Monthly Archives: August 2021

We were greatly distressed yesterday when news came to the town of the death in action of Willie P. Macleod in Mesopotamia on Nov. 4. He would never have heard of Dawtie’s death. Papa had a letter from him last week and posted a letter to him on Sunday night. He wrote in good health and spirits. We are afraid to think of his poor mother and sister… Stornoway, 29th November. 1917

In Mrs Gibson’s short letter this week, she passes on the sad news of another death of a local lad who was killed in action in Mesopotamia. She also brings Jean up to speed on some of the social gatherings … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on We were greatly distressed yesterday when news came to the town of the death in action of Willie P. Macleod in Mesopotamia on Nov. 4. He would never have heard of Dawtie’s death. Papa had a letter from him last week and posted a letter to him on Sunday night. He wrote in good health and spirits. We are afraid to think of his poor mother and sister… Stornoway, 29th November. 1917

The town has been out of flour and butter this last week. Fortunately the bakers have evidently had a supply, as the bread issue has continued. The voluntary ration of Sir Yapp Mamma has pinned up beside the fireplace in the kitchen and we were counting up at teatime to see if we had kept within it. We found we had kept well within the limit in everything except perhaps sugar. It looks as if Rhondha (I can’t remember how he spells his name, but that doesn’t look right) would have to face compulsory rationing, much as he wished to avoid it… Stornoway, 24th November. 1917

This week’s letter from Mr Gibson includes some updates on local lads who are away at war and the poor state of the ration supplies in the town. There is news of a scarlet fever outbreak that the schools have … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on The town has been out of flour and butter this last week. Fortunately the bakers have evidently had a supply, as the bread issue has continued. The voluntary ration of Sir Yapp Mamma has pinned up beside the fireplace in the kitchen and we were counting up at teatime to see if we had kept within it. We found we had kept well within the limit in everything except perhaps sugar. It looks as if Rhondha (I can’t remember how he spells his name, but that doesn’t look right) would have to face compulsory rationing, much as he wished to avoid it… Stornoway, 24th November. 1917

Think you’ve found some archaeology?

The Outer Hebrides has a long history of human occupation much of which is still buried under the sand and peat, yet to be discovered.  There is a chance you might find something interesting while hiking; especially if known archaeological … Continue reading

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We had a visit last night from Miss Bell Ann Morison’s brother from the front. He was badly gassed and has been in hospital for a long time. His eyes are funny yet and he expects to be sent to a camp in Ireland… Stornoway, 22nd November. 1917

In Mrs Gibson’s letter to Jean this week, we hear news regarding a local lad who was badly gassed on the Front. Mrs Gibson also gives Jean an update on the painters, the weather and a recent, popular lecture on … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on We had a visit last night from Miss Bell Ann Morison’s brother from the front. He was badly gassed and has been in hospital for a long time. His eyes are funny yet and he expects to be sent to a camp in Ireland… Stornoway, 22nd November. 1917