My memories of Dalry are from moving to Dalry only months old 1959 to leaving in June of 1981. My mother Martha Malloch (Nee Prasher), My father David. Grand Father Richard Prasher, known as Dick Prasher, Grand mother also called Martha.
My mermories are both good & sad. I was one of the many who went through School in Dalry. From Nursery School , the days when you were put down for a sleep behind the dark green blackout curtains.
Up through Primary school, the the high school, for 1 year only before the high school well i am not quiet sure what was to happen to it, and then join with the the start of multi - regional Garnock academy. This Academy was in Kilbirnie, pupiles from Beith also came here from Speirs school.
Some of the fondest memories are walks with my grand father Dick, the walks in and around the Blair estate, & the glens, Blue water,as well as the surrounding country side. Fishing the rivers and the resoviors. Playing soldiers in the ruins of Coronel Boricks house.
Looking forward to the Cattle Shows, Civic Week starting, with all the different entertainment. Halloween, Xmas. The Discos, & live bands
The Cinemas , The Regal, and the Roxy.
Churches to included, St Margarets, the Trinty, and the Gospel Hall. Even got to ring St Margrets church bells several times. 1st rope got caught round my ankle, and got pulled up, with the bell rope.
The long Winter Months of cold mornings, frost, Fog so bad that you could hardly see accross the street, and the many weeks of snow. Some of the areas covered, was like a scene from a xmas card.
The Shops Co-op. Mickdades, Millers , Andersons, Palachies amongst many others, Butchers Bakers & not a candlestick maker.
The Pubs & bars there seem to be loads almost one in every doorway in the town. The old mens clubs.
From the cross to anywhere 2 miles outside the town in any direction you were out in the country, with lots of great scenary. Sad times were basically the Bullies & the people that didnt want to do anything about it.