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THE DOMINIE'S BAIRNS
(A book was published in 2004 incorporating this and
other stories of the Tannadice/Oathlaw area)
In 1948 George Snedden arrived
at Oathlaw as the new dominie, along with his wife Elizabeth and their three
As far as the three children were concerned moving
from Glasgow to Brechin was a culture shock but moving to Oathlaw
Schoolhouse in 1948 was a whole different world! There was a pigsty at
the top of the garden, which had been in use prior to our arrival but was
never used by us. There was no electricity and lighting was by Tilley
lamp, paraffin lamp, or candles. There were no tarred roads –
only parallel tracks. No street lights. The nearest
bus stops were a mile away at Parkford or Braeheads. The only
good thing was that, as we stayed in the schoolhouse, we did not have far to
walk in the mornings while other children had to walk or cycle anything up
to three miles. We can still remember the excitement when
electricity arrived in the village and the roads around Oathlaw (and the
school playground) were tarred.
In those days one of the day’s highlights was the
arrival of one of the vans/travelling shops that served the country area.
The Co-operative van came twice a week, as did the butcher’s van and there
were other vans as well. “Onion Johnnys” also visited once or
twice a year.
Over the next few years we settled in to country life.
We spent many a happy hour at Easter Oathlaw or Wester Oathlaw under the
watchful eyes of Dave Whitton, Snr. and his two sons, Dave (Jnr.) and Ron.
We went to the fields when they were harvesting and stooking and played in
the farm buildings. We rode on the backs of the Clydesdale
horses at a time when farmers were just starting to use tractors.
Dave Whitton had one tractor but several horses and, of course, farm workers
occupied all the local cotter houses. The bothy at Easter Oathlaw was
occupied by an Italian ex-prisoner of war who felt he could have a far
better standard of living in this country than if he went back to Italy.
We played by the banks of the Lemno burn and in 10 acre wood and we were
frequent visitors to Clatterha’ smiddy to watch the blacksmith shoeing
horses. We went to the tattie planting and the tattie picking.
We started off the tattie picking with a “half bit” and marvelled at Mrs
Robertson from Bogindollo, as she took on a “bit and a half”. We
were paid, if memory serves me right, the princely sum of 7/6d per day for
our efforts, all of which went to our mother to help buy clothes, etc.
As part of our pay we also received, from the farmer, our “rations” of tea,
sugar, butter, salt, etc. In those days the potato harvest was
considered to be more important than education so that, if the weather was
bad during the “Tattie Holidays” then we were all given an extra week’s
holiday so that the tatties could be picked. One family that was
indispensable to the “Tattie lifting” was the “McPhees”. They
were travelling people and arrived every year to set up their camp near the
village. While they were there their children came to the
school. During the summer we picked raspberries every day for Mr
McCaig at Foreside of Cairn and were paid ½d per pound.
Margaret, who was still very young at the time, was never very good at the
rasp picking and was frequently told by our mother that it cost more to make
her sandwiches than she earned for the day!
When we started at Oathlaw school in the late 1940s
all our class work was done on slates with slate pencils and all our written
work was done with old-fashioned pens with an inkwell in each desk.
The heating in the school was by a coal-burning stove and it was part of the
Dominie’s duties to ensure that it was stoked up. One of the
highlights of the school year was the Christmas party. The
Greenhill-Gardynes at Finavon Castle donated a tree from the estate and this
was decorated by the school children by making chains and lanterns from
sticky paper and then stood in a corner of a classroom. Real
candles were used for the tree and it was a really magical time for the
children. Mrs Robertson from Bogindollo made a dumpling for the
party every year. There were games galore and a nativity play
performed by the children.
There was a store of emergency rations kept at the
school so that the children could be fed if they were “snowed-in”.
None of us can remember this ever happening but the school was occasionally
closed due to the weather. In 1953 a gale blew down most of the
trees in the woods around Oathlaw. Margaret was in Stracathro
Hospital at the time suffering from pneumonia and pleurisy and was very
aggrieved that the family could not visit her for some days.
There was also a very severe blizzard in 1957/8 in which several lives were
lost in the County of Angus. On that occasion Gordon, who was in
“digs” in Arbroath at the time, managed to get a bus to Brechin, stocked up
with bread there, and walked from Brechin to Oathlaw through the drifts.
Another highlight of the year was the school trip,
usually to the seaside. Streamers were hung out the windows of
the bus and “Clementine” and various other favourite songs were sung with
great gusto. If the weather was bad at our destination we
adjourned to the local church hall and still had a thoroughly enjoyable
time.
At the end of each school year the prizes were
presented by the Greenhill-Gardynes from the Castle and, as each child went
forward to collect their prize, the girls would curtsey and the boys
saluted. Gordon still has the “George B Craik” school shield,
which has the inscription, “To commemorate faithful service in Tannadice &
Oathlaw 1919 – 1939”. It bears the names (starting from 1940)
Nora E Whitton, Hamish A McLeod, Agnes Kerr, David Hay, Maureen Mudie,
Robert Cargill, Agnes Kerr (again), Charles C Cargill, Isobel M Mudie,
Isabella Brown, Ian McLeod, Janet Grant, Gordon Milne, Elma Carr, James
Snedden, Billy Dunn, Gordon Snedden and Rosemary Dunn.
Each child got a third of a pint of milk each day and
school dinners were brought from Forfar. Short trousers were the order
of the day for all the boys at the school, summer and winter, and in fact
Jim remembers that he still wore short trousers during his first year at
Forfar Academy. The library van came to the school at regular
intervals and delivered two large, heavy, flat wooden boxes with a rope
handle at each end. Locals who wanted a library book came to the
school to make their choice. Entertainment was, of course, very
limited. There was no television and the radio had a wet battery
that had to be re-charged by taking it in to Forfar or Brechin. The
nearest cinemas were five miles away in Forfar. As far as the
schoolhouse was concerned cards were the usual form of entertainment.
We learned card games by the score, from “Slippery Anne” to Bezique and it
has to be said that our father took these games very seriously and should
you play what he considered to be the “wrong card” then that was quickly
pointed out! There were of course concerts and dances, whist drives
and beetle drives and various other social events in the school and these
were always well attended even on the darkest and wildest of nights.
For several years our father put on a firework display in the schoolhouse
garden for all the pupils, their parents, and their friends and these
displays were always very popular.
In 1953 a bonfire was lit on Finavon Hill to
commemorate the Queen’s accession to the throne and we all set off to see
it. At that time Jim and Gordon were friendly with Ian Penman
who stayed at “Benshie” (Ballinshoe) Farm and his father took us up the hill
in his car. He found that, even in the lowest gear, his car
would not climb the hill road so, knowing that reverse gear was lower than
first gear, he turned the car round and went up backwards! The
same Ian Penman went with Jim, Gordon and father Snedden for a camping
holiday in Anstruther. This was before our father had any
transport. A large tent was borrowed from Major Neish at
Tannadice, loaded in to a large wicker basket along with all the other
necessities for the holiday and carried to the road end at Parkford.
We went by bus to Forfar and then boarded the train to Anstruther.
At Anstruther one of the porters allowed us to borrow a trolley and we
wheeled the wicker basket through the streets of the town (to our
great embarrassment) to the local campsite. Major Neish also
gave the Dominie a brace of pheasants every year. Being a
“Townie” our mother had no idea how to clean them and had to get someone
else to do it for her.
In the mid 50s our father bought his first car from
Joe Munro’s garage in Kirriemuir – it was a Sunbeam Talbot 90 and it was his
pride and joy. He could not drive of course and was actually
taught by Jim who had learned to drive on Dave Whitton’s tractor!
He was in his mid 40s by then and this gives some indication of the standard
of living in those days compared to to-day!
Of those who stayed in the area at the time there was
Mrs McKenzie who stayed in the old cottage opposite the school and gave
sound advice to our family on country life in general. I believe
her husband (deceased before our arrival) was a coachman for the
Greenhill-Gardynes at Finavon Castle. There were the “Malcolm’s”
at Parkford Farm (who in later years moved to Forfar, the “Retties” at
Braeheads (their mother was a great “home baker” – they also moved to
Forfar), the “Millars” almost opposite Wester Oathlaw. Jim
Gold stayed at Oathlaw crossroads across from Mrs Mackenzie, the “Elders”
were at Meadows Farm and the Smiths at Battledykes. The
Procurator Fiscal stayed at Westwood and the “Simpsons” were at Bogindollo
(Bobby Simpson now stays in Brechin).
Oathlaw School was closed by the Education authorities
about 1970 and shortly afterwards they decided that the schoolhouse should
be sold. George and Elizabeth Snedden moved firstly to
Auchmithie schoolhouse and then to a house in Kirriemuir.
George Snedden died in 1981 and his wife Elizabeth
died in 1986. If they had still been alive they would have been
amazed at the changes in Oathlaw and the surrounding area with many new
houses built and most, if not all, of the farm worker’s houses and the
County Council houses now in private occupation.
BONNIE OATHLAW
Oh some folk bide in Glesca, and some in Dundee On the high hielan hills or the isles o’ the sea, And they sing o’ their hameland, and boast it’s sae braw But there’s nane o’ them finer than Bonnie Oathlaw. For its air is sae fresh and its grass is sae green And the woods and the valleys would gladden your een, And the kind folk aroon ye, in cottage or ha’ Mak’ ye glad that you’re living in Bonnie Oathlaw.
Oh it’s grand in the springtime when winter has fled and nature’s astir in its dark earthy bed,. When the birds build their nests and the rooks start tae caw Oh wha widna be happy in Bonnie Oathlaw. Then the fine days o’ summer, the hum o’ the bees A’ the flowers in their glory, the green o’ the trees, Or when Autumn paints gaily each rowan and haw Then there’s nae place tae touch ye, my Bonnie Oathlaw.
And even when winter its cauld breath has blawn And the birds and the bees and the flowers are gone, When the Hill o’ Finavon is mantled wi’ snaw Still ma heart is contented in Bonnie Oathlaw. Oh its jist a wee hamlet, no muckle weel kent And yet there, mony gey happy days I hae spent, And it’s there I would bide, till ma last breath I draw And they lay me to rest in ma Bonnie Oathlaw. Words by G.F. Snedden (Dominie at Oathlaw School 1949-1970, died 21.12.81) |
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