John G. Manuel
8foot yonder. It seems too that the call of the pears and apples on the other side of a broken bottle parapeted dyke, has been a seductive one in all ages. Rises now before me an old world garden with quiet walks, and restful silence, at the foot of the back roads, opposite Winterfield Mains. Everything there, the high dyke, bottle bottoms, the waiting fruit, and intrepid "pagans". What a gloriously descriptive appellation. Nothing higher can ever be bestowed on a true Dunbar laddie. Then you told about the ploys with your Brother after bedtime, and I fell to wondering where you lived. You told of a garden behind, and my fancy picked out a house on the West side of the High St next to Combe the "caunlemaker's" kept as a "pig shop" downstairs by one Sam Harrington in my day. I guessed5tower on Knock-in hair is incorporated into what is termed a mansion built by the Sirdar of Egypt. Peter Lawson I have heard my Uncle James speak of and also Mungo Siddons. Siddons Society is still to the fore. I suppose you know that, and often have I carried my Masters monthly payment to the wee room in the Corn Exchange. My Uncle used to tell a story about Mr Siddons which I jotted down and will type a copy for you, along with another one when the port of Dunbar was in its glory. My earliest recollection of Dunbar schools is a clear one of the "Charity School" at the South end of Castle Street, between my grandfather's gunsmith's shop, and the foot of the Corn Exchange close. It was taught by Thomas White, father of the present Town-Clerk. I would go in there sometimes, and he would give me words05419
1913 Apr 8
Original letter dimensions: 20.5 x 25 cm.
Reel 21, Image 0291
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