by johnfjackson » Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:37 pm
Hi,
I lived in Westburn most of my childhood. I went to St Charles' School in Newton. I remember 'Finmeoot' but remember it better is 'Fimyoot!'
There was a girl in my class at the primary called Maureen Gilhooley, who had a little brother who died of blood poisoning from rusty barbed wire - or so we were told. I remember walking from Newton to Caldervale with the whole school - or maybe it was only the older pupils - I don't know. Anyway, we walked up the Brae past the Priest's house, down the brae to the river then turned left, the next memory I have is following the hearse between two rows of houses back to St Charles' Chapel in Newton.
It seems quite sad to think that whole generations lived, loved, married, had hearteaches, problems, got drunk, got sober, had fights, had happy times, etc and now it has all crumbled away, just like the crofts on the lonely moors of the highlands, where only the occasional stone stands to mark the passing of people.
John F jackson