"My dad, on the left in this photo, was a great 'Leither'. He was proud of
his Leith background. He was born on the kitchen table in Coburg
Street, so the story goes! He
went to Leith Academy and played rugby for Leith Accies."
"Dad would take my brother and
me to Hawkhill
most Saturdays in the season to watch Leith Accies. We would end up in
the clubhouse with a bottle of coke and a packet of quavers to keep us quiet,
and we would be allowed to play on the one-armed
bandit with sixpences.
end of the match the 'pink paper' would phone up for the results.
If I was standing near the phone, I was
allowed to give them the score. Archie McPherson often dropped in after
he had been at Easter Road."
"Dad started out as a Shipping Clerk.
He worked at the bottom of Constitution Street,
then studied mechanics
at night school. Then he went to work for Belgrave Motors in
Belgrave Mews, Edinburgh.
He worked hard and eventually
became a partner in the firm."
"Dad died in 1999, at only 60 years old. He is
very much missed by a lot of folk.
Leith Rovers had held
a reunion in the late 1990s.
A lot of my dad's friend turned up at his
funeral. I had no idea who they were and had to ask. It was lovely that
they came along to pay their last respects."
recently posted this picture of
my dad's father, John
Mitchell Grant, standing in Princes Street
Gardens, holding the Grant Standard at
the 'Gathering of the Clans'
in the 1950s."
Alison Murray, Fife, Scotland:
November 10, 2009