Tuesday, March 11th, 2003
Its interesting about how you just dont notice some
things right away. For example, I never realized how cold and fresh and
sweet Dundee tap water was until I cam back as an adult on this tri p
after buying drinking water for so many years in Phoenix I can almost hear
my Granny saying, as she often did, "Theres nothing like Tay water."
Neither did I pay much attention to the unfamiliar slip
of paper in my suitcase when I unpacked the other day upon arriving at
Joys home. I pulled it out tonight words along the lines of "in the
interest of airline safety against terrorist attack" greet me and go on to
inform me "your bag may have been opened and searched." Im still trying
to figure out how that slip of a notice got into my bag if it hadnt been
I did notice many other things today, though. Joy made
us real porridge for breakfast this morning, and I noticed the wee nip of
the salt in it.
I noticed how kind the cemetery representative was when
I called to make arrangements to meet at the Eastern Cemetery and he said
hed escort us from the main gat to our family "lair."
I noticed how cooperative the Dundee Courier
representative was as I made arrangements for a death notice, four months
after the event, to bury my mothers ashes. And I noticed how simple it
was to put together a womans life in a few lines about children, and
family, and love and coming home to Scotland.
I noticed what a wonderful blessing friends are as Joy
spent another of her days off work in a holiday with us.
I noticed the beautifully yellow buds of the daffodils
and the purple crocuses and the white late winter snowdrops along the
Kingsway as we took the girls along the way to the low road to Broughty
I noticed the nip of the North Sea air as we walked
along the Ferrys streets, past what once were the jute barons homes and
fisherfolk cottages and over the dunes onto the beach where I played on
special days as a child with my mum and my granny, eating sand sprinkled
egg and tomato sandwiches, making sandcastle with my shiny bucket and
spade, swimming in the cold water and pleasing for one more donkey ride
along the waters edge.
I noticed the clean beach, empty of holidaymakers at
this time of year, but the Tay flowing swiftly by on this windy day. We
found some shells to carry home and I slipped them in the pockets of my
daughter and granddaughter whose rosy cheeks and windswept hair told me
that my Grannys ideas of a day at the Ferry to clear your thinking as
well as your sinuses could be the best medicine of all.
I noticed pleasure and heard laughter and interest as
the girls saw lighthouses for the first time in their lives, and
understood that the Castle Green was a place for troops to drill and
children once to play, not necessarily a colourful description of an
I noticed that learning is not only experienced in a
school room as we explored Broughtys 15th Century Castle, with
exhibits on the landings at the end of each winding step up the staircase
to the top of the tower fishing; whaling; volunteer lifeboat men who
gave their lives saving others from their lifeboat, the Mona; Broughtys
sons, fathers, brothers and husbands and local daughters, too who
served Scotland in so many domestic battles and foreign wars; the seabirds
and marine life of this important life sustaining and town protecting
estuary; the people who lived here, and visited, and worked, and played as
part of Angus life.
I noticed families still walking to the waters edge;
the seagulls and swans that seemed to crowd in the same spot on the Rocky
Beach as they did almost 50 years ago in my childhood, and a mother with
her daughter who was practicing her toddling steps, bundled up against the
sear air as so many generations had in the past.
We had a wonderful day at the Ferry. I dont think we
really explained to my eleven year old granddaughter that Broughty once
had a ferry, and hence the name Broughty Ferry, or just the Ferry. As we
ended our visit there strolling back to the car after exploring thrift
shops and browsing gift shops, enjoying the certified and recently awarded
best ice cream in Scotland still at Visocchis Xylia looked at me
quizzically and asked, "But, Granma, when do we take the ride on the
ferry?" Poor little thing, yesterday she learned that "tea" was a meal and
not always a beverage; today she learned the Ferry is Brought and the "Fifie"
which no longer exists, was the ferry.
Our day ended with naps when we came home driving
back along the Kingsway and the girls joining in song as we celebrated our
female ancestors lives with lusty and enthusiastic renderings of all three
verses and the chorus of "Ye Canna Shove Yer Granny Aff A Bus."
"Mad," murmured my 18 year old daughter, "Theyre both
Tea tonight was fish suppers which seemed to confuse
Xylia even more as she learned her Scottish language arts. And I noticed
the smell of malt vinegar sprinkled on the crisp, white battered fish.
Another good day in Dundee.
stained glass window in Broughty Ferry Castle museum honouring the whalers
from her seagoing past