I was too young to remember
when we started going to Lossiemouth but it was the favorite place for
holidays for young and old. In the one picture you can see us in front
of the old tent and the old car. In that picture you can see my mother,
Barbara Howie Emslie and next to her is Billy Moodie who was a friend of
my brother Frank Emslie who is next in line. Barbara Emslie McLeod is
the little girl and my sister Charlotte Emslie Duthie is next to me.
Dad, Frank Esmlie must have taken the snap. There was only 8 pictures on
a reel in those days.
While we were there the fisher people would walk past and visit with us
and my parents got to be quite friendly with them. One lady I remember
was Meggie Stewart who come by and she often would be knitting as she
visited. One day she mentioned that she didnít think it was wise for my
parents to be camping with little children and that she had a place that
we could rent for a week. So from then on that was what we did. It must
have been shortly after that we got an Austen car and of course no more
tenting at least not in Lossie for a few years.
I remember the cliff which I thought was so high but after a while as I
grew up it really wasnít so high. The place where we tented was called
The Bents, and it was right next to the Seatown where all the fishermen
and their families lived in nice little cottages. There were two shops
handy for me to go and get my candy. I remember getting lost a few times
coming back to my parents. I was noted for my loud voice so when I
started to cry someone would come and get me. It was only a matter of
round a corner.
In one picture you can see the bridge over the Lossie river where we
would cross to the beach. One of the local daughters would come with us
and show us things such as watching the eels under the bridge. Betty
Souter was her name. We learned to putt in Lossie which was a pleasant
thing to pass the time. We also liked to watch the fishing boats come in
and as we got older we began to be able to recognize which boat was
which as they came over the horizon. Sorry I canít remember the names
now. That has to be over 70 years ago. There was a little shop beside
the harbor we enjoyed going to and the lady there was always so polite
and cheerful and she always thanked us for our business so graciously,
even if is was just a few postcards.
After many years my husband, Hugh McLeod and I went to Lossie and we ate
at the restaurant by the cliffs. Great place to dine or lunch. There was
another beach but is was often busy and it was not as nice as the one by
the seatown. A few years ago when we went to Lossie we walked along to
the Seatown and there was a man standing by a B&B. He nodded to us so I
asked him about the seatown and if he knew any of the people there. I
mentioned an Andrew Souter and he said that he didnít know him but he
still lived there. I remember him when he was a baby and that he was
quite sickly and my father suggested that they take the baby to
Aberdeen. They came to our home and stayed and saw a Dr. who knew what
was the matter and from then on he got better and grew up which they
didnít think he would. Over the years we lost touch with them which is
sad because it was a great time in our lives. I remember one winter when
there was a tremendous storm which broke part of the pier at the harbor.
My father heard of it and we drove up to see it and it was quite a thing
to see something that looked so strong being so damaged. We got to be so
attached to Lossie it was like a second home.
Here are the pictures...