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1930s – Memories by Marion More

When I was jist a little quine
And lived in McPherson street
How many happy days I spent
Yet seldom got a treat.

I often think aboot these days
When I jeest had to go
An’ get a pail o’ water frae the well
And I didna dare say no.

But oh!   how I was happy
When the drifters used tae dock
I couldna get quick enough tae the pier
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If ye come alang wi’ me
Tae a wee place by the sea
Wi’ its beaches and golden sand
This bonnie we village of Hopeman.

When ye walk doon Harbour Street
Freenly fowkies you will meet
Kindly faces you will see
In oor Hopeman by the sea.

Jist remember whay ye walk doon
A future king walked in oor toon
He never kent a’ moment’s fear
Sailin’ oot o’ Hopemans pier.

When the summer time ...

Give me back my childhood days
The Hopeman beaches where I played
How fortunate to reminisce
In precious bliss

The thundering noise of the Clochin Pow
In my ears I hear it now
The Sheepies Loch, the Pot and Pan
And half a mile of golden sand

The isolated black Perstock
A curious and majestic rock
Careful not to slip and slide
Into the holes where partans hide

Along the beach we’d play for hours
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This poem was published in the Northern Scot newspaper during the early 1960s and written by Alexander (Sandy) Sutherland Main around 1952 whilst he was completing his National Service with the British Army. 

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For the historian —  Ida H.J. McPherson(1910-1998)  & Thomas S Murray (Top) (1907-1998)

Sixty years ago this couple wed,
An’ boy o boy there’s a lot to be said
Firstly think of Hopeman withoot Ida & Top
This village would come to a right dead stop.

Ida left school an’ went tae the guttin’
Frae Lerwick tae Yarmouth she did some flittin’
Kyavin wi’ packin herrin’ in the bree
Fin bedtime cam’ she wis hardly fit tae ...

D’ye Mind – Brenda Mulholland (nee McAulay) .

Written for Hopeman Junior Secondary School reunion 24 Oct 1998
on her memories of the 1950s.

D’ye mine the long hot summers
When we spent oor time at the bye’
Oor mithers sittin’ knittin’
Just passin’ the time away.

An’ d’ye mine linin’ up in oor dookers
Divin’ off the steppies at the pier
Across and ower the black hole
Watchin’ the jeely fish didna get ...