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[JT] Lots o my grew up when ma mam and dad wis in Methlick I think, aye, and at. And Billy wis jist a little boy at at time. And eh we really enjoyed it, what a bonny day we had too, the sun was shinin and the water wis glitterin, you know. And I aye mine the brigs, there's two brigs, as you go into Methlick there's one, and there's the other one going by Haddo House way, you see, and it was that one, wis in the water. And so, it wis a beautiful day it wis. And in Ellon we used to go to the water there and beautiful. You ken is it's a good life, brilliant life, it's a wonderful life. You just see people now, a lot of people travellin now, it's nae the same. But at wis our life. But we aye hid wir house, in the winter time, we aye came back tae oor hoose. And eh, and at. But we only, we aye liket to go out in the summer, tik the good o the summer.

[TM] So how did your father go about the pearl fishing?

[JT] He aye liket at, he liket pearl fishing and at, and eh.

[TM] How would he do it?

[JT] Em, he get a jug, he made, he had an old mebbe a can or something, like a tin, a round tin, and he put a glass on it, on the bottom of it.

[TM] So he could see down into the water?

[JT] Aye, and then he'd have tongs, a long stick, some special kind of stick, a branch or something, and you make it like a pin, a pin for, like a clothes peg, an old fashioned clothes peg. And eh, you jist put it down and dig up the pearls you see. I mean that wis lang ago that I'm spikkin aboot. At's long, long ago when we were younger.

[TM] So your mother would be selling things in the village?

[JT] Aye, yes.

[TM] What would she be selling?

[JT] Jist selling athing, I don't know, clothes pegs, clothes pegs, and eh.

[TM] That you would make?

[JT] Ma dad made them aye. Clothes pegs.

[TM] And besoms?

[JT] Eh?

[TM] Little besoms?

[JT] Made things like at aye. Eh, oh they were handy, they could make things you know. Really clever folk. They'd good heids on them, they could turn their haund tae lots o things, travelling folk, they're very very clever. I never see a travellin person roon this wey. There's plenty o my folk here you know, and at. But eh, Billy's dad's, he wisnae a traveller, no no, he wis a country chap. I have travelled with mum and dad, I'm a traveller, and I've done lots o things, selt pins tae ma mum and dad and at, and eh, eh, lots o things I had to do to get a copper. You know, harder days. But still, we wis aye happy, the happy life the travellin life. Would you like to travel?

[TM] I would yes.

[JT] Would you?

[TM] I love to be outdoors.

[JT] Well it's a great life. You hae tae get hud of a caravan, an aul caravan and a horse, and ere's nothing like it, and the horsie. Oh me. I'm going to let you see ma mam's photograph when you come back. And eh, and you see the horsie comin runnin ower till her. Oh, the white horse. Ye ca'd it Donald, and we aye ca'd it Donnelly. And we ca'd 'Donnelly, Donnelly', and it come runnin tae ye. What a bonny horse he wis. And then we hid another horse, eh, oh me, it wis beautiful, it wis a bonny horse an a, it wis Arabian horse and it, a bonny, oh it's skin wis like silk. It wis shinin, what a beautiful and a great long tail down to it's heels, all in waves, what a bonny horse, what a lovely horse at is. We'd aye different horses ye ken. We'd wee horses and big horses, dinna like it just the medium size horse ye see. And we had a kind o horses, and we had the horse spoiled, just like a dog, we spilet the horse, I ken. We had a horsie run hame, put it in the park, it came right home till it's own hame. We put it, ye see it used to be, it used to come down, we'd a stable nae far from our house, my father got anither stable anither bit of grun, and put the horsie up there. My god, the horsie came hame tae it's ane place. Come home to it's own stable, it just kent far tae come. We never, the horse, the horse woulda come home any night, if you left it up there in it's stable and it could get oot, it come right home, the horse come hame.

[TM] Well trained.

[JT] Well trained aye. We had the horse fair spiled. It used tae come to the door nicherin, ken, nicherin for a piece, aye. Great horse it wis. Come roon tae the door sichin a piece. Aye, hid the horse spiled. Oh god aye, we'd a' kind o horses. We hid anither een that run aff. Did I tell ye at?

[TM] No.

[JT] I thocht I did tell ye. We'd a horse, ma father bought anither horse one time, and it wis a young horse, it wis just getting trained, trapped or something, ken, trained. So ma dad bought this horsie. So they went out with it a few times and it wis quiet, very quiet, and eh, they got on well with it. So one day they went out with it all day, and it wis a'right horsie, okay, nothing wrong, very quiet and handy. So they're coming home ye see, coming hame, and ma sister had been oot with ma mum and dad that day, good job it wasn't me, I'd a been scared, oh I micht a been killed! [Laughs.] Well, they were comin down the brae, called Jack's Brae, at's aside Fetterangus no? And eh, it wis a float, a cart, nae the four wheeled, just the two wheeled. And if ye jump off a float the shaft goes up. So ma sister she thocht it was too much weicht on the shafts for the horse and she jumpit off, my god, the horse took scared and it run off. It run off down the brae, mither and father's lyin in the road, and a their stuff wis scattered on the road, you'd no idea. I wis gled I didnae go oot that day. The horse took fear ye see it wis a young horse. Ah well. You're lyin in the road mum. [Laughs.] Ah well, a their stuff wis knocket oot o the cairt and a. Horse and cairt wis away. And they couldn't see it! [Laughs.] Where it gaed till. Down that brae and round the corner like a shot. God almichty. [Laughs.] Ah well, efter at my father gets up, ma mither gets up, and oh my god where's this horse, far is it? Oh me. Oh well, couldnae see nae sign o it, no sign o it. Oh no, no no. Came hame tae the hoose, what a state they were in, couldnae see this horse. Ah weel. There wis somebody come to the door though, ma father come tae the door, knock at the door, and the man says 'You Mr Stewart bides here'. 'Aye' ma father says. 'Is that your shelt?' He says, he says, 'I see your sheltie's in a cairt'. [Laughs.] And he says 'Doon the fit o the brae'. He says its, he says 'it's the cairt and a and the horse', he says 'it's in aside the rucks'. It come aff the road and gaed intae a slap, ye see took intae a park, it wis stuck in among the rucks. [Laughs.] Oh ma father said. But the horse wis a right, and the cairt and a wis aright. It couldnae move. [Laughs.] Oh ma father wis glaid though it wis there. So he gaed doon ye see efter the horse and at. The horse wis aright but it wis feared ye ken, it wis a young horse, it wis nae lang tracket, getting learnin for tae be yoket and a, and harness and things like at. The horsie wis a right, but oh my god, a their stuff wis broken. They sold dishes in those days, dishes and eh, traded ither dishes and at. Their dishes wis a broken. Oh my god, I says, I wis glaid I wisnae awa wi yes. I says, I dae ken far I woulda landed. I says, oh me. Ma father selt it, he wis feared tae ging oot wi it again ye see, but the horsie wis aright. It come tae sell again ye see. It couldnae move it wis in among the rucks, oh my god. [Laughs.] It's a good job it gaed ere, it micht o gone on the road and onything comin ken, traffic, cars and at. But the horsie wis aricht. At wis some o the cairry ons. Some queer things.

I min anither time. Ye're getting a my stories ye ken, terrible is. I min anither time, I gaed oot wi ma mam and dad ay day. And ma mither says, you comin oot wi us the day noo, ye're bidin at hame too much, ye're nae getting nae fresh air. She aye wanted ye tae get a thingie o fresh air. And I wis aye stuck in the hoose, aye working till ma mum and dad. Lookin efter the rest o the kids ye see. And I says oh, I'll come oot wi ye's then far are ye gan? Well we're gan tae Rora. Gan tae Rora. Oh, at's nae far away, I'll gang. My god. [Laughs.] I'm feared at big workin horses, I'm terrified o big workin horse, their big feet, oh god. I'm terrified o big workin horse, I werenae feared at little horsie or shelt. Onywey or ither, we gaed awa tae Rora, aright a da, we'd a different horse ye see, they'd ither horse now. Ah well. I wis oot a day, and I enjoyed bein oot wi ma mither and father, and comin hame now, coming home through the moss, there's a moss far's there's peats. You know what peats is. Aye. Ah well, there wis a horse and cairt ere, a big horse and a cowped cart. And the big horse, the man wis puttin peats in ower this cart. So he hid the thing loaded now, ready for the road, but we're awa by him, we passed going on. Next thing I see is is big horse comin up, followin us ye see, gan up ?? Oh my god. And every big fit gaed, is like takin us in. Oh me, I'm feared o at horse, I'm feared o at big horse, oh mam I'm feared, oh. I'm scared at big horse. And the noise, aye rattlin it's heid, and ye heard the harness ken, and it scared me and the big feet comin under, oh me and this big cairt, oh me I wis terrified. Ye ken fit I did? My god, I dae ken fit wey I did it, I dae ken fit wey I managed. It wis a narrow road, a narra roadie. And I looks ower at this park, and I thocht this horse wis comin too near hand me, I jumped wi'oot crutches, I jumped oot ower the cairt and I gaed in ower the park. What a ragin I got fae ma father. My god lassie, you could have been killed. He says, 'What did you do that for?' I'm feared at that big horse. My god. He says 'Did ye ken you could have fell in the road. he says, 'The horse could have tramped on you'. Well I wis feared ye see o the big workin horses, I wisnae feared at ither kind o horse, it wis the noise o the cart, and the horse's harness, aye shakin their heids that workin horses.

[TM] And the big hooves.

[JT] Eh?

[TM] And the big hooves.

[JT] Aye, oh my god. Oh. My god aye. Experienced a lot of things wi the travellin life. Sometimes scared at bulls and athing. I could buy a bull at them at the roadside o the horse. Oh my god. I'll tell you some mair stories some ither time, it's good tae hear that auld stories is it. The travelling life ye see. You experience a lot when you're oot, oot aboot. Ken. I'm more nervous I couldnae go nowhere. I'm asked to go away and sing and athing, but I winna go. And I could sing yet. And a cairry on ken. [Laughs.] I love the singin, I love actin the goat and at, and spikking aboot the olden days. Nae much folk ye can spik till aboot the olden days, sometimes, some o them hae no interest in at. I have, I've got a lot o interest in the olden days.

[TM] What did you do in those days for things like hogmanay?

[JT] Hogmanay. Eh. Well, we held the hogmanay jist like a ither body.

[TM] How was that, what did you do?

[JT] What did we do? Well Hogmanay, hogmanay and Christmas, we always hold at. And eh, we jist eh. My mither didnae like us runnin aboot at at night, she aye liked eh, tae have us all in the house. She didnae like us oot aboot.

[TM] So you never went house to house?

[JT] Ma dad, ma dad. No, my mum never went at, fae hoose tae hoose. And I dinna dae at.

[TM] Did people ever come to the door?

[JT] Oh yes, uh huh. Oh once at a time you'd a heard the pipes playin gan down the road, ken on New Year's nicht, new year comin in and a that, and abody happy. Ye hear the pipes comin doon and abody 'happy new year, happy new year'. You don't hear at noo, it's all changed.

[TM] Did you ever have anyone come to the door saying 'rise up old wife and shak yer feathers'.

[JT] Aye. And dinnae think at we are beggars. Aye, we're wee bairnies come tae play, rise and give for hogmanay. At's right aye.

[TM] I heard about that.

[JT] We used tae hing wir stockin up, but we didnae get much in wir stockin. They hidnae, they couldnae gie ye muckle in the those days, we were happy. We didnae look for nothin, ken, we wis a happy. At's happy days that's gone by. Really. We had no tvs, we had no electric, we had no toilets. Nothing. And we wis happy as a lark. My family. My father aye liked us tae be in the house at ten o'clock, he didnae like us out any later an at, we'd tae be home. And then we passed wir night in the house by haeing wir fun, like ma mum and dad would maybe have a gamie o the cards, or a sing song, or music going, my father took doon the pipes and played the pipes and we were a happy, what a happy life. You dinna hear at noo.

[TM] And your father used to get you to sing for people coming in?

[JT] Folk coming in, eh, ma dad, I dae ken, I tell ma sister. My sister kens at an a. My sister's aye said, 'well ma dad wis proud o ye'. He aye made me sing for folk, and fen we were gan hame 'come on Jeannie, now give them a song' He aye wanted me tae sing, and I hid tae sing. And then if I wisnae singin right, a bittie feared, nervous in front o folk, nae in the mood for singin maybe, ma father would gie me a punch, come on, throw oot yer voice, come on noo, yer nae singin richt. He kent, it wis him at made me sing. So ma sister says, well ma dad wis proud o ye. Anybody comin in, I had tae sing tae them. And ma dad noo on a Seturday nicht, would say, Oh Jeannie, come on. I'll hae a tune on the fiddle he says, come on play the piana. Oh hae a tune on the piana, and the fiddle and the piana goin together. What a marvellous life we had, you don't hear at now, you don't hear it. That's the life I liket. And eh, well oh my mum would be happy as onything, a the family's happy. Music in the hoose, great. Happy as a lark. Wonderful. Now mebbe ither nicht, he'd say, on a Seturday nicht, noo. Oh Jeannie come awa noo and sing some o Jimmy Rogers sangs tae me. See. He aye liket me tae sing them. God what a great nicht we hid. I'll never forget on at nights, I'll never. Nobody knows how I feel aboot at times. The enjoyment we had. We were poor but we were happy. We made wir own music and the home wis happy, nae cairry ons. Nooadays, there's too much cairry ons. Not happy people. But we had happy days, because we were aye singing, and the music, accordian or the piana or the fiddle. Onybody come in the hoose that could play the fiddle, took doon the fiddle aff the wa and play the fiddle. And then they got started wi it, a this jigs and cairry on. Oh beautiful. Come on Jeannie play the piana, and oh it wis gan an a. Now, I stayed over the road, when I got married, stayed ower the road in my wee hoosie in Fishie, a rare hoosie I hid and a. My door wis never hardly shut. Aye, we used tae hae concerts in the hoose. It wis a sing song, and oh, is body come in and at body come in, the hoose wis never empty. What a great life at is. Aye, I miss at the day. That's what's wrong wi me. I'm missin a this enjoyment I had. I play and sing now and again, but I've been off the singin this winter, but I'm comin tae it again. Now I'm thinkin a the wonderful times we hid and the hoose wis never empty, and my mother's house either. Aye the music wis going and it dra'd the people to the house, folk liked to come in and hear the music going. I miss a that the day.

[TM] Yes, changed days.

[JT] Changed days, do you like the music.

[TM] I like hearing music in the houses and songs.
[JT] Aye, you dinna hear at noo. It's terrible, it's nae the same. My dad liked music, and my mother played the pipes.

[TM] Really?

[JT] Aye, my ma took doon the pipes and played the pipes. Ye see her folk wis a pipers, her father wis a piper and her brithers wis a pipers.

[TM] What was her father's name?

[JT] Robert, Robert Stewart. And they were a army lads, they were a old soldiers. And my dad wis an old soldier too, in the First World War, and ma granda wis in the army and a. And my brother wis in the last war. But eh, I'm the only een in the family that's tooken to this musical life. They like to hear singin, they like the music, but they don't play nothing aye my sisters, I'm the only een. And then when they're in my company, when they come to me, I start up the music and then they are all singing. Now I have a tape and you must hear it some time, o my sisters and in my mother's house, afore my mother, ken she wis getting on a bittie, she wis as happy as a lark, and a the family come in at the weekend, of course some o us wis a married now, but still we a gied ower tae ma mum and dad, and get the piana going, I used tae ging ower and started the whole lot singing, the whole house, you couldnae hear nothin for singin. And I'll let you hear at tape some time when you come along, and you'll enjoy it. And ma youngest sister, you'll hear her whistlin and singin. When I put it on, I listen till it and think oh my god what happy days we hid.

[TM] Takes you back.

[JT] Just think I'm there, ken, wonderful. Some folk aye says, Jane, you've got a gift. Well ma hairt's in ma singin, my heart's in the olden days. And I like tae spik tae folk at's interested in't. You liked folk…

[JT] … mum and ma dad spikkin and at. The auld tapes, the auld roon big tapes and at eh.

[TM] Did Davie used to come round once a year or a couple of times a year ?

[JT] Oh he used to come through in the summer time to see ma mother, at's his sister ye see. And eh, Davie's like me, he would sing all night, he would never stop, neither would I. If you're in that mood for singin, in at mood for music. God, great night. I just waste my time, well I don't waste my time lookin at the tv, because sometimes I hinna it on, some days I hinna it on, I jist canna be bothered wi it. I'd rather listen tae ma tapes, listen tae ma singin. And I, laughs, ye hear me saying, 'at's as good as onybody singin', 'at's nae bad'. I ken fen I'm singin and I ken fen I'm nae. I'll say 'oh, mebbe I'll go awa and hae a tunie and sing' and say 'I'll record it. Na, I'm nae singin richt, no I am not singing right. And then I'll listen till it, and then I'll say, oh I'm nae singin richt the nicht, and nae until I'm in the richt mood again, get masel going, I'll say, I wonder fit like I'm singin the nicht.

[TM] Next time you are singing just right, give me a call.

[JT] Aye, if I'm singing right I'll give you a call for you to come to me. I'd the hale o ma grandbairns in here I telt ye. Oh, and Clive, I'd him and a. He gings up and doon the floor makin on his playin the pipes. What a fine lad he is though, a nice loon. And his mother phoned me nae long ago. It wis last week she phoned me. And she coming through tae see me. He tells his mother to phone me ye see, and then she phones me 'Clive's told me to give you a ring Jen'. She thinks I learned him a lot. I learned him songs.

[TM] So you have.

[JT] I learned him songs, I learned him to diddle, I learned him to march. He gets a kick oot o it! [Laughs.] Good gracious. and I enjoy it. Marchin up and doon wi a brush on his shoulder, oh me. What a cairry on. Salute! [Laughs.] What a cairry on. Oh my god, you've no idea. You'll be listening tae this the night.

[TM] Not toight.

[JT] And fit div ye dae a' day noo? And ye see me cairryin on, ken I enjoy it. You've enjoyed yoursel onywey, hiv ye.

[TM] Oh yes.

[JT] And ye'll listen tae at the morn. Is it aye on yet?

[TM] I just put it on again, because I wanted to ask you if there was ever anything about Fasterneen. Did you ever have a rhyme about Fasterneen?

[JT] What's that?

[TM] First comes Candlemas, then seen new meen.

[JT] Candlelight?

[TM] Candlemas? Candlemas?

[JT] Nope, I dinna fit yer sayin.

[TM] Did you ever have a rhyme about Candlemas?

[JT] Candler?

[TM] Candlemas?

[JT] Candlemap?

[TM] You never had a rhyme about?

[JT] Na, never heard at. Na. Hiv ye asked people at like, div they ken?

[TM] Yes, some people know the rhyme and pancake Tuesday.

[JT] Aye.

[TM] Have you heard of Pancake Tuesday?

[JT] Na.

[TM] Did you use to celebrate Easter at all?

[JT] Easter, well eh. We never bothered wi that no. No, no Easter time we was aye away, we wis always away by Eastertime.

[TM] Out on the road by that time.

[JT] Aye, we were aye awa wi the horse, jogging along, enjoyin our life. Great. And to hear the birds whistlin. And at nicht ye hear the owls, woo hoo. Oh my god, mak ye creep. Oh my god, aside the wids. [Laughs.] My god aye. I dae ken if I would gang oot campin now though. I dae ken. I did enjoy gan oot though with ma mither and father. Somewhere you got a pail o milk, ye didnae get a bottle o milk in those days, ye didnae get nae milk at wey in the shops, ye'd tae go to a farm and got milk. Ye got a penny's worth or a tuppence worth o milk, ken, things were cheap. You could go to a farm and get a suppie's worth o milk, a puckle tatties, you know. And at, and a rabbit for wir supper and potatoes. We lived on good food. Ken. We niver gaed hungry, we aye hid plenty meat. Aye, skirlie and tatties. You know what skirlie is.

[TM] Yes.

[JT] You like skirlie.

[TM] Mm hmm.

[JT] Skirlie's good for you. We aye got that kinda food, or a stew wi a bit o mince, and beef and at, and eh, used tae hae a stew wi potatoes and ingins and oh, lived on good meat. And mebbe a big ashet o pudding, creamola or ground rice and at, and well we nivver gaed hungry, there wis aye plenty meat. Ma mither aye liket plenty meat for the kids, for us, ken?

[TM] Did they work on farms as they went round. Pu'in neeps or?

[JT] Well, ma mum and dad. Well when they come home for winter, and the time they come hame they got intae the mill, ma mum used tae work at the mill and at, the thrashin mill. And ma dad, he got a job at hewin, the neeps, pulling the neeps and things like at. They took a kind a jobbies, ye ken, in their younger days and at. Aye, ma mither and father did a kind a work, ken, some o ma sisters and a, they workit, I'd a sister fee'd at a farm.

[TM] Your sister fee'd?

[JT] Aye, soon as you left the school you got a job.

[TM] What was your sister doing on the farm, was she..?

[JT] Well, work on the fairm, well, a kinda work, I dinna ken what she did, but she worked the fairm. She fee'd. But she was only fourteen year old. She didnae get hame a the weekend, stayed a week at the farm. And then the ither sisters a got a job and a.

[TM] Did they go to the feein markets?

[JT] No, no. No, no, they just mebbe, well, they seen that mebbe onything, somebody wantin somebody to work at a farm, well they gaed awa and seen aboot it. And got a job. We a workit whenever they come and left the school, they jist got a job and away, working, helped their mother and father. Now I didna get awa, being disabled I didn't get away. I just had to stay at home, my mother could depend on me looking after the family. I brocht them up, I brung up since they were little kids tae ma mither, I wis jist a disabled craiter, but I wis the happiest one in the family. I heard ma dad saying, Jeannie ye've a different nature bar the rest o them. Well you couldnae blame me ha'in a different nature when I'd been disabled. And I says, I feel like a housewoman, I like tae see the hoose clean, and I like tae see the kids bonny and at tae the school, at wis my wey, I'd interest in ma sisters and brothers goin away tae school bonny and clean. I'd see ma mum, getting them ready for the school, mebbe afore she gaed awa mebbe tae her work and at, and I'd say 'oh ma, let me dae at, I'll sort em'. I wouldnae let her tidy the bairns, I'd dae it masel. And ma ma wis gan tae put up a bit curtain and screen the windae, oh ye canna dee it richt, I'll dee it. It wis my wey, I'm like at yet. I like tae see things richt.

[TM] Do you think the songs helped you be happy.

[JT] Eh?

[TM] Do you think the songs helped make you happy?

[JT] Well, when my work wis done a day, and I'd got ma mither's work done a day, we'd a piana ye se, in ma mum's hoose. I used tae be, oh I hope I get is done, and at done', I'll hae a tunie afore I come hame. Ye see. And I would jist, efter ma work wis a done in ma mither's hoose, the fireside wis shinin, bonny and clean, and ma mither and father's supper wis ready, at's fit like I wis. I worked hard tae ma mother and father. Did a lot of washin and a' for them. House wis clean, beds made and a thing, an carryin crutches. Never touched me cause I was young ye see, I could, I could work. I dae a lot o work yet. But I'm feeling it now ye see. So ma mam and dad come hame fae their work. My dad would say, mebbe on a cauld nicht comin home and oot a day workin. Is the supper ready Jeannie? Ca'd me Jeannie. I says, aye, supper's a ready for ye's. And the hoose wis a bonny and clean and a. Everything done. And mother and father's supper wis ready, waitin on them. They never let me awa tae work. I could have got an opportunity to do a sitting job, but I never got away, they never let me awa. Because I wis more help tae them, see. They would never get awa if they'd tae bide at hame. If my mam couldn't get awa, she'd hae to look efter the hoose and mak the quines food and a this, some o them wis oot workin. Well I had tae dae at.

[TM] So when did you leave home?

[JT] Eh.

[TM] How old were you when you finally left home?

[JT] When I left hame? When I got married.

[TM] How old were you then?

[JT] I was eh, I was thirty when I married. Thirty. A stranger come in aboot and asked me tae marry him. My dad got an affa shock. [Laughs.] I want to marry one of our daughters, this man said ye see. Oh ma father, some o the ?? quines, girls. Oh well ma father says, whit one is it then. There's a lot o girls in this family. Oh he says, I want Jeannie he says. [Laughs.] Oh, ma father says, we'll hae tae see aboot at though. I'd tae wait a gey lang time, my father wouldn't let me there, for a long time. But I waited, and my boyfriend he waited. We got mairried and at, athing wis aright. We wis a happy again.

[TM] Where did you live?

[JT] Just ower the road, fae ma mum and dad. We aye gaed ower tae see them, aye gaed ower tae play the piana. It wis me at made the hoose happy, because I wis the one, I wis the one aye wi the music. Couldn't stop it. What a cairry on I'd give. Ah, they missed me ye see when I gaed ower the hoose. My granddaughter's aye up here, that's what her mother said. I wis oot yesterday and a, I wis doon tae visit them yesterday, and Leahandrai's mam says, you know this she says, that lassie would die for ye. Aye the 'granny' is, and the 'granny' that. Never awa fae ye. She liked tae hear me telling her auld stories ye see, aboot the olden times, I tells her and a. Oh she likes it. I say ye hinna come tae that yet girlie, I says. [Laughs.] I left the school at thirteen and worked for ma mither and father. I'm just a bairn at at time. Oh I've left monies a day, left monies a day for a fortnicht. Never seen them for a fortnight sometimes. Gaed awa for a different, brighter place. Tae a fresh place for tae sell their stuff or work. And I dinna ken far they were, left me wi a the kids when they were little. But the bairns wis a richt until they came hame. My ma depended on me ken, she kent fit like I wis. A real housewife. Liked the hoose clean, liked tae see the kids clean, ma sisters and brothers, I liked tae see athing richt, and ma mither kent at. And then afternoon, when ma work wis a done, hae a sing song, singing like a blackbird.m Love it. I'm like at yet.

[TM] I know.

[JT] I love ma singin yet, I put on ma tapes on it, oh my, I'm beautiful, I says, I'm nae carin fit naebody says, I can sing as good as onybody else, I'll say things like at, and mebbe I dinna please abody I dinna ken. But I think it's nae bad. I like ma singing. I enjoy my life. If I hidnae had no singin in my life, god help me. I'd a been mournin aboot masel. Ken. Nae use mournin, try and keep yersel happy. It's a good job I hiv that in me, at I could play, I could play is organ, play at een, play piana, get my guitar. Wonderful life. I aye say it's a wonderful life. Leandra's aye wanted tae learn tae sing. I says, ye winna sit doon a minute and learn, I could easy learn ye. Oh, I want tae sing granny like you. I says, how do you feel when you hear me singin there. Oh granny she says, I love it. It's a bonny voice, it's a young voice. She aye says at tae me. I says, well I can learn ye, ye winna take time tae learn though. Oh my god aye, you enjoyed my yappin though.

[TM] And the singing, and the singing.

[JT] Did ye like ma singing. What do you think o my voice.

[TM] Oh it's lovely. Especially songs like ??? , nobody sings that as well as you do.

[JT] Well I wis wantin eh, some o the eh, the eh, Edinburgh folk tae hear me singin like at at hame, cause if ye're awa fae hame yer nae singin yer best fen yer awa fae hame.

[TM] Like your father said, you'd be gripping ..?

[JT] Aye wi fear, nervous to sing in front of folk. Ye're nae singin, ye're nae all out.

[TM] And you're also away from home so it's different.

[JT] Aye, when ye're hame, you know your singin. And ye ken ye're singin, I ken fen I start singin first of a. Put it on the tape, listen till't. Oh no, at's nae use, at's nae use, I'm nae singin. I've tae be right on for ma singin afore I can put my whole heart in it, and then if I'm enjoying it I come better and better. I love it. So eh, I wis singing great yesterday, I was. Noo the day, now. I felt terrible, oh I says, I winna be able tae sing. Na. I didna think I could sing. But once I get going, and once I get my heart back into it I'm aright. And get into the way of it and that. It's a great life, the singing. Music is a gift, it's a good thing, makes you happy. I just put on my tapes. Then I mebbe phone my sister some nicht, or ma sister mebbe phone me. Fit ye been doin the day. Oh playin ma tapes. Oh at's fine, ye're happy. I says, aye. Playin ma tapies, oh I says, I canna be bothered wi that televisions. I'd rather listen tae masel you know. Andrew Lammy's bonny song, and the Roads and Miles to Dundee, and The Wee Doggie, at's a bonny song and a. But I ken more songs, I ken quite a lot o songs, and I wis jist minin' on some o them last night when I was singin, and I min fan ma ma used tae sing this song and sing that song, come back tae me. And started singin, and oh god, at's great, I enjoy at ye, ken?...

[TM] Like what songs were you remembering last night?

Well I was born in Boston a place ye a ken well,
Brought up with honest parents the truth to you I'll tell
Brought up with honest parents the truth to you I'll tell
And I became a prisoner at the age of twenty-one.

[JT] That's my mam's song. A good song it is.

[TM] Never heard that one.

[JT] Never heard that een. And then there's anither een. A sad song like at and a. Eh. it's the same sang.

See my old age father standing in the bar
See my old age mother with her grey locks hung down
The tears came gently to her eyes, the tears they did a fa'
Cryin, son my son, what's this you've done to be sent to Charles jail
My photograph was taken, and I was sent to jail
My parents tried but all in vain, to get me out on bail
But the jury found me guilty and the clerk he wrote it down
And I became a prisoner at the age of twenty one.

[JT] It's a bonnie sang. See if I can sing it, a wee bit. I like music tae ma singin and a. Dinna put it on yet till I see.

[TM] Okay.

A carriage wis passing, with the lady inside,
Who stared at poor Joe as her own darling child.
Joe followed the carriage with the tears in his eyes,
And though he was singing he wished himself dead.

Down fell the snow, oh down fell the snow,
Nowhere for shelter, and nowhere to go.
No mammy no daddy, in their graves they lie low,
Cast out in this wide world, was poor little Joe

[JT] I'm singin low. I usually sing high.

There's nothing left for me in the days that used to be
I just a memory, among my souvenirs.
Some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two
I find a rose from you among my souvenirs.

A few more tokens left within my treasure chest
And so I do my best to bring me consolation
I count them all apart and as the tear drops start
I find a broken heart among my souvenirs

Nothing left for me, in the days that used to be
But just a memory among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two
I find a rose from you among my souvenirs

A few more tokens left within my treasure chest
And so I do my best to bring me consolation
I count them all apart and as the tear drops start
I find a broken heart among my souvenirs

[JT] You like at.

Why should it be so lonely,
Why should I be so blue,
When another is taking to me,
The best life I knew.

She's taken the sunshine with her,
Leaving the clouds for me,
Why should I be so lonely,
When there's nobody lonesome for me.

Oh the violets are blue,
An downhearted too
The roses so sweet make me blue.
An it brings to my mind


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