by weetoonplodder » Thu Dec 06, 2012 12:39 am
The last time I was home I was up visiting the place for personal reasons and it was really sad to see it in such as sad state, but unfortunately due to lack of funding and use the Outdoor Centre Commitee could not keep it going, as much as we tried, It was kept wind and watertight, but a damp and sparce building in the middle of nowhere cannot compete with a warm and cosy bedroom with a wii, nintento, play station or the internet as far as todays modern kids are concerned.
Many's a wet and happy weekend I spent there when I was a kid in the 80's in the BB's and in the 90's as an officer in the BB's with some of the younger kids. The fact that my mother lived there as a child with her parents and siblings makes it all the more sad as my mum and grand parents used to tell me what life was like there, my grandfather had lived there with his mother until he was married to my grandmother, my mother and her brothers had to walk from Bordadubh to Corrylach every day to get the school car to Campbeltown and then walk back again at night and that would be over the fields as there was no road there at the time. A trip to Campbeltown for groceries was a trip that was made about once every 3 months, when my uncle was born, they had to wait 3 weeks to register the birth at Glenbarr because the snow was that deep that they could not get out.
I have more of the details of what life was like for them when they were there, telling about who came to lend a hand at the clipping, the travelling salesmen that came round the farms once every 6 months selling haberdashery and ironmongery and of how on one occasion they had to kill a pig with a hammer, but unfortunately they are at home. My uncle passed away the other night and he was the last of my family who had lived there, so really it brings to a close the family connection with Bordadubh
Weetoonplodder
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