Dear News and Views

I have just finished Mrs Shield’s story on her father Dan Dyce, yes, I remember him well also her brothers, no doubt about it the "Ferry" was the place in those times and her story got me thinking about these days. Going back, maybe a bit further, my earliest memories of Grant Street go back to the late 20’s, we were singing in the Gaelic, with Miss Gall’s Gaelic choir, and practised in the Welfare Hall 2 or 3 nights a week. We must have been quite good, singing at the MOD, and at that time, I think it was held in the Town Hall. Ah yes a long time ago.

Another memory, where could you stand in Inverness and see the time on four different clocks? On the Anderson Street corner of the Black Bridge - The High Church, the steeple on Bridge Street, the Welfare Hall and the Lochiel Arms.

How many people remember Wullie Ross the horse coper. I believe he lived on Lower Kessock Street, next to the coal yard, and of whom the story used to be told. Hey Wullie, d’you want to buy a horse? How much? asked Wullie, "Twenty Pounds" came the reply. "Twenty Pounds" said Wullie, "Man, Man it’s the price I’m asking.... no the weight."

Great times, especially looking back. I hope you can find a spot for this, and maybe in the future I’ll think of some more.

Regards John MacKenzie (Canada)

Thanks a lot for your fax. I’m sure most readers will remember Mrs Shield’s story from our October issue. It’s always good to hear stories about Merkinch past and if any other readers have tales to tell, please let us know.