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Visitors Memories
Hugh and Barbara McLeod

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.

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