Memories o' the Ha'en
Our commemorative book 'Memories o' the Ha'en is now available. When we embarked on East Haven 800 people began to write to us from far and wide to tell us their stories and memories of living in or having a connection with East Haven. We realised that these memories formed an important part of the social history of Angus and that if we didn't record them then they might be lost for future generations. We received a grant of £275 towards printing costs from Awards for All Scotland for which we are most grateful. If you would like a copy we can send you a copy through by 1st class Royal Mail for £5.00. email@example.com or 01241 857778
This project was developed from an idea by Sheila Twine (nee Lawson) who lived in East Haven as a child from the age of 10 years. Sheila now lives in Austrailia but wrote to us sharing memories and reminiscences of her life in the Ha’en during the 1940’s. For example, she mentioned the decommissioning of the Hatton airstrip and how the children of the village salvaged many items from the carriages at the railway station. Sheila was also able to name people and houses they had lived in. We decided then that we should produce a booklet for East Haven 800 which would capture memories and reminiscences of people and life across as many decades as possible in the Ha’en. We feel it is important to record as much as we can about the social history of East Haven to ensure that it is preserved for future generations.
Lead Resident - Wendy Murray
Former Resident - Sheila Twine
Memories o' the Ha'en - a taste!
LIFE IN EAST HAVEN
We all loved living in East Haven. We learned that we could tell when the tide was turning as the far off ‘lightship’ swung around to alert us. This was important as we spent a lot of time on the rocks and the tide came in quickly and could be dangerous. At night we could see the Bell Rock Lighthouse flashing red and white as it rotated. It was built on rocks, mostly submerged, with great difficulty in the early 1800s to prevent the multiple shipwrecks that occurred on that hazardous section of coast. The rock originally had a bell tethered to it to warn ships, but usually by the time they heard the bell it was too late. Then, Ralph the Rover, cut the bell rope in an act of wanton destruction so some more permanent and effective solution had to be found.
Life at East Haven was happy and busy. It was right on the beach and there were sand castles to build, tiny streams to dam up and rocks to clamber over. In the rock pools, when the tide went out, there were hermit crabs and tiny fishes hiding in the seaweed. Under the ledges, real crabs secreted themselves, waiting for the tide to swell back again. The beach was a feeding ground for all sorts of birds, like plovers and sand pipers. My love of all things natural stemmed from these years beach combing for shells and coloured pebbles. Drift wood came in all sorts of shapes and smoothness’s and sometimes a washed up glass fisherman’s ball would be carried home as the prize of the day.
The beauty of the beach was that two tides a day always delivered fresh surprises, so it was exciting to see what the tide had brought in to delight us – Sheila Twine (Lawson)