By Mike Robertson.
It was a cold, blustery night outside, but inside the hall the mood was warm and lively. Around sixty people turned up, settling in to the hall which had been decorated with sheaves and vegetables by the committee the evening before. Meanwhile, the kitchen was filled with activity, steam and good smells as pots of tatties, neeps, and mince bubbled away on the stove.
After the traditional mince and clapshot, followed by trifle, tea and fancies, Thelma Bruce took to her feet and entertained us with many humorous stories of farming life.
The highlight of these was her poem of a trip to the mart to buy furniture, when she accidentally got more than she bargained for by enthusiastically waving to her friends.
It was a true family gathering, with all ages represented from toddlers to those of us of more mature years. Speaking of the youngest, Caleb, who once cut the ribbon at the playpark extension, was there helping to tidy the tables with Beki, his mother.
The eating and talking over, at some secret signal everybody swung into action and within minutes the floor was cleared for dancing. The night shifted up a gear as Murray Cowie unpacked his “box of tricks” and filled the hall with music.
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