits burrows’. Reconsider now, in your opinion is Monifieth the ‘hill of the stag’ or is it a ‘monks land or Holy place’?. Certainly within its boundaries things have grown and blossomed, perhaps as our forefathers named their fertile ground they may have been more accurate by naming the burgh Paradise.known-as-monifieth



Memories by Daniel Robertson R.I.P.

Our honorary member Dan Robertson has passed away.

His funeral was at 10.30am Friday 19th of August at Parkgrove, Friockheim.


 by Daniel Robertson

Dan Robertson

Dan Robertson

Table of Contents


The Early Years

My Apprenticeship.

The Merchant Navy Years. 


Lynn has asked several times to record periods in my life from an early age

so the family can be aware of what my life was like, especially the early

years. As I can recall most of the time up to fairly recently I thought I’d

better make a start to it. I’m well aware that at my age now (90) the memory

does diminish and it’s difficult to recall things that happen of late.

The Early Years

Best to start at the beginning, I was born at 12 Parker Place, Broughty Ferry

on 21-10-1922 at 7.55am. Apparently I had to go to the Dundee Royal

Infirmary at 18 months old to have an operation for gland trouble to the

right hand side of my neck and the scar was visible for many years after. It

doesn’t seem possible but I can recall being bathed by a nurse on a stool by

the side of a bath in Hospital, surprisingly it has always been clear to me

about that occasion.

Schooling for me started just before my fifth birthday at the Western

Primary School just minutes from where I lived – it is now a medical clinic

(Grove Health Centre).

I can remember my first teacher, a Miss Mann, then Miss Gilchrist and Miss

Croll. A Miss Willcox was my last teacher. A Mr Byrse was the Head Master at

the Western before I left and there were 2 choices of subject to decide which

secondary school you would attend. The Grove Academy, which was fee paying

teaching commercial subjects and the Eastern Technical School teaching

practical subjects. The Eastern is the one I went to. The Grove became a

similar free school 2 years later and that is where my 2 sisters Ella and

Zena went.

The headmaster at the Eastern was Mr Leslie Reid, Mr Dalgleish being the

senior English Teacher, Mr Seath for Maths and Miss Wilson for Science.

I enjoyed the time I spent there, until I left to start my apprenticeship at

James F Low Engineers in Monifieth (People called it The Monifieth Foundry)

That was on 3rd August 1937, but more of that later.

I attended St. Mary’s Scottish Episcopal church in Queen Street, Broughty Ferry.

I was baptised by Rev. A.W. Wheatley and confirmed by Bishop Kenneth in

Brechin on Palm Sunday 1937.

As our family were church members it was natural that I would join the

church Cubs and follow into the Scouts – the 3rd Broughty Ferry / 25th Dundee Group.

I sang in the church choir and this meant practice nights – boys on a

Thursday and the men on a Friday. We also had a practice on Sunday morning

before the service. Bible class in the afternoon and the evening service to


Mr Brown was the choir master and church organist who let us know when we

 were not up to scratch.

Sunday school summer picnics were quite an occasion and the venue was always

the Linlathern Estate Grounds.

Getting there and back was the best part of the outing. We sat on forms on a long flat cart which was pulled by a Clydesdale horse named “Rob Roy”. It was quite a long way to go as the estate was situated on the Arbroath Road on the outskirts of Broughty Ferry.

Mr Brown would occasionally invite two or three of the older boys to have

Breakfast at his house after the early morning practice. He was unmarried

but was not a young man and lived with his very elderly mother. I didn’t

look forward to the breakfasts as his cooking left a lot to be desired.

Bacon and eggs and black pudding etc. swimming in dreadful black grease.

I was a choir member up until 14 to 15 years when my soprano voice broke. At

that stage we were having a rehearsal of Handel’s Largo after evening

service and the congregation stayed on to hear it. The organ seat was a long

bench which enabled the organist to reach the many foot pedals and I was to

help by sitting at the end and turning the music pages when he nodded his

head. Unfortunately, he was as usual quite active and pushed me off the bench

to land on the foot pedals with result there was a dreadful din. I was never

asked to do this again.

The Cubs would meet weekly in the Church Hall and we would learn the basics

ready for when we graduated to the Scouts at the age of 10 or so. Once you

were at the Scouts we would meet weekly in an old school building in David

Street near the beach area.

We were formed into groups of six or so, where we would learn about a range

of activities and when they were completed successfully a linen badge was

given and sewn onto your jersey that was part of the uniform. Each of the

“sixes” had a bird name. In my case it was the Hawks. Each group was led by

a “sixer” and a “second”. Once you had reached that rank it was then that

you had to instruct the juniors.

There were outdoor activities which were carried out in the grounds of a mansion in West Ferry. It was called Ashwood and it was owned by the District Commissioner of Scouts – a Mr Leslie Smith, a fairly wealthy Jute Manufacturer.

When it came to the annual summer camp we usually camped at his summer estate. It was called Kinclune Estate near Pearsy outside Kirriemuir in Angus.

It had all the facilities for camping and practising all the outdoor

activities. I was fortunate to have spent the school holiday period there,

prior to moving up from the Cubs to the Scouts. Once I attended as a cub and

there were also scouts and older Rover scouts there too. 

Arrangements had been made with some shops in Kirriemuir to supply us daily

with our food needs and the local bus service would drop it off at the

nearest road so it was a daily chore for us to collect the shopping from the

bus driver. It was a good two miles away and a rota was set up to make sure

that everyone did their bit.

Setting up camp was good training for newcomers – which meant digging

latrines etc. We could always supplement our meals by using our home made

bits of branches to catch rabbits.

The nearest church was 3 miles away so it was a route march to attend the

Sunday service. Mr Smith’s chauffeur would use his Rolls Royce saloon to

carry groups of boys to the church so it was quite an experience to arrive

in such a luxurious fashion.

Apart from the annual camp we had weekend camps, which were more local.

Transport to these were carried out using our own trailer assisted by

pulling ropes attached to the wheel hubs.

When I was growing up most boys and girls liked to earn a bit of extra

pocket money by delivering newspapers or milk to local homes.

One of my class mate’s father had a milk round and when a vacancy occurred I

was able to get a job. The man was James Kennedy Sr. who lived in the steel

houses at Craigiebank. He had a saloon car that had rear seats outside, but

he converted that area with a platform that carried space for holding the

milk cans and bottles. The cans were ten gallon ones that carried the milk

with taps to run the milk into whatever receptacle was required. There was a

dairy situated at the Stannergate and he kept his vehicle there and

collected the milk at Batchelor’s Farm which was situated at the back of

Claypots Castle.

There was a cottage nearby where the farm hand and his family lived. He and

his two daughters, Margaret and Alice Sneezby did the milking and supplied

the milk that we delivered locally. No health and safety then and the ten

gallon cans were topped up by filtering the milk straight from the cows.

It was an early start every morning and I would usually be there by 6am

waiting for the car to arrive. When the weather was cold, it was good to

warm your hands on the milk cans.

The Claypots area was close to the West End area of the Ferry and there were

many large buildings and dwellings that we delivered to.

After a while I had a box fitted to my bike and while the two other girls 

delivered locally I would deliver to the homes that were mostly in the

Broughty Ferry area.

It was a seven day working week and we also had an afternoon delivery after school. I can’t recall how much we were paid, but it was only about 4 shillings a week, I think.

During school holidays I helped out by cycling to the dairy at the Stannergate to wash the milk cans and the bottles.

I must have done this for about a year and a half.

Alice Sneezby eventually married my Uncle Tommy and Margaret married Daniel Robertson, a son of one of my grandfather’s brothers.

By the time that the Second World War started, volunteers of local people

were needed to do evening stints as Firewatchers on buildings of value.

The Scouts were asked to assist in this and the local Eastern School was

allocated to us. It entailed picking up volunteers from their homes and

taking them back when they had finished their time of duty.

We assisted them by checking the buckets of sand (for putting out fires).

Also checking that water with stirrup pumps were all in their allotted areas

– mostly in the upper stories and loft areas.

We only helped during the dark evenings as it really was difficult to sometimes see, due to the “no lights” orders. Some areas were protected by sandbags and bricked entrances, so I think that the volunteers liked what we did to help. 

My Apprenticeship.

I had started my apprenticeship before the war started so a lot of my time

was taken up by my “Fire Fighting” chores. I had to eventually give it up as

the Foundry in Monifieth was working on war work and we were all asked to

work extra hours, which I did even though I was only an apprentice.

Finishing my education in 1937, I was fortunate to arrange a job at James F

Low & Co Ltd in Monifieth on 3rd August 1937.

An apprenticeship lasted 5 years and during that time you would learn all

about the production of machines that were to be used in Dundee and

worldwide. They specialised in all aspects of the machines used in the jute

trade. Being a local firm Low’s were well placed to supply equipment for

these machines to be manufactured.

As an apprentice your training would cover all aspects of skill in machine

manufacture. At its peak the Foundry had about 1,000 employees so there were

lots of different skills to learn.

When the war started in 1939, like all engineering firms nationally, we had

to change our production methods to whatever was needed for the war effort.

New skills had to be learnt and one of those was machines for the production

of five hundred pound bombs and parts for aircraft manufacture. Machines for

all of these were needed for increased production nationwide.

With the previous call-up of some of the male employees, women were starting

to fill the vacancies wherever possible.

Apprentices had their training schedules changed and did their share in all

the areas of production. This was an excellent opportunity to learn new

skills and I was fortunate to be transferred to all areas, finishing up near

the end of my apprenticeship in the Toolroom. We were producing more skilled

products than normal and we all worked lots of extra hours and even the

apprentices were included in this.

The Merchant Navy Years.

I decided after my apprenticeship was finished in 1942 to volunteer to join

the Merchant Navy.

Being in a reserved occupation I thought it unlikely that I would be allowed

to leave my current job, but decided to try.

Luckily for me there had been a precedent as an apprentice, older than me

who finished his apprenticeship in 1940, had been allowed to join the Merchant Navy.

His father who now worked in the Foundry had been at sea himself as an

engineer and after leaving the sea had become a representative of the

shipping company he had sailed with. This was the Port Line (a subsidiary of

the Cunard White Star Line). So it was natural that his son would follow in

that career. He joined in 1940 and came ashore in 1941 to study for his

second Engineer certificate. Having succeeded in doing so, he was waiting to

be recalled back for war service.

While he was waiting he started back in the Foundry – he was called Bill

Shand and worked alongside me in the Toolroom and I used to listen to the

recounting of his time at sea.

Eventually the Merchant Navy authorities did get in touch and he was told to return to the Merchant Navy Pool.

As it was near the end of my final year I asked if I could join too and his

father contacted the Port Line and managed to get me an offer of a position

with them. I accepted the offer and after a lot of negotiation managed to get

my release from the Foundry. I joined Bill on his return to the Port Line

and joined the ship with him. That was in June 1942 and we set out with our

rail passes to join the “Port Jackson” in Cardiff.

It was a long rail journey and we arrived there in the morning and set out

for the dock area where the ship was berthed. It was a surprise for me when

I saw the “Port Jackson” as I had never seen a ship as big before.

We reported to the Chief Engineer and he asked a lot of questions. He

interviewed Bill Shand and passed him for duty and once he knew my

background he said that I would soon get into the routine and passed me too.

Bill was to be the “Junior Fourth” and I was one of the three Juniors. Bill’s

cabin was located on the port side and mine was on the starboard side next

to what was the wireless operators cabin. There were ten engineers and three

freezer engineers. The wireless engineers cabin was specially reinforced

with concrete blocks and extended over mine so that was quite reassuring.

M.V Port Jackson

M.V Port Jackson


The Port Jackson was a refrigerator ship and normally used to carry food

stuff. I spent the first few days getting familiar with my responsibilities

in the engine room.

Bill Shand was a good help as he had already served on another of the

company ships.

After the restrictions at home with food rationing, the meals we were given

were absolutely marvellous and I soon started to put on weight.

The total engineering staff was 10 for the main engines cover and 3 fridge


We set sail for South America on July 8th 1942 and as we did not travel in

convoy, but as an independent ship, the journey across the Atlantic was

uneventful and we arrived at our first port of call La Plata on 1st August


As we carried no cargo we started to load frozen meat and other tinned


On to Buenos Aires for more cargo and then to Montevideo for the same.

It was a quick turnaround from there and shore time for us was pretty

short, so there was not a great deal of opportunity for sightseeing. One

evening I went ashore for a drink, at what seemed to be a fairly large

restaurant and was very surprised to see some German sailors there.

They were survivors of the battleship Graf Spee and we had seen their ship as we

entered the harbour, where her Captain had scuttled her. I had assumed that

the crew would have been interned, but obviously not and they seemed to be

enjoying themselves.

Once fully loaded we set off for home and were due back to unload in

Liverpool. Things happened during that next week or so that let me see that

it was not going to be as uneventful a trip as the outward one.

Being a fairly fast ship we travelled alone and sailed in a zig zag fashion

to make it more difficult for the U boats to accurately discharge their

torpedoes. One week out we spotted a lifeboat filled with crew members. We

were told never to stop to pick people up as the Germans were guilty of

using these poor people as decoys. Instead we reduced speed a bit and threw

them a line and got them on board and cast their lifeboat adrift and

proceeded at full speed ahead.

There must have been about 15 to 20 men and only one officer, the rest were

laskers from India or Pakistan.

By now I was able to carry out my duties with the two other watch mates. A

Yorkshire chap who was the Senior Third Engineer and a Welshman who was the

Senior Fourth Engineer. Bill Shand was the Junior Fourth Engineer but he was

on another shift.

I was the Junior and stayed with the same two chaps for all of my time with

the ship. We were scheduled to work 4 hours at a time and 8 hours off and

our shift was 12 to 4 daytime and then 12 to 4 at night.

On 27th August 1942 I was on the 12 to 4 watch from midnight when suddenly

the order came from the bridge, ” full steam ahead”. That was the two

Seniors responsibility and as we had two Diesel engines, this involved

notching up the control levers. This had to be done one notch at a time and

very slowly as you can’t suddenly jump to maximum speed and they did this by

taking one engine each.

I still had my routine to carry out and wondered what was happening. It was

always very hot in the engine room and I usually stood between the engine

controls to get the advantage of the big cooling fans directly above. It 

felt safer there than down the driving shaft tunnels, where we had to check

the main bearings of the propeller shafts.

Suddenly we could hear a crash and soot and carbon came down the extractor

fans from above. We only wore a pair of white overalls and a beret because

of the heat and some debris fell on my head, fortunately my beret saved me

as a little bit of shrapnel landed on my head. It was just a small piece so

I wasn’t hurt. I picked it up and it was still warm. I kept it for a

souvenir for years but eventually lost it.

I was glad when I had to go up and waken the Junior at 8 bells (15minutes

before the watch ended) I later learned that we had been attacked by U-516

submarine, who while on the surface hit us with two shell shots, one through

the funnel and one into the side of the ship well above the water line.

We were firing back at the flashes of their deck gun until our gunnery

officer realised that they were also firing at our gun flashes, and stopped

our firing. We managed to slip away in the heavy fog.

The U561

The U561


Believe it or not, sixty years after this incident, I had a friend at

Holyrood Church in Carnoustie who checked on the history of U-516 submarine

for me. It turned out that first while submerged, it had fired 4 torpedoes

at us and missed with them all. Their records showed that after they

surfaced they had fired 14 shells at us and had only stopped as their 

Captain thought that our firing was too accurate. We certainly had a lucky


Anyway we made our way back safely to Liverpool and discharged our cargo.

As our trip had not been of long duration we only qualified for a few days

leave to home, after which Bill and I returned to Liverpool where the ship

was being loaded for our next trip. Looking at the cargo it was obvious that

we were going somewhere where there were forces as our cargo was tanks,

guns, lorries and everything that was needed by the troops.

By then we knew it was going to be a longish trip and after touching in to

Belfast Lough we set sail. First stop was Freetown on the East coast of

Africa but we didn’t get ashore there. We were however inundated by native

boats all trying to sell us souvenirs. Funnily enough they all claimed to

have names like McGregor, McKenzie and other Scottish names.

Leaving there we travelled down the East coast of Africa, round Cape Town to

eventually tie up at Durban. Then up the West coast to Aden and through the

Suez Canal and across the Indian Ocean and the Pacific to Freemantle in

Australia, that was the port for the town of Perth.

Next across the Australian Bight to Port Pirie, from there to the Port of

Sidney, I assume for fuel, as we did not offload anything. We were able to

go ashore there to see the sights.

Next to New Zealand to Napier, Auckland for some stores and then all the way

back to where we had come from – through the Suez Canal to Port Said then to

Haifa (Palestine) where all the guns etc. were offloaded.

As we were now clear of our cargo it was back to Australia and then back to

New Zealand to pick up our usual cargo of frozen food. On board we had a

group of Australian soldiers who were going back home. Crossing the Pacific

we ran into a very calm swell and the soldiers suffered with terrible sea

sickness and spent a lot of time in their hammocks.

Leaving Sidney it was all the way to Bluff in New Zealand – the most

southerly point in the South Island. We loaded up there and then on to Port

Chalmers which was the port for Duneden. Now being full again of cargo it

was time to return to the UK but not the same way that we had come. Instead

it was to Christbal and through the Panama Canal and finally back to

Liverpool safely on 14th July 1943.

Most of us on board were not “impressed” by the Senior Second Engineer and

because of this myself and many others decided to leave this ship at this


We were due nearly one months leave and at the end of it I had to contact

the Mercantile Marine Pool in London to get a new ship, so with a rail pass

I set off for London.

On the train I met a chap who was doing the same as me, he lived in Baxter

Park Terrace, Dundee but had never been to sea. We booked into the Merchant

Navy’s headquarters and the next day set off to the Pool Offices where the

Superintendent gave each of us a card to go to their offices, to see what

was on offer.

Before my parents had signed my papers to let me go to sea, my mother had

made me promise not to go on a tanker as they were extremely dangerous.

I was asked to agree to sign on to a new tanker which I wasn’t happy about

and politely turned it down. Tankers were a very high risk set up. The other

chap with me was turned down by all the ships as he had no previous

experience. They offered me another ship and it was for a tanker too, so I

again politely turned it down. Surprisingly even though he had no experience

the other chap was offered the tanker and accepted it. I later learned that

both tankers I had been offered, had gone down with all hands.

Now the ruling for the Merchant Navy was that you had only two refusals

after which you had to accept the third ship offered. This was the Empire

Usk and the next day I went to Surrey dock where she was berthed.

I asked the dock police at the dock gates where the Empire USK was and it

was a good distance from the dock gates. I knew that the Americans built

their own Liberty Type ships and sometimes called them names starting with

Empire… so I thought I might be lucky if it was one of them. However, I

didn’t expect to see what was in front of me. Certainly not any ship that

had been built by the Americans. There was the rust bucket that was

The Empire USK.

The Empire USK

The Empire USK

Once on board I had to make my way along the deck through piles of ashes to

report to the Chief Engineer. I knocked on his cabin door and it was

eventually opened by a figure with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a

glass of whiskey in his hand. I introduced myself and he said “oh you’re

the new fourth”.

He asked if I was familiar with a Coal Burning Reciprocating Engine and

after I said that I knew nothing about them, he said “oh you’ll be alright” and that was it – my interview was over.

He pointed me along the corridor to the Third Engineer’s cabin and knocked on

the door and told him who I was. The Third didn’t say a lot but I could see

he was all packed and ready to go. It turned out that he was about to join

The Queen Mary as 47th engineer. Anyway there was nothing I could do as the

Pool office had reminded me about the compulsory third option in choice of


I went back to the Merchant Navy Club where I was staying and next day was

off to join the USK. When I got there I stowed my gear in my cabin. The

Third had already gone, but the other third engineer next door filled me in

with anything I wanted to know. When I asked about the ashes all over the

deck, it appeared that they were from the ships boilers and normally would 

be dropped overboard when at sea, but obviously not when we were docked.

When I asked about the crew he said there were 4 deck officers, 4 engineers

and 3 wireless operators. There was a gun crew of 2 soldiers and 2 sailors

and that was the full complement apart from 32 Chinese crew from Canton,

Shanghai and Hong Kong who did the labouring work. The USK was a collier

destined to supply other ships.

By the time we left for Blyth in Northumberland on 19th August 1943, with

the help of the Third Engineer, I had made myself familiar with all my

responsibilities in the engine room.

Next stop was Methil and on to Liverpool to meet up with the convoy. We filled up with coal and left on 28th August.

On 10th September we parted from the convoy and passed through Gibraltar and

then on to Malta. We discharged coal there and then on to Augusta, Sicily.

We were now empty and headed back to Gibraltar. We waited there till 21st

November and then sailed up the coast to Huelva in Spain.

As Spain was a neutral country it was not at war, but it was generally known

that Franco was pro German. Our cargo was to be iron ore and was syphoned

into the holds. Being very heavy there didn’t seem to be a lot of volume and

scarcely filled a quarter of the holds.

We then went back to Gibraltar to meet up with a convoy that was covered by

a Royal Navy escort. We did indeed come under attack and unfortunately the

ship ahead of us was hit by a torpedo. She was loaded with the same cargo as

us and she sank very quickly. Even as we passed by in our convoy line, rafts

and debris was still shooting up from the depths.

Anyway for us, safely to Liverpool and on December 16th 1943 we discharged.

After that we went up to the Clyde to The Tail “O” the Bank where a shipyard

“Kincaiges” was to work on our boilers.

After this was done we loaded up with coal and joined a convoy as before and

left then for Gibraltar on 19th February 1944.

We left Gibraltar and sailed along the North African coast to Oran. We

didn’t get ashore there, but anchored well out ready to pick up a convoy

across the Mediterranean to Augusta again.

Normally the weather in the Med is fairly calm, but when it isn’t, the sea

can be very choppy. Short waves unlike the Atlantic and we had difficulty in

keeping up with the convoys speed, so we dropped back and a British Frigate

stayed with us as escort. We were due in Augusta in Sicily and the sighting

of an Italian warship looked very dangerous. However, as it turned out, it

was one of their fleet and it surrendered to the Frigate and joined the rest

of the Italian fleet who had surrendered to our Navy. This was the end of

the war for the Italian fleet.

It was obvious to us then, that we were there to provide coal to the coal

burning ships that were in the area, so it was back and forth between

Augusta and Taranto to do just that.

A lot of the Italian ships that had surrendered were tied up in the inner

harbour at Taranto and we entered this harbour to coal a British ship that

was berthed there. One of the Ben Line ships. When we tied up alongside, we

met the skipper who was the only Brit on board with a skeleton staff of

adopted Italians.

On meeting the skipper, it turned out that he was from Broughty Ferry and

that he was the uncle of a Bert Webster who I later worked with at the NCR

factory in Dundee.

He was very keen to invite me on board for a drink or three, then suggested

we go for a sail in a yacht that he had acquired somehow. It was named Le

Albisola (The Albatross), so I agreed.

We climbed aboard with two of the Italian crew – one of them warned me that he had sometimes nearly sank her, because he was usually fairly tipsy. Fortunately, we got back OK but not before some hairy moments.

I didn’t see him after that as we went back to Augusta for re fuelling. I later learned that he had been staying in an hotel in Naples prior to going home and fell off the balcony to his demise. I confirmed this with his nephew Bert Webster many years later.

After Taranto we sailed up the East Coast (The Adriatic) to Bari for

recharging coal burning ships. Then back down the coast to Brindisi and we

dropped anchor in the harbour there, several hundred yards from the shore

barracks that had been taken over by the British Navy. Once anchored fore

and aft we were to spend many months there as a “mobile” collier, servicing

lots of coal burning ships with their fuel.

As it turned out it was the end of the European war before we knew that we

were likely to go home. Any thoughts that we might be on the move

disappeared when an American ship from Virginia Fields transferred their

cargo of coal into our holds. It was very sub-standard coal and more like

slate. So we settled down to a routine fuelling other ships.

For some of the personnel there was not much work to do. The second engineer, who was responsible for the boilers, had very little to do as only one boiler was in use at any time. The third engineers job was the main engine, but only routine maintenance was done as required. The chief engineer, being in overall charge had nothing to do unless we needed some advice.

I had plenty to do as I was responsible for all of the pumps etc. in the

engine room, but also the steam winches covering the various holds as they

were in almost constant use.

I wondered, with a crew of nearly 50 people, what it was going to be like being in such close proximity, while on a static vessel, for such a long period of time. To possibly help answer this question, I think that a review of the people on board might be interesting.

Starting with the Captain. T.W. Paske – a Welshman who always maintained

that he was the “Commodore of the company’s fleet”. This was Martyn & Martyn

of Cardiff. They only had the one ship, that being the USK. He was a very

short, tubby, bald man who constantly wore a beret and had a king sized

cigar hanging from his lips. He constantly asked “do you think that I look

like Winston Churchill?”

The First Mate – came from Leven in Fife. He was in charge of the Chinese

Crew and conversed with them in the broadest Fife accent you have ever

heard. One wonders how they ever understood him.

The Second Mate was called Telford – he came from Glasgow and someone that

you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of.

The Third Mate was an ex Public School boy. He was “frightfully golly” as

the saying goes. His sea going experience was on sailing yachts and had

almost no experience of Merchant Navy ships. He was quite the hairiest man I

have ever seen, although not on his head. I found him to be a bit of an


Now the Engineers –

The Chief Engineer was an American who came from Boston in the States. He

was never without a cigarette in his mouth and a whiskey glass in his hand.

The 2nd Engineer – a Welshman, who looked after the three boilers in the

engine room. His daily dress was working trousers and a half sleeved singlet

that must have been white at some time, but not in the last few years. He

liked a good drink and there was many a time when he wasn’t available for


The 3rd Engineer – responsible for anything to do with the main engine. I

got on quite well with him, but he kept himself to himself most of the time.

Now the Fourth Engineer – that was me. My job was to do my turn on watch when

we were at sea and look after the winches on deck and the other auxiliary

machines in the engine room.

1st Wireless Operator – an old seafarer. He became a good friend and taught

me how to play Chess.

2nd Wireless Operator – Kevin O’Dea – A young Glasgow chap who got himself

into a lot of scrapes.

3rd Wireless Operator – Paterson – A youngster from Edinburgh, who on his

first trip to sea ended up on 3 different ships which were all torpedoed. He

was a first class swimmer, which saved him. He was a nice chap but his

previous experience at sea had obviously had an affected on him.

Gun crew – 2 sailors from Royal Navy and 2 soldiers. Because of our

situation they had very little to do.

Chinese crew –

Chief Steward – responsible for all catering. He was also in charge of the

cleaners and mess stewards.

Bosun – in charge of all deck hands and responsible to the First Mate.

As engineers we all had a senior (greaser) in the engine room and 3 stokers

for the boilers.

Once we had all settled in to a routine the unusual mixture of people and

lifestyles led to strange happenings.

When a ship came alongside for coal, we had a team of Italian workers from

shore, whose job it was to fill coal into large square canvas sheets, looped

at the corner, which was then winched up from the hold and transferred to

the other ships. The man in charge of them had spent many years in America

but returned to Italy before the war, so at least communication was no

problem. While work was going on, it was wise to keep your porthole and

cabin door securely closed, because there was coal dust everywhere. The deck

officers and the wireless operators had little to do, so they used to go

ashore in the evenings and many times when they came back, they usually had

acquired something or other.

One night they came back with an Alsatian dog that they had picked up. They

gave it the name Rex and it stayed on board for some time. 

Another thing they brought back on board was a glass bottle in the shape of

a lighthouse. It was about four feet high and full of the local vino. Goodness knows where they got that!

My evenings were usually spent playing chess with the senior wireless

operator. He was an elderly chap and he taught me to play, so we had a game

most evenings.

One day a Norwegian ship came alongside for coal. They tied up fore and aft

with sturdy ropes. This one had metal discs spaced out down the ropes.

Apparently this was general practice on some ships to deter any animals

using the ropes to board another ship pulled alongside. They were duly

loaded up and due to sail out the next day. I suddenly saw a sight that I

scarcely believed. Dozens of rats from their ship ran up the ropes and were

certainly not deterred by the metal discs. Some fell into the sea but many

boarded our ship and ran all over the place and even managed to get down the

ladder into the hold. Rex ran about chasing them, but I don’t know how many

there were, they disappeared so quickly. The Chinese deck hands tried to do

something, but the rats were nowhere to be seen, so we now had boarders with us.

The next morning the Norwegian ship left and we later learned that she had

hit a mine just outside the dock area, which seemed to verify that old tale

about “rats deserting a sinking ship”.

You didn’t see many of them about but I can recall watching one climb down

the ladder leading down to the hold.

Occasionally we used to get a very hot wind coming from Africa. It was

called A Sirocco and it was so hot that the cabins became unbearable. I

decided that if I could spend the night on one of the Gun Decks it might be

more comfortable. I borrowed a hammock and slung it between the girders

supporting the gun deck. So, with just a pair of shorts on, I managed to

settle down for what I thought would be a cooler night’s sleep.

I woke up to find a rat sitting on the hammock ropes about to have a nibble

at my big toe. After falling out of my hammock, I beat a hasty retreat to my


Another time I went with the cook to get stores from the freezer and fridge

on the top deck. On opening the freezer door, we were faced with a rat that

was partly frozen. It looked huge and with bristles like a porcupine. One of

the galley staff lifted it with a shovel and carried it outside to the deck.

You could see its eyes moving and as it started to thaw out, he gave it a

smack with the shovel. I don’t know what the crew did with it, but I

wouldn’t be surprised if it could have been part of their next meal. On that

deck they used to lay out squid that they bought and spread them out so the

tentacles hardened and that supplemented their usual rice salads.

My cabin was just directly opposite the galley where all the cooking was

done and I found that the crew used the stoves to make up little pellets of

opium that they put in pipes and smoked. The chief steward was the supplier

of the powder and he sold it to the crew. A lucrative side-line. He seemed to

get it from some of the ships that tied up to us. They also smoked hashish

which came from North Africa.

I watched a crew member preparing the little pellets that they smoked.

Powder was dropped into a water scoop and using a small brush dripped in

cold water, they wiped the surface of the pan in a circular motion in ever

decreasing circles which folded over the powder until it finished up as a

tiny ball of white powder about 3/16 of an inch in diameter. They put this

pellet into the bowl of a little clay pipe and smoked away until they fell

asleep dreaming vividly. On one occasion my Chinese donkey man and stoker

didn’t turn up for work and when I shouted down to their quarters they were

completely out of it.

Actually the Chief Steward offered me a partnership in his supply of the

powder – I refused him. He was a user himself and once ran amok over the

ship brandishing a hatchet from the galley.

The Captain should have put a stop to all this but he didn’t, as he was

probably getting his share of the profits.

A group of men had gone ashore for a drink one day, but when they returned

the 2nd wireless operator (Kevin O’Dea) was not with them. As it was getting

late they went back on shore and found him in a drinking dive amongst a

group of locals. He was quoting passages from a bible that he had with him.

When asked the next morning about the previous night he couldn’t remember

anything about it.

The next night the usual ones went ashore and on their return, Kevin and the

second mate had an argument and set about each other. It was quite a fight,

but again the next morning neither could remember anything about it, but if

you had seen the sight of Kevin’s face you would know there had been quite a


One afternoon while we were ashore we visited the local library and met the

manager who spoke good English and he offered to teach us the local

language. Four of us went once a week to the library and paid him with

cigarettes. I found it quite interesting, but the others didn’t continue. He

invited me to a get together with some of the locals but it turned out that

most were Italian Navy Officers and I didn’t enjoy mixing with them so that 

was the end of the lessons.

I was on my own on deck one afternoon. Row boats were always approaching us,

trying to sell us their goods. They were a bit of a pest. Anyway a man rowed

alongside and tried to sell me a guitar. He rowed off still shouting to me,

trying to make me buy. When I thought about it I decided it would be a good

diversion and so I chased after him in the lifeboat. I caught up with him

and did a deal for a 200 pack of cigarettes. He was quite happy with that.

Cigarettes were always our currency.

Sometime later a ship came alongside and usually if the crew were English, it was nice to have a chat with them. This time the 4th Engineer was a professional guitarist and had taught mandolins and guitars to other members of the crew. He gave me a manual

written by Bert Weedon, a well-known musician back home.

I did try and practice some of the chords, but not very successfully. I

brought it home and kept it for many years in my loft, but eventually gave

it to a friend who worked at the NCR with me.

I don’t know how the Skipper managed it, but a local rowing boat suddenly

appeared alongside and was lifted aboard and settled on top of one of the

hold covers. Then soon after an American Jeep came alongside on a barge and

was also hoisted on deck.

One of the gunners had been a carpenter and with the 3rd engineer they

converted the boat into what they called a “motor” boat. They used parts

from the Jeep – the engine, seats, windscreen and anything else that would

help in converting it into a motor boat.

A big ceremony was arranged for the “launch” – actually lowering over the side. Unfortunately, it sat too high in the water and we had to fit two cast iron boiler spares to solve that problem. After a few adjustments it seemed to be OK. It could probably have

been quite fast but it was too dangerous and unstable to risk driving at a

great speed.

The Skipper wanted to use it to go ashore to his monthly meetings with the

Navy and he wanted to do it in style. He had a flag at the stern and the

oldest crew member, a wee Chinese man, perched up front with a Marlin spike

ready to tie up at the shore. He always insisted that uniform had to be


Every other week I would take the ship’s lifeboat to the Army part of the

dock to replenish our food supplies. Not a very exciting array, because it

was usually bags of rice, flour and occasionally some tinned mutton.

Meals on board were getting a bit grim by now. Breakfast was always porridge, toast or rolls which the cook made. You always had to cut them open as they often had cockroaches in the flour. The flour was kept in the galley so easy access for the “beasties”. It did get to the point that when you went to our

saloon it was best to switch on a light as the cockroaches would fall from

the roof onto your head.

We found out that a ship had come out from England with spares for the

Merchant Navy ships. It included shorts and other clothing including suits

we could buy. We made several trips to the area where the ship was berthed

as all our clothes had gotten pretty shabby. The Chinese were also buying up

lots of clothes and we couldn’t understand why, until we realised that they

were reselling them at a profit to the Italians.

By now I was having a lot of pain in my legs and back. It was thought to be

sciatica and I eventually insisted that I go ashore to see an Army Doctor at

their Hospital.

I saw a Major Ormiston who said I should go to the 133rd British General

Hospital outside of Brindisi and although the Skipper wasn’t all that

pleased, I went there on 20th February 1945 to receive treatment. The Major

was concerned that apart from the pain I had, I was also very pale and


With little improvement I was transferred to the 93rd British General

Hospital outside of Bari, further up the coast. I was kept in bed and

treated for the same condition. After three weeks I was a bit better and was

transferred to a convalescent home. This was an Abbey taken over by the

Army. I had some final treatment there. I had exercises from an Army PT

sergeant and gradually increased my strength with daily walks and exercise.

I was certainly feeling better, put on weight and was discharged back to

Brindisi and the ship. Overall I had been away for nearly two months.

The Skipper wasn’t very pleased with me when I returned as apparently when I

was in the first hospital, Major Ormiston had visited the ship and voiced

his anger that a UK Sailor (me) had been suffering from a degree of

malnutrition. It was always thought that “someone on board” was selling off

some of our rations on shore.

The European War had just finished and we were pleased to be going home.

Having not moved for so many months, the ship would have to go into dry dock

to have masses of seaweed removed that was clinging to its hull. Also the

boilers would have to be serviced, along with the engines and all other

machines on board. The Third Engineer and myself had to make sure the

boilers were serviced in order to get us home. 

I had only been back 3 days from Hospital, so he and I set about checking

all the joints on the pipes on top of the boilers. It had last been done

when the ship was at Kincrages in Greenock. We were working in temperatures

well over 100 degrees and it turned out that they had done a bad job of

lining up the pipes when replacing the sealed joints on the flanges. Once we

removed all the holding bolts, the pipes sprang apart out of alignment and

it was a terrible job to draw them together. With the Donkey men and others

to help, you could only work for short periods as you were working on the

boiler tops. There was about 1 to 2 inches of fine dust and it made the job

even more difficult.

Local labour was used to clear the seaweed from the ships sides and hull, so after about a week in dry dock, we had a trial run and got ready to go home.

We made it to Gibraltar then with no convoys this time, back to Worthington

in England and signing off and travelled home to Broughty Ferry.

Dan with Lady Fiona

Dan with Lady Fiona

Cross being presented

Cross being presented



Andrew Carnegie of Dunfermline Talk








The Scottish Cemetery: 159B, Ustad Enayet Khan Ave, Park Circus, Park Street area, Kolkata, West Bengal 700017, India




One of the results of the Act of Union (1707) was the ability of Scots to engage in the opportunities provided by organisations like the East India Company. Henry Dundas (1742-1811) “the uncrowned King of Scotland”, helped to bring the activities of the Company under the direct control of the British government. By 1792 as many as 1 out of 9 civil servants in the Company were Scots, along with a third of all officers in the army in India and 1 in 11 of its soldiers.  Scots, including soldiers, missionaries, jute traders and businessmen went on to play a prominent part in the economic development and administration of West Bengal.



Scots were heavily involved in trade. Coal, timber, sugar, indigo, and cotton all had large markets created by the Industrial Revolution in back in Britain, and by the 1880s West Bengal was also the world leader in the production of quality tea. Of local interest, from the 1830s it became possible to mechanically spin jute fibres and much of the raw material jute made its way to the mills of Dundee.





Such were the numbers of Scottish-linked families in India that they formed a regiment in the British Indian Army: the Calcutta Scottish. Their badge featured the Saltire as well as the arms of the city, and they wore Hunting Stewart tartan.





St Andrews Church in Dalhousie Square, built in 1816, is now part of the Church of North India; and the nearby Scottish Cemetery at Calcutta was established in 1820.



Extending to 6 acres (24,000 m2) the cemetery now lies within a dense urban area in the centre of Kolkata. It is enclosed by a high wall; and the entrance, which bears the title “Scottish Cemetery” over an archway, is flanked by a restored gatehouse. The cemetery is roughly square in plan and laid out largely in a grid pattern.  It contains over 1600 burial plots, with well over 2000 burials.

All burials were recorded in meticulous detail and are preserved in the original ledgers kept at St Andrews Church and the Cemetery gatehouse.  Well over 90% of the names are recognisably ex patriot Scots; most of the others are prominent Christian Bengalis.  The memorials are generally of imported Scottish sandstone or granite. Towns of origin mentioned on the various stones include Paisley, Sutherland, Fife, Campbeltown, and many from the Dundee area including Arbirlot, Broughty Ferry, and Monifieth.



Although the cemetery was in use until the 1940s, it was abandoned in the 1950s and almost all the original lead (used in lettering) and cast iron has been removed. By the turn of the twentieth century the cemetery was derelict and overgrown; the monuments and stones were broken and decayed. The cemetery, was a great burden for St Andrew’s church to maintain; and it served no useful purpose for the relatives of the people buried there or, more importantly, for the local population.




However, it is a rare, largely undeveloped area space in a densely populated part of Kolkata; and it has considerable potential not only as a regeneration project but also a revenue generating tourist attraction.



A conservation project, initiated by the Indian National Trust for Art and Cultural Heritage (INTACH), is now led by the Kolkata Scottish Heritage Trust with the following aims:

  1. To maintain the Scottish Cemetery as a managed green space which can be a ‘lung’ for the surrounding population as inspired by the ideals of Sir Patrick Geddes.
  2. To research and record of the cemetery and thereby improve the understanding of the site, its history and its genealogical importance. To make this information readily available.
  3. To restore the cemetery buildings and as many of the monuments as possible.
  4. To establish a centre for training traditional building skills necessary for the repair and restoration of the monuments as well as of the traditional buildings of Kolkata.


In 2008 the cemetery was cleared of invasive vegetation which had been the principal cause of decay to memorials and headstones. Thereafter, it was possible to conduct a detailed archaeological survey, to assess the condition of surviving monuments and consider the most effective means of repair. Much of the survey work was conducted by RCAHMS (the Royal Commission on the Ancient and Historic and Monuments of Scotland).



The initial work of clearing the overgrown vegetation was done by Simpson and Brown Architects of Edinburgh with Addyman Archaeology. The boundary wall has been repaired and made secure, lighting has been installed, gardeners have been employed to keep the vegetation under control, the Gatehouse (with toilets) has been conserved for the use as an interpretation centre for the visitors and tourists, and workers quarters has been constructed. Levelling for proper drainage is in progress; and research continues for developing compatible traditional mortar. Planting of flowers, trees, and shrubs has been undertaken to encourage butterflies and nesting birds and so enhance the area as a sustainable natural eco-system within the built up area.



The second phase of the work was started by Neeta Shubhrajit Das Associates in 2012. Dr Das attended a residential training course at the Scottish Lime Centre Trust in Fife, Scotland in 2013 to study the manufacture and application of traditional lime-based building materials including mortars and renders. She will train local craftsmen to ensure that the historic buildings and memorials are appropriately conserved.

In addition to all that, The Kolkata Scottish Heritage Trust is working in partnership with the Presidency University, Kolkata and the University of St Andrews to digitise the cemetery’s burial archives.


The Monifieth Connection: Samuel William Low of Monifieth, Forfarshire

Alexander Johnston Warden, Angus or Forfarshire, the Land and People, Descriptive and Historical Published 1880 (Part XIV) details that Lows had been resident in Monifieth for 300 years. In 1849 James Fairweather Low and his brother, Samuel Miller Low took over what in 1880 was described by Warden as “a large and thriving concern now known as Monifieth Foundry, and about 300 operatives have steady employment at the various departments of the work. The machinery sent out by Mr Low has made him and his work known in all parts of the world where flax or jute is spun.”

Samuel Miller Low had married Grace Margaret Lyell the eldest daughter of Dr Lyell, a physician in Dundee, and they had three sons and four daughters. Charles William Low (1867- 1897 in India). Charles brother, George Carmichael Low (14 October 1872 – 31 July 1952), was a celebrated Scottish parasitologist who in the course of a distinguished career was President of the Royal Society of Tropical Medicine and Hygiene. He worked with Sir Ronald Ross who in 1902 had received the Nobel Prize for his work, in Calcutta by co-incidence, on the transmission of malaria.

See also MHAIRI PYOTT “J F Low Ironfounders – the Foundry by the Sea. Posted on August 28, 2013 on The Monifieth Local History Society Web Site



  Nick Goes to Eden Gardens

SLIDE16086 The Sherriff of Kolkata





You Tube: Scottish Cemetery in Kolkata is worth a look.

Monifieth Traders long ago

Not quite sure of the dates but thought it may prompt some memories.

Please write in if you have any information to add to the advertising.



Monifieth and its Amenities – 1889



As a seaside summer resort there arc few places more favoured than Monifieth. It possesses many of the advantages which are most valued both in watering places and inland re­treats. While enjoying the bracing breezes from the German Ocean, it is sufficiently sheltered by bent hills and a delightful stretch of downs, the eastern wind being tempered by the heat of the grassy slopes over which it passes.

Again if we look to the sea, Nature has also been gracious to Monifieth. Safe, pleasant, and ample accommodation is found for bathing purposes.

Monifieth Beach

Monifieth Beach

Those who love fishing may en­joy themselves to the top of their bent.

To the west of the railway station, and south of the line, there is in their season a very paradise of wild roses, where children may play all day long, while those who appreciate rural walks can have them to their heart’s content.

The line rising ground up from the village would hold many excellent residences, commanding a rare sea view, and receiving the healthful airs from the Firth of Tay.

If to these attract­ions are added those presented by a magnificent golfing ground it will be found that Monifieth is a place whose natural advant­ages has not been stinted.

Golfers 1890's

Golfers 1890’s

at the tee

at the tee













Builders have begun to realise this and scores of cottages have been erected in the village which promises soon to compete, as a summer resort, with larger places east and west of it.

From The Monifieth Almanac and Literary Annual 1890


Local Information


Monifieth School Board

Rev. Crawford Smith Chairman: Messrs. Robert Galloway, David Low, G.R Paul, David Gowans, and Robert Stephens, Members; Mr Irvine Drimmie, Clerk; Mr John Strachan, Treasurer; Mr J. H, Meldrum, Schoolmaster, Miss Ellen Sinc;lair, Schoolmistress; Mr J . Coldwell, Schoolmaster. (Mattocks)

Monifieth Yearly Society


James Baird, President; Alexander Moir, Vice President, William Smith, Secretary; Andrew Walker, Treasurer; Alex. Hutcheson and Andrew Williamson, Members of Committee; Meets every alternate Monday evening in the Free Church Hall, at half past seven o’clock.

Monifieth Parochial Board

Office 53 Brook Street, Broughty Ferry. Hours—Forenoon from 10 to 3; Evenings, 6.30 to 7.30; Saturdays, 10 to 1. Wm. B. Spence, Collector.   Registrar for the Parish—Robert Morrison.


Mails arrive.                     Mails despatched.

7 a.m.                              10.56 a.m.

11 a.m.                            3.10 p.m.

6.30 p.m.                         7.55 p.m.

No despatch on Sundays.—David Lowson, Postmaster.


Parish Church,   –           Rev. Dr. Young,              Inducted in 1855.

South Free Church, –        Crawford Smith, M.A.,   Ordained in 1878.

Hillock Free Church,   –   Edward Cross, M.A.,       Inducted in 1845


Rev. Crawford Smith, M. A. Hon. President. Edward C. Baird, President. James A. Young, Vice-President. John Johnston, Secretary. James A. Baird, Treasurer. Jas. Elder, Chas. Malcolm and W. B. U. Patterson, Members of Committee. Meetings in the Room every Sabbath morning at Nine o’clock.


The Monifieth Branch, Panmure Lodge of the above association, meets every alternate Tuesday evening in the Sunday School Hall, at eight o’clock. Thomas Douglas, Worthy Master ; Robert M’Lauchlan, Deputy Master; David Macrae, Secretary ; David Doig, Treasurer; Other office bearers, James Lowson, Wm. Kennedy, Alex. Costley, James Carrie, Walter Levie, Jas. Campbell, John Hendry, D. B Hampton, James Blane, and James High.

LOCAL MEDICAL PRACTITIONER Dr Robert Sinclair Smith, Bellgray Villa, West March.


Meets every Monday evening in the Foundry Hall at eight o’clock, John Johnston, C. T.

PANMURE GOLF CLUB Instituted 1845

D. Mitchell, Captain; J. Sharp, First Coun­cillor, A. R. C. Patterson, Second Councillor; Irvine Drimmie, Hon. Secretary. The M’Lauchlan Silver Medal is competed for in May, along with the Gourlay Cup ; the Gold Medal and Silver Cross, in October; and the Brand Cup, in February.

MONIFIETH GOLF CLUB Established 1858.

Alex. Moir, Captain: Andrew Walker, Foundry Terrace Secretary and Treasurer ; Council—Thos. Christie, Geo. M’Cadam, John Chalmers, and Geo. Wright. Monifieth Challenge Cup played for in the months of April and May. Panmure and Average Medals on the first Saturday of March and Sept­ember.   Cold Cross and Average Medal on the first Saturday of June and December. Fenton Gold Medal second Saturday July; also six monthly competitions during the season.


Meets every alternate Friday evening in the Young Men’s Christian Association Rooms at eight o’clock. Wm. R. Mills, President; James Stewart and Robert Reid, Vice-Presidents; Archibald Whyte, Secretary and Treasurer.



James Johnston, President; S. M.  Low, Vice-President; J. II. Meldrum, Secretary and Treasurer ; meets every second Wednesday of each Month during the winter season in the Sunday School Hall.


Estimated Population, 2,000.

Number of Householders,                                                                               400.

Voters for Members of Parliament,                                                                 350

Feu-Duty,  …       …                                                                                  £1030 9 6.

Yearly Rental,     …      …                                                                         £4,260 5 0.

Annual Holidays begin on Second Monday of April, Fourth Monday of July, and Second Monday of October.

Parish   Church   Officer—Andrew Beaton.

Free     Church   Officer—David Ramsay.



Chairman—R. B. Laird, Esq., Members—Messrs David Stewart, A. T. Smith, Archibald White, Samuel Boyle, and Alex. Baird, Secretary, Treasurer and Lighting Inspector—Mr Irvine Drimmie.


James Barrio, President, John Strachan, Secretary and Treasurer.

Note—Since the sheet containing Mr Walter Alexander’s Adver­tisement was printed he has removed to that Shop lately occupied by Mr Andrew Beaton, while Mr Beaton, whose Advertisement appears on the same page carries on the business of Tailor and Clothier, at his residence, Anderson’s Terrace, Monifieth.

Rambles Round Monifieth


Rambles Round Monifieth




This is a neatly got up pamphlet, and contains interesting sketches of place in and around Monifieth, with several illustrations which will make it of special value to all who are connected with the district. — “People’s Journal.”

The sketches about Monifieth and its neighbourhood embrace notices of the antiquities and later recollections of the district, as well as of its mansions and topography generally. They form an interesting little book.-“Arbroath Guide.’

This is a delightful little local history, showing careful and wide research It is arranged with fine literary taste, and in small compass gives much valuable and interesting information, flavoured with racy anecdotes of the olden time It will be found very useful to strangers as an intelligent and pleasing guide to places of historic interest throughout the district.–“Brechin Advertiser”.


Summer Day Rambles

Being a continuation of

Rambles Round Monifieth


Contains descriptive papers on Broughty Ferry, Pitkerrow, Duntrune, Barry and East Haven, and a number of other places within a four mile radius Monifieth.   A useful and pleasant little book.- -“People’s Friend.”

The antiquities of the district seem to have special attraction for the author and he writes of them, not in the rusty creaking style so often adopted, but with living interest and in animated phrase. — “Arbroath Herald.”


Monifieth: Its Antiquity

And Historical Associations

This pamphlet contains the following illustrations, accompanied with letterpress descriptions:—High Street, Monifieth; Grange House; Monifieth from the Railway Station; Woodhill House Grange Cottage and Ruins of the Little Mill; Balmossie Railway Bridge ; Milton of Monifieth ; the Sunday School Hall ; Monifieth from the South-West. Besides the above it also contain a series of articles on topics of interest to those resident in the district, extracts from which will be found in this issue of the Almanac.

Note—Either of the above sent, post free, to any address for 3d in stamps; or the three can be had neatly bound in one volume, cloth, gold lettered, price 1s 4d. As the editions are nearly exhausted —only six copies of the second one being left—and as they will not he reprinted early application is necessary.

DAVID MACRAE, Bookseller Monifieth.