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It’s An Age Thing

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The Old Man Doune The Road

The Meenister’s Log


Doune Castle PerthshireThe village of Doune lies by the River Teith in southern Perthshire.

The main attraction is Doune Castle, an impressive fortress overlooking the River Teith, dates from the 14thC.

The bridge over the Teith at Doune was built by Robert Spittal. He arrived at the ferry with no money and was refused passage. In order to put the ferryman out of a job he had the bridge built in 1535. In 1715 the bridge was partly destroyed by the Earl of Mar to delay goverment troops moving north from Stirling.

In 1611 the town became a burgh of barony.

Doune was once famous for the manufacture of Scottish pistols, the trade having been introduced in by Robert Caddell in 1645. In the 19thC the Buchanan brothers opened the Deanston cotton mill which employed 1000 spinners and weavers. Both industries have now gone.

In 1793 the first post office was opened. In 1858 the railway arrived en route from Dunblane to Callander.

I was the Parish Minister here from the age of 26 until I was 31 (just a callow youth)

A few miles from Doune is the small village of Thornhill.

My Uncle and Aunt used to spend a couple of weeks there each summer in a house belonging to cousins.

They had been doing this for years and my Uncle Alex, being the friendly and kindly man that he was, was well known by the villagers; he’d been there so often, that he was virtually accepted as one of the locals.

a particular funeral I conducted in Doune springs to mind -or rather the aftermath.

On the day of this funeral, my Uncle was working in the garden of the cottage, when along the road passes this old worthy, all dressed up in his Sunday best.  he was returning from said funeral.

“My, you’re looking very smart today, Wullie.  Where have you been?”

“Up tae Doune” – that somehow doesn’t seem right – “tae Johnny Clarke’s funeral” came the reply, and then he added….

…”My yon auld meenister they’ve got there made a grand job of it!”

I was 29 or 30 at the time; Wullie, I guess, was in his seventies.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn

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