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Sandy W Memory Spill

‘The town of Bonnyrigg had two railway stations. Dr Beeching, Chairman of British Railways Board closed one and my big brother, Leader of the Black Spot Gang, would accidentally terminate the other. Fortunately, it was on an obsolete branch line which was rarely used: Broomieknowe Railway Station.’

At Lasswade Primary School, bees buzzed in peppermint trees, and an inappropriate film about lepers, or leopards, was screened. A house was haunted by ghosts.

A railway station mysteriously burned down. A peculiar cricket match took place on the playing fields of Lasswade High School. A starship failed to reach the stars and there was Bob-a-Job mayhem. Children danced with the devil in the church vestry and teenagers danced to Glenn Miller’s big band sound at a school Christmas party. All this and more happened in the town of Bonnyrigg and Lasswade village, near Edinburgh in Scotland.

This book begins in 1953 and spans almost two decades. These years were the dying embers of an epoch when life was simple, uncomplicated; there was only one television station, immobile telephones were located in cold hallways and, unfettered by health and safety concerns children invented their own games and designed the necessary props. The church was the hub of the community, at school teachers kept an iron grip on law and order and doctors were available on demand. And, of course, the summers were always, always gloriously sunny.

In my memoir, Memory Spill, I bring these events, and others, vividly, if not always accurately, to life.

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Meet The Author...
Sandy Wilson
Who Am I?

Who am I: I’m 65 years old. My life has been a journey of experiences, mostly of normality but also of sad, sometimes heartbreaking periods, funny moments, moments of hilarity.

A while ago, I started contributing stories to my daughter’s blog, stories about my, and her childhood. The stories were quite well received, a response that encouraged me to create my very own blog, and the subject matter of my writing has gradually expanded, become more diverse. Most of my working life I was a designer, so, while not well schooled in English (or to be truthful, I didn't pay attention at school) I do enjoy the craft of writing, selecting words, the construction and architecture of stories.

I hope my blog will be a lasting legacy to my grandchildren, stories that they may read long after I have shuffled off the mortal coil. But for now, much to my surprise, in the words of Elton John's song "I'm still standing after all this time.”

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