Memories of Robert
This is just a few memories of Robert;-
Robert & I & a few mates used to go to the hills to collect Seagull’s Eggs,& on the way back we used to go call in past ‘Auld Robbie Johnson’ who lived in an old cotter house,where we delivered some eggs down his chimney & put a piece of turf on top of it,Auld Robbie would come out of his door waving his arms about & shouting something,i think it was in “French”?,we didn’t stay long enough to find out what he was saying,we took to our heels,i’m sure he was saying,’I don’t like my eggs smoked ‘,never once did he thank us for his eggs.When we got back home we went to the Quarry & lit a fire & put some potatoes in the open fire & fried the eggs on a tin lid & had our Barbeque of fried eggs & roast potatoes,which went down well.
Talking of Quarry,the time that Robert fell down the Quarry & came to a prickley end in a bramble bush.He said something in “French” which i think “Auld Robbie Johnson” must have taught him.
We used to go to dances,far & near.We went to Banff one night to a dance,but before we went to the dance hall we called in the pub for a pint or two,or was it three or four?,anyway, Robert won the bottle of whiskey in the raffle,afterwards we went to the dance,where as usual i went to the toilet,& on exit i picked up a new toilet roll which i stuck on the neck of Robert’s whiskey bottle which was in his jacket pocket without him knowing,then he decided to have a walk round the hall,i stayed where i was,hanging on to the end of the roll as he wandered round the hall leaving a paper trail.
We had some very good times together,we never had an argument.
Robert was more than a Brother,he was a Playmate,Workmate,& a very good person to be with.
He would give you his last penny & help you out of trouble if he could.He will be dearly missed.
God Rest his Soul.
From your loving Brother;- Bill
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