Bo'ness Fair Day Memories

On the 16th January 2012 I went to school as usual, after being in class for about 10 minutes Mr Stewart, Mrs Ritchie and Mrs

“It’s only twenty eight weeks until the Fair day, Freda”. Always I would remind my wife, as I counted down the weeks until the big

When I was asked to contribute an article to the 2013 Fair programme my initial reaction was I will never remember enough to write about,

Last year saw the Fairs Cup Over 30’s Football Tournament reach a special milestone – it’s TENTH anniversary. We asked Tournament Committee member Tom Burns

Like so many girls before me, the day I was born my Granny had worked out that if I went to the Grange Primary School

I moved from Glasgow to Blackness in February 1979. My three children attended Blackness Primary School and it didn’t take long for me to hear

Little did the thousands 0f people who thronged the Glebe Park on Fair Day 2010 know that the familiar voice of Douglas Sneddon who has

“They’re picking the Queen the day” shouted the eleven year old girl excitedly before leaving for school. Being gently, but smilingly, rebuked by her parent,

The day I was chosen to be Bo’ness Fair Queen 2010 was absolutely brilliant! I felt so happy that day. I was actually off school

When I was a wee girl, I became aware at an early age that I had the wonderful opportunity to perhaps be chosen as the

I remember the morning we were going to vote, it was a Thursday and the date was the 15th of February 1990. We were all

It’s a real honour to be asked for input into the design of an arch, and over the years I’ve been involved with a ‘Fair’

As in many industrial towns, when the forming of brass bands came into vogue in the middle of the nineteenth century Bo’ness not only saw

When I was invited to write an article for this years Fair Programme, my first reaction was “Yes I would love to.” Then panic set

This is probably a rather emotive subject to write about in the Fair programme. But let me say, right now, that I am not trying

Over the years we all recall Fairs that have a special meaning to us and as we get older we all get great pleasure in

“BO’NESS IS ITS PEOPLE, AND ITS PEOPLE ARE BO’NESS”. So wrote a good a good friend of mine some years ago. I agreed with him

BEING a rare breed of outsider, the lesser common southerner, moving to a quaint mining town was by no means exhilarating on the first thought.