Showing posts with label old letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old letters. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 March 2018

A Trip to the Mainland from Stornoway, 1952

Written by a Stornoway shopkeeper to her niece.

The writer with two great-nieces in her back garden, Stornoway, c1952


Athol Private Hotel
St. Leonards Bank
Perth
8th Sept. 1952

Dear Peggy,

  I have posted today a doll for Alison - but couldn't think of anything to post Dimpy [
nickname] - so if you think the parcel should be hidden until there is something for Herself - just Hide. - What can I get for her? The shops here are no better than at home - indeed I think Jumpers & baby clothes are much nicer in D---- [Doug’s? - Stornoway shop, probably] The navy blue wool & coarse stocking are for her wellingtons & if they are any good I can get more - or any finer wool - for Alison. As I am not buying "Ready Mades" I can get wool & materials.

 We haven't heard from SY [
Stornoway] since we left.- The red Jumper is a Marks & Spencer - also the "Lindsay Maid" [label] not the blue coat - nor the navy Jersey. My shopping is not a success. Can't get anything to fit but Hats. & I'll never 'Kahn' [criticise verbally, slag off; phonetic from Gaelic] Wilkie [presumably another Stornoway shop, or mail order?]again - after seeing the price of O.S. Suits, £29 - £33!!

How are the Girls - I miss them - & will be quite ready to return.

MA [Mary Ann]



"Dimpy" a few years earlier,
probably taken outside Mary Ann's shop in North Beach Street.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Stornoway schooldays: More on the Nicolson

Adapted from correspondence between two former pupils of the Nicolson Institute, Stornoway (Primary and Secondary), both born in 1920 (excerpts)

School 1925-34 [aged 5-14]
The old Nicolson Institute school provided education which was second to none in all of Scotland. {Origins etc.*}
The curriculum of the school would be the envy of many schools today. There was English, History, Geography, Maths (arithmetic, algebra, geometry), Languages (Latin, French and German – no Gaelic), Music, Wood- and Metalwork, Science, Domestic Science, Art and Gymnastics. 
After the Qualifying Exam we were divided up into three groups for our Secondary Education – classes , B and C. The bright ones were in class A. Guess which class I was in. The only subjects I was interested in were woodwork and art. At that time I fancied being a woodwork teacher. The art teacher Mr Chalmers said I should get a job where I had to use my hands. Was there an implication there that I would be no use for anything intellectual?
Most of the female teachers got their title of “Miss” like Miss Black, Miss Cheyne or Miss Stobo (she was music teacher) but the men got names like Cloggy, Soup, Vecan, Big Uggie, Little Uggie etc. [Aeroplane story here too - see below]
Not all the pupils on the “C” classes were dunces. Many went on to very distinguished careers not only in this country but all over the world.
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Cloggy used to say – don’t use nice because it is not a nice word, and don’t use that word awful...
Mentioning Cloggy brings to mind a picture of him cycling from Seaforth Road to school on a wet and windy morning wearing leggings cut from an old boiler suit or dungarees, one was brown and the other was blue. The poor soul did his best but he was never able to teach me to spell properly… 
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I found some more bits you might be interested in as well. I hope you've got plenty of room in your paper recycling bin. I blame Cloggy because I've been writing doggerel for years. 
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How lucky we were to have a good Nicolson Institute education… The NI of course taught languages – English, French and Latin but not Gaelic, it was very taboo at that time. Do you remember the pseudo Latin verse about Cloggy,
Amo Amas Amat, Cloggy wears a hat
Amamus Amatis Amant, he wears it on a slant.
  There’s another language (or should I say lingo) in which only those within walking distance of Perceval Square were conversant, called SY as she is spoke.
Examples of "old SY" (Stornoway), the "lingo" of street and playground
[... which is, being interpreted (more or less): Cove = mate, man; "a place in Inverness" refers to the (former) asylum, Craigdunain, as in "There's a place in Inverness for the likes of you!"; the hoil = harbour (water); okrach (spelling varies) = municipal rubbish dump]
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Did you see the picture of the seaplane that was wrecked in Stornoway harbour? I remember I was in Vegan's class [aged 10, c1930, probably Primary 6] when we heard the sound of the planes. The whole of the clock school rushed outside and there was what looked like two model planes in the sky. Of course we had never seen an aeroplane before so we didn't know how big a plane was. I still have a souvenir from that plane, a bit of one of the aerolens which I made into a paper knife which I use almost every day. 
{AC told this story more than once, in slightly different words]:
  Do you remember the first time aeroplanes came to Stornoway? We were in Vecan’s class so with a little mental computing that would make it about 1930. We heard the noise of the engines and the whole class ran out en masse and we saw what looked like two model planes overhead. We had never seen an aeroplane before, so we did not know size they were. One of them came to grief, its outer right float was knocked off and it finished up on the beach between the Battery and Lower Sandwick (that’s where the ocroch was in those days. It was a Write-off. I still have a souvenir from it which I use almost every day, a bit of an aileron which I made into a paper knife/letter-opener. 
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You will remember Vegan of course. I have a copy of a book he wrote called Peat Fire Memories ([ISBN given] by Kenneth MacDonald). He also wrote poems and Gaelic plays. I remember one of the songs he wrote called “An Cabar Suidhe” which means “sooty rafters”, a derogatory term used to describe an old thatched house with the fire in the middle of the floor… I wonder if you know how Vegan got his nickname (quite sure he was not a strict vegetarian)... Another thing about V-Kan; if it is from the Gaelic, there is no V and no K in the Gaelic alphabet…
"Veecan" (spelling varies) from his book as above.
(In Calum Smith's book, Around the Peat-Fire, "Kenneth Macdonald, Sandwick" is on the list of "Names that spring to mind" from among the "goodly band of socialist propagandists operating in and around Stornoway" in the interwar years (p.111 in 2001 edition).
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One incident I remember was when I tried to follow (big brother) Calum to school. I was of course chased back…
In spite of my early abortive attempt I did eventually go to school.
With everyone else I had my eyes tested by the school optician, but when Miss Reid, primary one, called me out to collect them [glasses] I told her just to keep them herself because she needed them more than me.

The next attempt at getting me to wear glasses was a couple of years later in Miss Montgomery’s class. She said [AC] Collect these glasses at the end of class. Then the wee clipe (tell-tale) next to me put his hand up and said, “Please Miss, AC says he is just going to break the glasses.” She sent them round to Miss Bell Morrison’s for Calum to take them home. They did live for a while but I remember using the lenses for windows of a model boat I made. I had a bad squint in my left eye in those days but it seems to have cured itself without glasses.
The Clock School: some primary classes were still being taught there in the 1950s 
* AC's version of the old school's origin and ethos, as carried in memory and conveyed in his memoirs, runs thus
   The school was instituted and founded by the five Nicolson brothers, hence the name. The school badge is in the shape of a shield depicting five entwined burning torches and underneath the legend "Sequamur" which is Latin for "Let us follow". This to imply that we should go forth into the world and make a success of life as they did. The school colours and tie are dark blue and yellow.


A survivor from the Nicolson in the 1930s
(owned by AC's friend and correspondent),
And certificates (1929 and 1934) showing subjects studied at Junior Secondary level: 
English, History, Geography, Mathematics, Science and French


English, History, Geography, Mathematics, Science, Latin

Sunday, 8 January 2017

(North) Rona 1942: the Body at the Bothy

Among the papers of the late Calum Smith there is a small set of correspondence apparently relating to a minor  but intriguing mystery: the identity and provenance of a dead body found on the island of Rona, a.k.a. North Rona, in the North Atlantic north and slightly to the east of the main chain of the Outer Hebrides. The date of the discovery is not given in the documents, and whatever (publication, letter, news item?) sparked off the exchange has not been traced, but 1942 seems likely because of the Whitley reference and a possibly related file (see below).

Key points are reproduced here. No solution to the mystery has been found and nothing about the episode has turned up via online searching. While there is little to encourage conspiracy theorists in this perhaps almost commonplace wartime/maritime tragedy, the story of the unknown sailor (if such he was) and the attention he attracted over 40 years later is not without interest.




Some time in (probably) 1942 an RAF salvage team, sent to recover what was left of a Whitley bomber on a remote island in the North Atlantic made a grim discovery...

[Initials have been substituted for personal names in these extracts]


Letter to CS, dated 28-5-86, from (Dr) I M in Derby

Dear Old Friend,
  Thank you very much for your letter and its most welcome stories.
I hasten to tell you that S/L [Squadron Leader] P's folio on Rona (correct spelling and Pronunciation is R
ONEY according to Martin Martin) is a very full account from the boss of the salvage team who rescued the stricken research Whitley [1,2]. He details the sheer-legs, the railway overhead of barrage balloon wire, how they took the engines out and sailed back to Wick, but my brother D, then 12 years old, saw them on the deck when they called in at SY [Stornoway] to refuel. The aircraft log is also given -- it was rebuilt and flew again with training squadrons until 1946 or so when it deteriorated. The fellow in change was a Flight Sergeant then, later promoted to a commission with a name like W but I have forgotten it. M G, our neighbour, wrote about her father and Rev L M being asked to go there and inter the bones, but they never went.
  An A S, a native of Habost but now working in Glasgow wrote to give the story of the body in the uniform of a German Officer. [3]
  P has a great deal of information, mostly Air Ministry gen and even of the two drifters and their full histories.
  Please do not go to any trouble.
  P was there on Rona in 1984, ostensibly to catch and ring Leech's petrel.[4]  I have read his diary.
  I managed to get some books about Rona -- the best being "Island Songs" by Roland Atkinson published in 1946 but now out of print...


[Continues  with reference to "our schooldays", family news, etc.]


  My regards to you all,
  I.

About schooldays on Lewis
("Kayney" was still teaching the next generation in the Nicolson Institute)
Notes:

1. The island in question, from the evidence, was the very remote one now generally known as North Rona, not the (“South”) Rona between the Isle of Skye and the mainland, nor yet the Ronay to the south-east of North Uist.

2. “Whitleys [bomber aircraft] were built at Baginton, Coventry and a specialised Whitley Operational Training Unit flew them in Warwickshire and Worcestershire from 1942 to 1944. No complete examples survive.” There are files in the National Archives relating to the salvaging of aircraft.

3. There were other wartime rumours about bodies in German uniforms being washed up around the British coast, although not, as far as is known, in such a remote location.

4. North Rona is of considerable interest to ornithologists (including those looking for the Leach's petrel), and CP was a leading light in the RAF Ornithological Society, Thus although IM's "ostensibly" suggests an element of suspicion (of a cover-up?) CP's reason for visiting the place in 1984 could well have been simply as stated.


The island of Rona is the small dot left of centre, north of The Minch
Letter to C S 22-7-86 from Dr I M in  Derby.

Dear Safety [Calum's nickname],
                    I enclose 2 matters for your interest.


[The first is largely irrelevant here except for telling a bit more about I M - he was a doctor and widely travelled, and was well regarded. 
IM and CS were both Lewismen, and close contemporaries. They would have been in their mid-70s in 1985-86.]

 The second concerns George Rona, because M J, O/Ic [officer in charge] of the RAF Salvage Party has written a fuller account of what he saw and did. George is no longer a skeleton. He is a decomposing corpse clad in a uniform -- no longer mummified. There has been too much loose talk and no creditable examination of the body and its clothes. This is most understandable. No one likes to examine a putrefying corpse -- especially a layman with no experience of dealing with unexplained bodies, and he is only too glad to get on and bury it -- and forget it. Dog tags [identity discs] and all.


  However, I think I might have known him. The circumstances around the body suggest to me he was an R N. officer possibly No.1 in a destroyer who was pooped by a following sea while fixing something that had worked loose in a storm of Force 8 or so. We were at sea in  that area in February 1941 in company with two 'I' class boats -- Imperial and Intrepid when the First Lieut of one was pooped [washed overboard in the manner described]. I knew him as No.2 in my first ship, HMS Venetia. He was one of the 8 not killed in late August 1940 when she set off an acoustic mine off Southend. I had left her, reason unknown, the night before. George Rona (if it was he) was transferred to an 'I' class ship. Hadn't I a narrow escape?


  So there is much more to be done 


[I M continues with discussion on English language and usage, another interest he shared with Calum].


Looking for a note from your good self.
  I.


Notes:


1. The name George Rona, used to designate the unknown man, may have been suggested partly by the fact that there was a doctor of that name who was referred to in a best-selling book.

2. National Archives file reference ADM 358/401 is entitled Acting Sub-Lieutenant P N Hopper, RNR: missing presumed dead; HMS Intrepid. It confirms the presumption of death as requested by Hopper's father, after he was lost overboard in March 1942.
  Could IM's memory be playing tricks, mixing up dates and/or incidents? P N Hopper of the Roya; Naval Reserve (from Newcastle) is said to have been killed on 5-3-42, not in February 1941. Details and location are not given but then they wouldn't be, in wartime.  



 [An earlier story, and Rona's links with Lewis]
Sometime around 1680, the steward of St Kilda, a man called MacLeod, his wife and a "good crew" were sailing from that island home to Harris, when a great storm blew up. It drove them northwards for hours, north even of the Butt of Lewis, until at last it cast them ashore on the island of Rona. They managed to save themselves and their provisions, but their boat was destroyed.
In the drama of their scrambling up the rocks - there are no beaches - no one came to help. Perhaps it was night, or perhaps they'd landed unseen on the island's north side. But it must have seemed strange, as they filed through fields towards a village, that they could smell no smoke. Rona was inhabited; it could support about 30 people and had done for centuries. There was a chapel, already ancient, and an oratory built by St Ronan himself, and a huddle of thatch-roofed houses dug into the ground. MacLeod's party must have called out a Gaelic greeting, louder and louder, but no one replied.
Later MacLeod recounted how they had buried the bodies they found. There had been a calamity - a plague of rats had come ashore, "but none knows how", and devoured the people's crop. No supply boat had reached the island that year. "So those deceased persons ... died of want."
Rona's roll-call nowadays is limited to yachtsmen, lighthouse engineers and shepherds from Lewis who arrive perhaps once a year to round up the half-wild sheep. And naturalists: there is a tradition of parties of naturalists heading for Rona, for the seals and birds. […]
The seal researchers' bothy stands proud on the island's south side, like a garden shed pretending to be a lighthouse. A vague path led uphill towards it.
Leach's petrels are rare birds that live out at sea, and which come ashore only to breed. They nest in burrows, usually on clifftops, and come and go by night. To catch and ring them requires a special licence…

   - Kathleen Jamie, author of Findings (2005), published by Sort Of Books

Letter from MJ to CP 
(both as mentioned by IM in above)

Kendal 28/6/86
Dear C [not Calum],
             I have just been reading the letters I have received from you, since June '85, with very great pleasure, along with the reports, letters etc. you have so kindly sent me. The last being the "Appraisal" by I.M.[1] Now, this has started me going again.
  I enclose three pages under the heading, "The finding of George": which may help slightly. I really do believe they are correct. I know it is a long time ago, but I am better at remembering things way back, than last week, thats [sic] age for you.
  Well must close...

(1) The finding of "George" as I remember it

He was lying flat on his back in the entrance of the Bothy. The left trouser leg was pushed up slightly, showing about ten inches of discoloured skin, the skin was not broken.
  He was wearing navy Blue cloth trousers, similar to Service material, plain straight legs and bottoms, not Bell Bottoms. The Jacket or Coat, seemed of the same material, though not easy to see, neither could I see any buttons, or badges of any kind. The coat collar seemed to button up to the neck, no sign of a shirt or sweater.
  
  These are the only facts I can remember, and I am certain they are correct.
  The footwear, worries me. They could not have [been] sea boots, or I could not have seen his bare leg. Shoes or bare feet would have stayed in my memory, so I conclude it must have been boots, and black ones too?

(2)
Exposure no doubt brought about his end, for if he was wet and lacking food his chances were nil. It was suggested I remember that some of the large stones near his head most likely loosened by rain and bad weather, may have hastened his end.
  I hesitate to tell you, (in case you think I have been reading some Boys Book on shipwrecked sailors), that on "George's" right side lay, a piece of wood about 6 - 7 feet in length, with a piece of white material attached to the top. We therefore know he did not drag himself from the sea and die in the Bothy right away, he made preparation to try and draw attention to his plight.
  The following is a guess (and not too far away).
  George was 5'10½ " and 12 st.[stones in weight]

(3)
If George had to go into the Sea to get to Rona, would he not have taken off his Jacket/Coat, at least, yet when we found him, he was fully clothed. Yet if he had only a short swim, he might of [sic] managed, but what a job he would have had to 'dry out'. A life Raft, which got blown away, and lost, might have made it possible to get to the Island fairly dry?
  Could George have been landed by boat, in an exercise which went very wrong?

[signed] M J
Note

1. IM states in his letter of 28th May 1986: "I enclose a copy of my appraisal of the findings on Rona. It is on a computer so I can always get a repeat if I remember it is filed under Mack." Unfortunately Calum Smith's copy of this document has not so far come to light.

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For example, I have before me as I write a letter I received from George Rona of Uppsala, Sweden. For years, George Rona was an attorney in Vienna...
When George Rona read that letter, he was as mad as Donald Duck...


"Rona Iland" is shown larger than life on early 17th  century maps of Scotland