As one of the many bairns born in Polbeth in the late 1940's, iwas to grow up in a village of young people.
It was a different Polbeth then, with few houses having what is now taken for granted: no cars to worry about as we sledges on the snowy streets;few houses had television and the only phones were in red boxes.
School was Gavieside Primary and Miss Borland was the mistress in charge . We youngsters were packed into Prentice busses for the mile drive , past Watt's farm to the tender mercies of the staff.
Our parents worked ( married women were mostly mothers who stayed at home) wither the local shale and coal mines being the main employer. Life was hard and when you got to the age of 13 kids were expected to add to the family budget by becoming a paper boy( George Lewis was the local newsagent) or deliver milk to the doors of the village. We knew almost everyone in Polbeth as it was a close knit community.with the prefabs,the timber houses and finally the stone built stress of the crescent , avenue and the the rest; no Burnside or Chapleton till the 1950s .
Life was rich, despite the lack of money,with local people organising bus trips to the sea side and each year the coop hired a train to take all the village to Burntisland or some other Fife sea side town. The there was the local galaday followed by the shows.
So now some 50 years on and on the odd occasion when I pass through Polbeth, it's memories are still fresh and fond