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    I was born outside Edinburgh and brought up in Fife
    My fathers a miner its a dangerous life
    No brothers three sisters and kept very healthy
    In the dark Adams Terrace in a wee place called Kelty
    I will tell you a bit about all my life
    From miner to soldier, farming and rail
    From labouring with Wimpey on the Inverness trail
    Ive had ups and downs and struggles and strife
    A family of my own and a beautiful wife
    When you lived down the Terrace with its dirt and its grime
    A bit bread and butter was shared most of the time
    Your doorway was open. and a seat by your grate
    Your key was on a string, no locks on your gate
    Men talked of their pigeons and the Union was a must
    My father would be coughing ,with the dirty black dust
    With sweat in his eyes, or maybe just was tears
    You would always hear him talking of the past fifty years
    So where er you may be in your journey through life
    Just think of a Son of a miner in Fife

    Jonn Bearcat-Redmond (MelodeonMan)
    MelodeonMan

  • #2
    Originally posted by MelodeonMan

    I was born outside Edinburgh and brought up in Fife
    My fathers a miner its a dangerous life
    No brothers three sisters and kept very healthy
    In the dark Adams Terrace in a wee place called Kelty
    I will tell you a bit about all my life
    From miner to soldier, farming and rail
    From labouring with Wimpey on the Inverness trail
    Ive had ups and downs and struggles and strife
    A family of my own and a beautiful wife
    When you lived down the Terrace with its dirt and its grime
    A bit bread and butter was shared most of the time
    Your doorway was open. and a seat by your grate
    Your key was on a string, no locks on your gate
    Men talked of their pigeons and the Union was a must
    My father would be coughing ,with the dirty black dust
    With sweat in his eyes, or maybe just was tears
    You would always hear him talking of the past fifty years
    So where er you may be in your journey through life
    Just think of a Son of a miner in Fife

    Jonn Bearcat-Redmond (MelodeonMan)
    I think your poem is just lovely
    just came accross this site today,and your poem caught my eye
    My grandfather was a miner who lived in Adams terrace
    Archibald cook his name was,and you never know you might have heard his name
    anyway im trying to find his son, i remember as a child my granfather always had a housefull that would have been early 1980,not sure when they changed the street name from adams terrace to karen avenue,still gotta find that out
    im also searching for any old pics of miners from kelty
    just a shame i dont know what mine he worked at,thats what ive still gotta find out
    kelty has got so big over the yrs hardly recognised it when i went up to have a look round in summer

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    • #3
      Hi Melodeon man
      I just read your Son of a Scottish Miner last night.
      It was only an hour after I had passed a place in Michigan called La Plaisanse.I told my wife there was a place in Kelty called the Pleasance, was down the Black Road near the TERRACE.for a while I could not mind the the first part although I got Greivesland in my mind for a while.After I got the computer warmed up and got rid of all the spam and settled down,there it was, Adams Terrace.
      I was born and brought up in Oakfield
      at the opposite end of kelty and went to school with a lot of people from The Terrace and played there often.
      Your poetry is heart warming and nostalgic, you could have been writing of my childhood in the poem about your Kelty Childhood.
      Thank you very much for the memories
      Dick Gray

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      • #4
        Kelty man

        Aye a ken Harry Butler wis ait thi skale wi him ken im fine,ken awbiddy a hae a guid memori evin tho a hae goot aulder(Kelty twang) ir ye frae Kelty yersel Mike,Harry ain me went tae Oakfield skale, a hae staid in the Terris tae ain ma uncle staid in Grievesland Terrace ait thi back o thi plots aye thay wir thi daes,Keltys changed a lot noo wis thair last yeer fer a visit broke ma hert tae see aw thi noo hooses,, whin a left thi skale ain went tae work doon thi Lindsay pit a staid ait thi coalboard hooses ait Rose street on thi wi up tae thi private mine
        ----------------------
        in ref tae thi lass thair wis lots o Archie Cooks a kent ait least 3 maesel,oni time ye want tae talk aboot Kelty ain memoris contact me ait Johnbearcat@Hotmail.com

        Big Jock

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        • #5
          The Famous Tay Whale

          'TWAS in the month of December, and in the year 1883,
          That a monster whale came to Dundee,
          Resolved for a few days to sport and play,
          And devour the small fishes in the silvery Tay.

          So the monster whale did sport and play
          Among the innocent little fishes in the beautiful Tay,
          Until he was seen by some men one day,
          And they resolved to catch him without delay.

          And they laughed and grinned just like wild baboons,
          While they fired at him their sharp harpoons:
          But when struck with,the harpoons he dived below,
          Which filled his pursuers' hearts with woe.

          Because they guessed they had lost a prize,
          Which caused the tears to well up in their eyes;
          And in that their anticipations were only right,
          Because he sped on to Stonehaven with all his might:

          Then hurrah! for the mighty monster whale,
          Which has got 17 feet 4 inches from tip to tip of a tail!
          Which can be seen for a sixpence or a shilling,
          That is to say, if the people all are willing.

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          • #6
            Red fraser rip..

            First of all ,,Red fraser was my son he died in 2008 in Kansas,i am on facebook I am the poet JOCK STEWART REDMOND,, MY WRITERS NAME IS JOHN REDMOND, SOMETIMES ADD MY CHEROKEE NAME BEARCAT..

            NOW ADAMS TERRACE WAS DEMOLISHED IN 1950s IN KELTY,I LEFT KELTY IN 1982 MY HOUSE WAS IN A FIRE IN 1980 MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER KILLED IN IT,
            I HAVE WRITTEN LOTS OF POETRY ONLINE. FOR POETRY LOVERS,I PLAY BAGPIPES AMONGST OTHER INSTRUMENTS,

            THE PLEASANCE I REMEMBER BUT CANT REMEMBER WHERE IT IS AGAIN,IS THAT THE STREET NEAR COCKLAW STREET OR DOON THE BLACKROAD.

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            • #7
              Originally posted by delta70 View Post
              hi melodeon man
              i just read your son of a scottish miner last night.
              It was only an hour after i had passed a place in michigan called la plaisanse.i told my wife there was a place in kelty called the pleasance, was down the black road near the terrace.for a while i could not mind the the first part although i got greivesland in my mind for a while.after i got the computer warmed up and got rid of all the spam and settled down,there it was, adams terrace.
              I was born and brought up in oakfield
              at the opposite end of kelty and went to school with a lot of people from the terrace and played there often.
              Your poetry is heart warming and nostalgic, you could have been writing of my childhood in the poem about your kelty childhood.
              Thank you very much for the memories
              dick gray
              i remember a dick gray did ye no hae a brother my auntie stayed in grievesland terrace sarah millar married on davie had two sons shug ande eck. I lived near oakfield at flower road miners hooses.

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              • #8
                Melodeonman not used,, its jock stewart redmond on facebook.

                LIFE IN FIFE IN 1960s AND NAE CHANGES

                It's awfae tae bi oot o' wark
                wi trade aw ere sae dull.
                Av tryed ma baist tae git a joob,
                bit dae whaut er a wull.
                It's maittirlis whaur er a gan
                thi ainsers ai thi saim.
                "Och sorri, nane thi dae ma maun,
                bit gies a ca agane."
                Um ait it nearli evuri morn
                trudgin frae street tae street.
                Ma bits, yince guid, air fairli worn
                frae aff mi weeri feet.
                Thair's daes av scanti been o' meat,
                nor ken a whaur tae tri.
                Tae git a loaf thit wi mite eat
                thi bairns, thi wife, ain aye.
                Ain thi daes air gittin langer,
                ain thair's nae loor tae bi thi seed.
                Ain onli thi auld craw in thi winter,
                kens thi pair mauns sairest needs

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                • #9
                  Childhood memories

                  1960
                  Off from the bus garage the Mystery tour it went
                  In buses two and pleasure bent
                  to view the Trossachs scenes so grand
                  The finest sights in old Scotland
                  I was with my mother on this tour
                  by winding road and heather moor
                  With Stirling reached we halted there
                  to stretch our legs and get fresh air
                  At Thornhill we all felt dry
                  we got refreshed then in full cry
                  to Aberfoyle where mad with joy
                  As followers welcomed 'Brave Rob Roy'
                  We climbed the hill by winding way
                  and turning road past Loch Achray
                  Until we reached the Trossachs heart,
                  Loch Katherine, nature's work of art
                  The scenes were lovely to behold
                  as natures treasures did unfold
                  Lovely Loch Venacher we passed
                  and then we reached Callendar at last
                  And there we had a lovely tea,
                  Unusually nice my mother was to me
                  Though dull clouds gathered was quite plain
                  we didn't worry about the rain
                  It was into the bus and homeward bound,
                  a great day I remember by all was found

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                  • #10
                    Memories of kelty

                    Wha remembirs thi hundrid fit brig ais it spand frae side tae side
                    Ain wha remembirs thi Brickwark Bings wi its paths ain aw its slides
                    Ain wha remembirs a swim in thi "Dooki" Aur fishin doon thi "Ploom"
                    Ain wha remembirs thi Kelty cyclin club maid oot o wan wee room
                    Ain wha remembirs thi buckit cairts wi horses fu of pride
                    Aur a trammi doon tae Cowdenbeath rattlin fae side tae side
                    Aur wha remembirs cairin a miner's bag tae earn yersel a shillin
                    Aye thay wir thi daes a remembir weel
                    whin we wir yung ain wullin

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                    • #11
                      Childhood dreams

                      I've started to dream of all the times when we were young and each day was filled with joys
                      We would climb the hills and walk around the Lochs never giving a thought to toys
                      We would climb our nearest mountain, Benarty was it's name
                      Or we would wander through the Weewoods, hunting all the game
                      The Meadows was our big swampland, and Loch Ore was our big sea
                      And many a raft or homemade ship was found sunk or floating free
                      Sometimes we would sit on the redden ash of the Aitken Bing so high
                      And dream of the wild strawberries at the back of the hill
                      And in the warmth of the sun we would just lie
                      We would gaze at the cooling towers, as they thundered like rain
                      And we would look at the grass with a mild disdain
                      We would talk of the great times we have had there before
                      Like down at the Perch hole so black and so deep
                      Or after the big trout in the bay where they would sleep
                      Oh life was good when you're young and so bold
                      But now it's just memories and dreams when you get old

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