Bygone News - Hobbies en Milk Delivering and Berry Picking <p>Lived in Findcastle Place in Fintry late 50's early 60's . My father was the milkmam and I and 3 other boys delivered milk with him. I started at age 11 and finished when I was 16. We worked from 5 30 in the morning until 7 30. Carried two metal crates with 8 bottles of milk in each 364 days, got New Year's Day off. The winter was horrible used to go round hands and feet frozen, snot dripping but summer was great because when we finished the milk we would catch the berry lorry at Fintry shops and pick berries all day. Make a fortune.&nbsp;</p> Childhood Hobbies Work / Working Life Lynda Kay (Campbell) Fintry Mon, 02 Mar 2015 09:16:07 +0000 lynne.davidson 1304 at Jean Bruce Pringle - Ballet School <p>I also went to Jean Pringle at the foot of King Street&nbsp; - I think round about &nbsp;<br />1960. Linda Penman who lived in Albert Street also went there and a girl &nbsp;<br />called Ria or Lea who was from Charleston Dundee. I absolutely loved it. Jean &nbsp;<br />looked every inch a ballet dancer and my weekly lesson couldn't come quick &nbsp;<br />enough for me. Hopefully I will hear a bit more from some other pupils from &nbsp;<br />that time.</p> Albert Street King Street 1960's Childhood Dancing / Dance Halls Hobbies Margie Bruce (nee Williamson) Charleston Stobswell Tue, 08 May 2012 15:39:27 +0000 lynne.davidson 945 at Make-do-and-mend <p>My Dad was manager at Bonar Long, and an expert in make-do-and-mend. When Dundee's trams were withdrawn in 1956, Dad bought some tram track and tram chassis. The track was laid in the new Bonar Long factory at Kingsway West, and the chassis converted into a truck to convey transformer oil tanks into a giant oven for storing their enamel and for vacuum testing. Dad also bought some tram seats for our garden, and I still have one of the red leather bolsters.</p> 1950's Hobbies Railways / Trains Trams George MacDonald Mon, 14 Mar 2011 12:39:09 +0000 lynne.davidson 662 at Train Spotting <div class="content clear-block"> <p><span class='wysiwyg_imageupload image imgupl_floating_right imgupl_styles_spacing_20_black_border\n\rBlack Border'><a href="" rel="lightbox[wysiwyg_imageupload_inline]" title=""><img src="" alt="" title="" class="imagecache wysiwyg_imageupload imgupl_styles_spacing_20_black_border\n\rBlack Border imagecache imagecache-medium" style="" width="230" height="165" /></a> <span class='image_meta'></span></span>The white-painted gates at the level crossing bisecting Gray Street, Broughty Ferry clattered shut, trembled for a moment then settled down to await the arrival of the next express from Edinburgh to Aberdeen. So did I. It was 1946 and I was eight years old. Easily remembered since eight is my favourite number. I was a compulsive watcher of trains.<span class="read-more"><a href="/reminiscences/train-spotting"><strong>&nbsp;Read more......</strong></a></span></p> </div> Gray Street 1940's Hobbies Railways / Trains Work / Working Life Bob Broughty Ferry Thu, 03 Mar 2011 11:35:13 +0000 lynne.davidson 588 at