Edinburgh History - Granton Harbour in the 1930s

Recollections

George Smith

Vancouver Island, British Columbia

The Pier and Searchlights

"The recent postcards evoked memories of the harbour - a Sunday outing with my father, less frequent than I would have liked as his weekends were taken up with Territorial Army duties both at Granton and Leith.

I remember as a small boy being apprehensive about the water swirling beneath the old wooden pier through whose wide spaced timbers one could see oily looking water. The pier seemed to be populated by old men with fishing rods. Was there a small light tower at the end?

My father's company of Royal Engineers (585 Field Coy, York Place) seemed to have some responsibility for the fixed searchlights at Leith Docks; I do not know if there were any at Granton."

George Smith, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

1. Answer

"There were no searchlights in Granton."

Walter Hume, Scottish trawlers research, Cowes, Isle of Wight, England

Tube-like Vessels

"In the thirties there were two long tube like vessels moored in Granton harbour; I was told they were old submarines but I was too young to know what that meant.

Does anyone have a similar recollection of what must have been WWl vessels?"

George Smith, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

2. Answer

"The two tube like vessels moored off the eastern breakwater were known as camels, very similar in appearance to submarines, used to assist in the raising or salvage of ships.

These had been brought from Inverkeithing to keep a damaged Granton trawler afloat after being in collision near Inchkeith. The camels could be flooded, then emptied by using compressed air, similar to floatation air bags as used today.

The date in question was 1938, as at the same time they were moored in Granton, the old Lighthouse/Buoy tender, s.s. MAY was laid up pending disposal, sold for £1000 and scrapped at Bo'ness.

The new MAY, commissioned March 1938 had recently arrived at her station on the West Pier."

Walter Hume, Scottish trawlers research, Cowes, Isle of Wight, England

Inchkeith and Granton

At the commencement of WWll the Engineers were based on Inchkeith which also had artillery.

I have some memory of a warning shot from Inchkeith skipping on the water and ending up on the Granton waterfront.

Is this a false memory or part of Wardie folklore?"

George Smith, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

3. Answer

The ‘’practise’’ shell did not land on the Granton fore-shore; it landed on a tenement near Salamander Street.

Walter Hume, Scottish trawlers research, Cowes, Isle of Wight, England

Recollections

Alastair Berry

Vancouver Island, British Columbia

William Muir and The Pharos

"I was brought up in the 30's in Wardie and seem to remember being taken to Granton for a Trip on the paddle boat 'William Muir'

The Boat tied up in the East basin almost at the sloping slip and quite close by was a Lighthouse Supply ship 'The Pharos'. Looking back it seemed to sport a lot of YELLOW PAINT!

Alastair Berry, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Middle Pier

The station on the central arm of the harbour had one of these 'PENNY' slot machines with footballers, I think.

I used to spend hours on that harbour, fascinated by the ICE FACTORY:

- watching the massive compressor fly wheel and con rod rotating about 60 rpm.

- seeing the pipes covered in frost - and deeply inhaling the ammonia fumes that permeated the area:

- watching the men with hooks sliding blocks of ice into Joe Croan's(?)

- watching the fish being unloaded from the trawlers......wonderful for an 8 yrs old kid!!

In the middle of 1939, we moved to Liberton.

Alastair Berry, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Wardie Steps

As a youngster I used the Wardie Steps to get down to the breakwater and Granton beach where I used to play quite a lot.

A memory of Wardie Steps is that one house wife used to 'holy stone' her front door threshold lavender colour rather than the more common white.

Alastair Berry, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Granton Breakwater

A curious memory, one year, 1937 -38 I guess, cuttlefish appeared and scooted about in the surf.

They were about 2' long- several were caught and dragged on shore for us kids to admire!!

The only other fish I remember being caught were mackerel that were taken on the wooden light house section at the distant end of the breakwater.

Alastair Berry, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Recollections

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson who wrote:

Neighbours

"I was brought up in Granton in the late-1930s and early-1940s. Ii stayed there until I joined the army in 1956.

I remember Jean Foley an' Fay MacDonald. They lived in Granton Medway and were our next door neighbours. They made fishing nets on piece work in the backgreen to earn extra cash.

Shops

"Louis Demarco was a very kind man. If you only had one old penny he would always give you a small bag of chips. Bert, his son was a champion snooker player.

At Granton square the shops on the front were, the cobbler, barber, newsagent and a Café for the work men

Poem

"Here are a few verses about Granton, as remembered from the time that I lived there. I hope your viewers can follow the dialect.

Guid Times at Granton

Granton, Granton how proud ye were, when horse an’ cairt aince graced yer square.

Yince a place fu o’ thrills when grass boats fed the paper mills.

Wagons loaded engines steamin' - lorries tae on journeys screamin’,

headin’ fer the mills afar, Granton, Granton, yer quite a star.

Doon the Eli Brae we’d run tae the harbour fer some fun.

Mony things fer boys tae dae, filled thier hearts in every way.

Boat building, My! whit a trade gied local folk a livin' wage.

Watching the blacksmith at his fire, little boys did this inspire.

Some things stuck in oor heads, Jean Foley an’ Fay makin’ nets,

set thier strands ‘tween claes poles fine an’ sometimes sang an’ worked till nine.

My, Oh my whit a place, lots o’ bairns Granton raised.

Plenty o’ fun wis the game. Oot a' day, nae gaun hame.

Doon tae the beach, aff we’d gae, intae the hot roll shop on the way.

The rolls wid see us thro’, till the sea from the shore withdrew.

Buckies an’ mussels frae the rocks we’d gather in auld milk tins fu’ o’ sea water,

Biled them on a fire sae braw, fueled wi’ wid an coal an aw.

Wee laddies playin’ an’ lassies skippin’ - a’ oor games sae braw an’ grippin’.

My! Whit times they really were, Granton's bairns playin’ at the Square.

On workin’ morns, Granton wis busy. Folk catchin’ trams fair in a tizzie.

Steam engines blawin’, works whistles tae, folk frae the noises knew the time o’ day.

At Louis Demarcos, on a Sunday morn, queuin’ fer fags wis quite the norm.

Staun in the queue tae keep a place wis whit we done tae get some grace.

Doon by the harbour there wis some shoppies, the cobbler, the barber an’ a paper shoppie.

Oh, michty me, how times flew on since I was a lad in old Granton.

DF.377 **

** Dave tells me that he ends all his poems with DF 377. (This was part of his army number.)

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 8, 2012

Reply to Recollections

Peter Stubbs

Edinburgh

Hi Dave. This is just a brief note to let you know that your contribution in 'Recollection 6' above is appreciated.

- I enjoyed reading your poem and adding it to the web site.

- About half an hour after I added it to the site, I received this message from Allan Dodds, now living in Nottingham, who wrote:

Granton Poem

"This is superb! More of this sort of thing is needed"

Allan Dodds, Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, England

More Poems

I look forward adding more of your contributions to the site, Dave.

Meanwhile, if anybody would like to read a few more poems, you'll find some written by members of Edinburgh Photographic Society on this page:

EPS Poems

Recollections

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson's for sending another poem about growing up in Granton.

Here it is:

Summer Days in Granton

Being a bairn at Granton had lots o' fun an' joy

fer me an' wee Rab a pair o' growin' boys.

A pair o' skates at times we had, we jist got one each.

We were the lads.

We balanced on a single skate went fleein' doon the street.

We started at the Keepie so we could get some speed.

The journey was a good ane as we went fleein'

by Past Louis Demarco's chippie an' the Anchor Inn.

Och aye, the Wire Works we passed as weel, auld Charlie Smiths tae

Then, fleein' on another bit we passed the Eli Brae

Granton Square came loomin' up an sittin' roond the bend

Auld Foley wi' his horse an cairt, that's where oor journey ends.

Now that wis fun I'll tell ye this,

fer laddies growin' up, playin' up an doon the street

ootside the Anchor pub, singin' an' shoutin' or playin' a game o' tig, balancin' on the Anchor rail thinkin' ye were big.

Mony things we had tae dae that kept us on the spree

like buildin' guiders, wi' driftwood frae the sea.

We pulled oot a' the nails, straightened them by hand

an' yaised them ower again, we were a happy band.

We made holes in the timbers tae mak a swivel joint.

We yaised a red hot poker wi a sharp tip at the point.

Makin' guiders wis oor game, masters we truly were

cause we could run them roond aboot tae tak us anywhere.

Guiders strong, an barries tae.

We pulled them up the Eli Brae

fu' o' coke tae stoke the fire,

a' brocht hame frae the cinder mire.

Hard work done, jist fun tae laddies

chopped sticks tae sell thripence a baggie.

Selt o' them tae oor neighbours fine

tae get some money fer picture time.

Off tae the Emby we did go

tae see Roy Rodgers in a picture show.

My,Oh My it wis great fun

growin up in old Granton.

Stories, stories I could write sae many

o' things we done tae get a penny.

Times like these were fun an' joy.

Jist whit wis needed fer twae growin boys

DF.377

Dave explained:

*Eli Brae*	*A shortcut from West Granton Road to Shore Road*
*Emby*	*This was our name for the Embassy Cinema in Boswall Parkway.*
*Auld Foley*	*He lived Granton Medway and was a cairter for the Duke o' Buccleuch.*
*daughter Jean*	*She made fish nets in the backgreen.*
single skate	It was common for children in large families to have one skate each.
*The Keepie*	*The keep left sign at junction of West Granton Road. Pilton Drive North and Granton Crescent.*
*Cinder Mire*	*The old stone quarry behind Granton gas works. It was used as a tip for waste from the gas plant.* We used to glean the coke from the tip.

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 12, 2012

Reply to Recollections

Archie Foley

Joppa, Edinburgh

I mentioned to Archie Foley that one of Jean Foley was featured in Dave Ferguson's poem, 'Guid Times at Granton'.

Archie then read Dave's poem 'Summer Days at Granton' and wrote:

Auld Foley and his Daughter

"I see that Dave Ferguson is continuing to immortalise my family in verse: "Auld Foley wi' his horse an cairt" is definitely my great-uncle Frank.

When I got my memory working, I remembered he had a daughter named Jean, mentioned in the first poem, 'Guid Times at Granton.''

Uncle Frank was commonly referred to as Old Fritz in the family, and his son Francis as Young Fritz.

I think Uncle Frank worked for Edward Ferry the Contractor. His older brother, Peter, though definitely worked around the Middle Pier for the Duke of Buccleuch until into his seventies."

Archie Foley, Joppa, Edinburgh: February 15, 2012

Recollections

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson's for sending a third poem about growing up in Granton.

Here it is:

Winter Time at Granton

Winter time at Granton wis really fu' o' fun,

sledgin' an slidin' in the winter sun.

Wearin' oot yer shoes by slidin' doon the street

an' sometimes five star bits, but it was sure a treat.

Alang the crescent we did go tae hae some sledgin' fun,

frae the nineteen bus terminus the sledgin' route did run.

Jist like a glacier glistenin' bright,

the ice covered slope every bairns delight.

Fleeing on yer sledge tae the bottom o' the hill

wis a' that wis needed tae gi'e the bairns a thrill.

Ten at night we're a' called hame,

oot came the mithers tae the hill again.

Pails o' water they splashed it doon

It froze on the hill, Granton's winter croon.

Oot came the bairns the followin' day,

smillin' an' laughin that wis the way.

DF.377

Dave explained:

Five star bits

A free issue of boots from the Police.

They had five holes in the tongue. This stood for 'Do not pawn these boots', a message known to all pawn brokers.

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 15, 2012

Recollections

10.

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson's for sending another poem about growing up in Granton.

Dave wrote

Billy and John

I wrote this poem to two of my pals, Billy Paton and John Mitchell, some twenty five years ago when Billy was going on a visit to John who lives in New Zealand.

We made a video of me reciting it and changing from casual dress to full highland dress, gradually through the recital.

It was timed to start at seven minutes to midnight on old years night with the recital finishing and the new year being welcomed in with the pipes and drums.

I have never seen the completed video. Come on one of you send me a copy.

When We Were Lads

Oh pals o’ mine I write these lines,
o’ times gone bye when we were nine.
Grand days were they, as lads we played
in Granton harbour or Wardie bay.

Tae see the boats unload their cargo,
Esparto grass frae Spanish portos
Fish landin’s tae, a sicht tae see,
a smillin’ crew a’ filled wi’ glee

Alang the harbour would surely stroll.
the 'Tap' or 'Anchor', next port o’ call.
Sometimes wi’ luck some fish we’d get
frae aff the grund or cobbled set.

Aye, hame tae the hoose in haste ye’d skip
an hae yer ma mak fish an chips.
They'd,they’d a’ tuck in an’ fair enjoy a meal
brocht hame frae a wee wee boy.

GRAND TIMES WERE THEY WHEN WE WERE LADS.

The fun we had in times gone by
micht bring a glint or tear tae eye.
Grand times were they, when we were lads.

Doon tae the cinder quarry we’d aften gae
tae gether coke an’ sometimes play.

Auld granny Smith remember her?
A vantis gie ye if she had any
an tak frae ye jist one auld penny.

GRAND TIMES WERE THEY WHEN WE WERE LADS.

Tell yer kids that they micht ken
the fun ye had when nearly ten
Remember the girds an' guiders we had?
Auld tyres, bike wheels, we were the lads.

We'd roll them up an doon the road
an’ laugh an play an jump like toads.
Aye, doon the street ye’d scoot wi’ pride
upon yer guider a handsome ride.

Ye’d fill yer heart wi a’ its glories
tae gi’e some grit tae oor wee stories.

GRAND TIMES WERE THEY WHEN WE WERE LADS.

The whips an peeries ye’ll no’ forget.
We played wi’ them on the 'Anchor' steps
The coloured tops a’ aglow
when spinnin' roond a grand, grand show.

The lassies, tae, wi’ sticks an’ string
up in the air diabolos fling.
‘Twas a grand sicht tae see,
wee bairns, contented, happy.

GRAND TIMES WERE THEY WHEN WE WERE LADS.

Now here we are as grown men,
oor hearts fair fu’ o’ stories braw,
wis it really a’ that lang ago
since we were lads at Granton ‘o’.

When we were young, fine weel ye ken,
They were the times that made us men.

GRAND TIMES WERE THEY WHEN WE WERE LADS.

DF.377

Dave explained:

*Esparto grass*	I understood that it came from Spain. I now know that it comes from Africa.
*The Tap and* *'The Anchor Inn''*	*These were two well known pubs frequented by trawlermen at the end of a trip.* ©
*Cinder Quarry*	*The old stone quarry the gas works used as a tip for waste from the retorts.*
*Granny Smith*	*She lived at 21 West Granton Road, most older people will remember her from her hut shop next to Sheriff's chemical store on the shore road at Royston beach.* ©
*Vantis*	*I’ll bet this brings back a few memories. It was a fizzy drink, which consisted of a fruit tablet put in some water and charged with oxygen to aerate it.* *It was really great if you had a penny. There were not many to spare then, but we were happy.*
*Gird*	*A hoop to roll up the street.*
*Guider*	*A boys' steerable cart*
*Whip and peerie*	*A spinning top, which you kept spinning by whipping it. We coloured the top with crayons to enjoy the mix spinning.*
*Diabolo*	*A girls toy. I’ll tell ye, some of these girls could really work them - two sticks, a piece of string and the Diablo, and off they went.*

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 14, 2012

Recollections

11.

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson's for sending yet another poem about growing up in Granton.

Here it is:

Fishin' Times at Granton

The Partan Run

We harvested partans when evenin’ tides were low,

an' mony a guid bag we truly had to show.

An iron cleek wis yaised tae reach the partans den.

We wriggled it roond aboot an’ up an’ doon again.

This agitates the monster lyin’ in the lair.

We kept on goin’ tae anger him some mair.

He wid grab the cleek wi’ claws that could surely break a finger.

We pu’ed him frae his lair ‘cause we didnae want tae linger

In the bag he wid gae till we had enough

fer feedin’ a family big wis really quite tough.

The partan run wis aften guid tae a’ us hardy lads

an’ yince mair on the table food fer mum an’ dad.

The seaside wis sich a joy fer Granton's girls an’ boys,

’cause sometimes we’d see a school o’ porpoise.

The sea was fu’ o’ life fer a’ the bairns tae see.

Up wid pop a seal, always on the spree.

Lovely lobsters tae we were really lucky tae catch,

’cause they were very wary an hid well in their patch.

Buckies tae another food we’d harvest frae the sea

alang wi’ bags o’ mussels, Granton bairns were we.

We ate a’ the mussels enjoyed a’ the fun,

’cause we were Granton's bairns on the partan run.

Sledgin doon the hill for fer fun.

Happy bairns in the winter sun.

DF.377

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 18, 2012

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13.

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Dave Ferguson replied:

Crabs

"We had no trouble eating the crabs when I came out of the army in 1959. I used to catch them at Granton, and I ate them until the mid-1960s.

By that time, I lived in Jamaica Street. We had a German lady named Freida who lived in the same stair. I caught the crabs she dressed them. They were absolutely delicious."

Dave added:

Partans

"Yes, we always used the word ''partan' as boys. I don't know the origin of the word but I certainly used it from a very young age.

We could distinguish between a common crab and a partan by the shell. The partan had a light brown smooth shell. You will see it in any fishmonger's shop today."

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 19, 2012

Recollections

14.

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson who wrote:

Granton Characters

Jimmy Watson

The Coalman

"Jimmy lived in the big house on the corner of West Granton Road and Pilton Drive North. He used to cut logs in the front yard with quite a contraption for a saw bench.

He used to jack up the rear of his small truck onto axle stands, remove one wheel and fit a hub to drive the belt of the saw.

He was always bawling and shouting, especially if the saw jammed. He was a loud man who enjoyed a few beers. He was well liked in Granton. As bairns, we thought it was great to watch and listen to him."

Mr Blaikie

The Fruitman

"Mr Blaikie lived in Granton Crescent, as I recall.

He used to bring his fruit barrow to the side of the Anchor Inn on a Saturday evening. One of us would pinch a bit fruit from his barrow, knowing he could be seen, then Blaikie would start throwing chipped fruit at us.

It was a great way to get a freebie, we thought we were smart but he new what we were up to, and was glad to get rid of the chipped fruit and have a bit fun with us. They don't come like that any more."

Charlie Smith

The Grocer

"Charlie owned the grocer shop in West Granton Road before Mr Ramage had it, He was quite a guy. He always had a story to tell and kept his customers happy.

One morning, I overheard him tell his customers: 'See her fae the Medway - what's her name? - she stood there gossiping fer sae long yesterday that a dug thought she was a post''. I just burst out laughing and had to run very fast.

He was a good man and always helpful. He sold everything you could think of from groceries to cycle spares, briquettes and firewood. He charged accumulator batteries for the wireless.

Charlie was always cheery. We could do with some of his kind nowadays."

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: February 29, 2012

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15.

Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson's for sending yet another poem about growing up in Granton.

Here it is:

Guid Grub at Granton

Granton grub wis really great, plenty fish an' tatties,

Its what we ate in Granton when we were growin' laddies.
Stovies tae, a tasty dish, jist burnt a bit fer flavour,
Wis whit we liked as Granton lads, sich tasty bits tae savour.

Hot scones an' jam richt aff the girdle, we scoffed them aff wi' joy,
Cause we were always hungry as growin' Granton boys.
Ma mither was a guid cook, when it came tae mince an' tatties,
A handfu' o' macaroni in the mince, guid grub fer growin' laddies.

We loved these tasty dinners an' ne'r did complain,
Fer grub like that wis great, wholesome an plain

DF.377

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: March 3, 2012

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Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to Dave Ferguson for following up his 'Recollections 14' above by telling me about more Granton characters.

Dave wrote:

More Granton Characters

Tosh

and his ponies

"I think 'Tosh' was short for McIntosh. I never knew him by any other name. He lived in Wardieburn Road.

How many folk remember Tosh with his fine ponies? When he wasn't busy doing business, he would come to Charlie Smith's field in West Granton Road with his ponies.

We could ride round the field thripence a ride. (Roy Rodgers, Hopalong Cassidy an Gene Autry, had nothing on us.)

Tosh was a smiling, curly headed man who had plenty of time for us bairns. His ponies were kept at Texas on the shore road at Granton. There were a few stables there. I'm not sure who they belonged to.

Baxter, the fruit and veg man, kept his pony there too. He did a daily round with his cart in the Granton-Wardieburn area.

Around the stable area there was an abundance of rabbits and foxes."

Davo Fraser

and the kites

"Davo and his family lived in Granton Medway. They were a family full of fun. Does anyone remember the family, Davie, Dolly, and Totsie. There may have been a younger child. I'm not too sure

During the street party for the Coronation, Davo was King. There was much singing and dancing, and feasting as well. Well, there were plenty sandwiches and cream cookies. To us, it was a feast, Davo's radiogram was in the garden playing at full blast.

I'll tell you, we might have been poor but we knew how to enjoy ourselves and help each other, and we had the greatest respect for all the parents around us. They were there for us.

When we were bairns, we made our own kites. We used bamboo to make the cross, covered it with brown paper and stuck it down with gummed paper.

Some of us from the larger families couldn't afford the materials so Davo and Mr Walker, his neighbour, made a huge kite taller than a man with a divot on the tail. They flew it in the big field, as we knew it, right behind the Anchor Inn, it took three grown men to control it.

What a grand sight for Granton's bairns. All of us who hadn't a kite knew we belonged because of Davo Fraser and Mr Walker. Where has all the fun gone for children these days?"

The Reid Brothers

and their Accordions

"The Reid Brothers lived at 23 West Granton Road. They were both blind, but were very accomplished accordion players, well known in the Granton area. We could often hear them practicing as we passed by thier house."

Mrs Ramsay

The Toffee Cup Woman

"I always remember Mrs Ramsay as 'The Toffee Cup Woman'. She lived in Granton Medway and sold toffee cups at the kitchen window for a penny or tuppence each depending on size.

If she saw you had no money, she would call you over and ask if you wanted a toffee covered spoon - but don't tell the rest.

You were never left out at Granton. Times were hard for all but great times they surely were."

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: March 3, 2012

Recollections

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Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to David Ferguson for sending another of his poems about Granton to me.

Here it is:

Sundays at Granton

Sundays at Granton wis fun fer a' the lads,
Oot playing fitba' alang wi thier dads.
Twenty a side wis quite a common sight,
We played there a' day an' ne'r once a fight.

Aff came the shirts as the sweat came pouring oot,
As the dads an the lads on the pitch ran aboot.
It really wis a hoot, the scores were such a joy,
15 fer the faithers an 20 fer the boys.

Happy times they really were fer men an' growin' laddies, Fitba' in the big field* then hame tae mince an' tatties

DF.377

* Dave Ferguson added:

Two Fields

"At Granton, in my time, there were two fields, the big field and the wee field:

- The wee field was Charlie Smith's field

- The big field was right behind the Anchor Inn.

© Reproduced with acknowledgement to Simmons Aerofilms Ltd (who took this photograph),
United Wire Works (who used it on a postcard) and Malcolm Cant (who provided a copy of the postcard)

In this aerial photos which looks to the NW across United Wire Works, the two fields can clearly be seen.

The big field has a worn patch where the fitba' action took place.

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: March 4, 2012

Aerial View

2001

In the aerial vie below, we zoom out to see West Granton Road that passed immediately to the south of Anchor Inn, but is just cut off the bottom of the photo above. This view looks to the north.

By the time that this 2001 aerial view was taken, United Wire Works had expanded to the south, absorbing the big field and the wee field that used to lie between the wire works and the Anchor Inn.

Peter Stubbs, Edinburgh: March 4+5, 2012

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Dave Ferguson

Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland

Thank you to David Ferguson for writing again, this time with a list of the shops at West Granton Road around the 1940s.

Dave wrote:

West Granton Road Shops

Around 1940s

Starting at Broompark Avenue and travelling west, these were the shops:

- Charlie Smith, general store

- Anchor Inn, off licence

- Sherring's, butcher

- Demarco's, fish & chip shop

- Demarco's, ice cream shop and café with snooker room at the rear

- Cook's, newsagent

- Noble Gresty, grocer

- Leith Provident, bakery

- Leith Provident, butcher

- Watson's, clothing and wools

- Leith Provident, grocery

- Dumfriesshire Dairy Company, dairy goods

- Halside, fishmonger. His brother also served apprenticeship in the shop.

- drysalter

- Hay's Cash Storegrocery and vegetables

Crossing over the road and travelling back, the shops were

- Albert's, fish & chip shop

- Jimmy Smith, barber

- Chemist shop

- Bee Hive, clothing and footwear, grocery

- Mathieson, baker. Their bakehouse was in Main Street, Newhaven.
Their goods were of most excellent quality with a very distinctive taste.

- Ellen's Library, lending library and sweet shop

Dave Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland: April 29, 2012 + May 6, 2012

Recollections

22.

John Stevenson

Trinity, Edinburgh

I remember the restrictions that applied to buying drinks in Public Houses on a Sunday in Scotland for the first few years after I arrived in Edinburgh at the age of 18 in 1963.

John Stevenson also remembers that era.

John tells me:

The Granton Ferry

To Burntisland ...

"The 4pm Sailing of the 'Wullie Muir' and, in later years, the 'Thane of Fife' from Granton to Burntisland was always busy on a Sunday. Passengers used to travel the five miles across the Firth of Forth on the ferry then drink in the Pubs at Burntisland in the evening.

The Law in Scotland then allowed drinking on a Sunday evening from 5pm to 10pm, but only for 'bona fide travellers'."

... and Return to Granton

"The drinkers returned on the last ferry back across the Forth, arriving in Granton at about 11pm. They were met there by 6 policemen - twice the number that were normally based at Granton in the Police Houses at the foot of Granton Road, close to the harbour.

The Police tried to prevent any unruly behaviour by the drinkers, though I remember my Mum and Dad telling me that on some Sundays the drinkers managed to break a few windows in Granton on their return from Burntisland.

John D Stevenson Trinity Edinburgh: February 5, 2012

Recollections

23.

John Fraser

Edinburgh

Thank you to John Fraser for posting message in the EdinPhoto guestbook about items found on the tip at Granton Harbour.

John wrote:

Old Bike

Found at Granton Tip

"I lived in Granton in 1942-1953, at 5 Wardieburn Place East.

I still remember the old bike that we found on the tip at Granton Harbour. It had no tyres, no chain, no seat and no brakes.

- I sat on the crossbar

- Ian Little was behind me with his feet on the pedals.

- Alec Sutherland stood on the forks at the back, hands on Ian's shoulders.

- John Wood sat on the handlebars.

Off we went down Wardieburn Street North, picking up speed with Tom Hume pushing at the back."

Accident

"We approached the pavement in Granton Crescent at the top of the hill. I couldn't reach the ground with my feet and I couldn't turn the handlebars, so we hit the pavement and came to a dead stop.

- John Wood came off the handlebars and landed on the front wheel (very sore!)

- Ian's feet came off the pedals and he landed on the seat pillar (extremely sore!)

- Alec landed on the back wheel, repeating John Wood's scream of pain

- I went over the handlebars and landed on top of John, then on to the pavement (with one large egg on my head).

We returned the bike to the dump."

Old Boat

Found at Granton Tip

"The other adventure we had was with our 'boat'.

Louis Wood, John Inglis, Andrew (Tickle) Little and my brother Davie found the shade from above a billiard table at the tip.

They brought it home and had it in the backgreen of No.5. They had all the children in the street gather tar bubbles from the roads and pavements.

Using an old tarpaulin, they melted the tar in an old five gallon drum. A man came from the council and said that our mothers would be evicted because of the smell from the tar, so after a few beltings the building of the boat was shifted elsewhere."

The Launch

"On the day of launching, the boat was put on two guiders and pulled to Granton beach. John Inglis said that as he was the oldest he should get first shot. The boat was pushed into the water and John paddled out. The water was shallow and he only got twenty feet out when he let out a yell: "The boat's sinking"

Rebuilding

"So, it was back home and more tar.

The second time was better. The boat didn't sink. It was Louis' turn, but he forgot to bring the paddle with him. By the time we got it to the launch site, the boat had floated too far out to reach. We stood and watched it until it disappeared from sight.

Regards to all:

- Nettie Jean Inglis

- Jeanette Scammel

and others."

John Fraser, Edinburgh: Message posted in EdinPhoto guestbook: February 12, 2013

Recollections

24.

John Fraser

Inch, Edinburgh

Thank you to John Fraser for following up his comments in Recollections 23 above with more memories.

John wrote:

Amnesty at Granton

"I remember the time when the railway wagons were at Granton shore filled with guns etc. They were headed for Brechins, the shipbreakers' yard. I had a few rifles without firing pins, sten guns and a bayonet.

An amnesty was called, asking people to give up their weapons. On the Tuesday morning (when the buckets went out) the streets of Granton were like an armed camp with all the rifles etc. in piles against the buckets.

Cordite

Later ,six wagons came off the track and the doors burst open. They were filled with rolls of cordite. Me and my pals laid a string of cordite along the gutter. Betty Henderson from No 7 was behind the hedges with her boyfriend. We put a small pile at the hedges, retreated to No.5 and lit the fuse.

Bright light, bang and screams. We ran!"

John Fraser, Inch, Edinburgh. Message posted in EdinPhoto guestbook on 20 March 2013, following up a message that he posted in the guestbook on 12 February 2013.

North Edinburgh

Cramond - Granton - Royston - Trinity - Wardie

Maps

Granton: transport map 1932

Granton: small map 1870

Granton: large map 1870

Recollections

Cramond: from 1940s

Cramond Island: 1970s

Granton: 1930s 1940s 1950s 1970s

Granton, Trinity, Wardie: 1940s 1950s - 60s

Lower Granton Road all dates