Sections


Rob Roy MacGregor Campbell
The '45
Extracts of Statistics from the Annexed Estates for Western Strathearn (1755-56)
The Reports of the Annexed Estates (1755-69)
A Tour of Scotland - Thomas Pennant (1769)
Seismic Activity (1789)
Account of 1791-99 vol-11 - Comrie, County of Perth
Archibald MacNab (1734-1816)
Henry Dundas (1742-1811)
Sir David Baird of Seringapatam (1757-1829)
Companion and Useful Guide to the Beauties of Scotland – Sarah Murray (1799)
Roman Camp, Dalginross – October (1800)
Flash from the Caledonian Mercury – September (1814)
I've a Boat to Catch (1818)
A Picture of Strathearn - John Brown (1823)
St Fillan’s Highland Society (1827)
Letters from the Distant Past (1831 - 1859)
Comrie, St Fillans and Monivard (1837)
Statistical Account: Parish of Comrie (1838)
The Glen Lednock Census (1841)
The Queen’s Visit (1842)
The Road to Comrie (1857)
For the Sake of Nelly Fergus (1860)
From an Unknown Guidebook-circa (1892)
Comrie (1895)
Tales of Derring Do
Soldier, Soldier, won’t you marry me wi’…
The Adventures of Paddy or Highland Peter
Ghoulie Tales
A Serious Business
Mail Order Bride
The Man with the Powerful Voice
Double Entry bookkeeping
Hey, Gie’s ma Haun…or Murder Most Foul
Kate Mackenzie's Terrible Deeds
Watty and Meg Drummond
The Fencibles
Deacon Reid
Amazing Grace
The Day of the Penny Wedding
The MacArthur's were there before the Hills
The Beggar's Badge
A Pane by any other name can be a Pain!
The Powder Keg
The Coo didnae hae ony Teeth!
The Green Lady of Glen Lednock
The Queen of Tynasithe
The Great Wall of Comrie
Whisky, You're the Devil
A Wee Rumble
A Whale of a Time
An Encounter of the Third Kind
Another Debate
Bosom Pals
Getting Stoned in Comrie
Hanging about Comrie
It's Whisky in the Jar
Picking Other Folks' Brains
Porridge for Breakfast
Tarred and Buttered
Temperance
The Convert
The Debate
The Schism
The Levitation
The Twa' Brithers
There’s a Hare in my Soup
Yer bum's oot the Window

18th & 19th Century

A Whale of a Time

In the nineteenth century the composition of old Comrie was not much changed to that of today, but there was more activity with people always going about. In fact they were known as “the going about” people. They had many chores to do of one sort or another, and shopping at the local shops was quite an event. The shops were full of fascinating and different articles. They were small and normally lit with oil cruisies or homemade candles. There were no blinds on the windows which were fitted with wooden shutters and when darkness fell the streets looked like tunnels.

The stock of goods in the grocer’s shops was quite varied. They possessed a large meal girnal with a division in the centre. In one compartment there was always oatmeal, and in the other, barley meal and usually several bags of peasemeal as well as salt herrings and red herrings. A barrel of whale oil was used for the cruises and many also kept a bag of salt which was very expensive due to the duty that had been placed on it. One of the principal shopkeeper’s of the time was Peter Macfarlane who by all accounts was a very careful man with a reputation of being able to look after himself...but sometimes he met his match.

One of the lads from the glens had come in to the village to have some repairs done on his boots which were rather tattie with thin soles. He took them to the shoemaker who did the best possible job with them and returning them to the boy suggested that if the boots were not oiled or greased well they would soon be useless, as the uppers had already started to crack. As the lad was keen to make his boots last as long as possible a brilliant idea came to him as he was passing Mr. Macfarlane’s shop. He went in carrying his boots in his hands, and asked for some trifling article. When Mr. Macfarlane went to fetch the article the lad “accidentally” dropped his boots into the barrel of whale oil. When Mr. Macfarlane returned with the article the lad asked him what was in the barrel describing the misfortune which had just occurred.

When Mr. Macfarlane told him it was whale oil the lad broke out in a rage shouting out that his boots would be destroyed and that the shopkeeper had no right to leave an open barrel around where accidents like this could happen and that he would claim damages for a new pair of boots. Mr. Macfarlane told him, that by rights, he should be the one to make the claim as his whale oil was more valuable and they quarrelled and harped at each other for some time while trying to recover the boots. Deciding not to buy the article brought before him by Mr. Macfarlane, the lad stormed out of the store in high dudgeon, and Mr. Macfarlane reflected, later that the lad knew a thing or two!