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St.
Monans
Simminins,
Mare Vivimus
By the sea we live --- From the sea we have
life.
In the thirties St.
Monans
Harbour, four miles distant from
Earlsferry was a beehive of industry.
Herring and bottom fish were
very prolific in the Firth of Forth. Fishing and boat
building were the life blood of the village. The boat
building yard of Walter Reekie
at the west end of the harbour
and that of James N. Miller and Sons, Ltd at the east
end of the harbour could hardly turn out fishing boats fast
enough to meet the demand. In addition to North Sea
fishing boats,
Reekie's boat yard turned out round the world motor
sailer cruisers, designed and built along the lines
of the heavy canoe stern
North Sea fishing boats.
The Miller yard in addition to North Sea fishing boats made
both round the world sailing yachts and also motor
sailer cruisers that included the famous "Fifer"
designs. The entire village echoed to the sounds of
the men who built these craft which were all truly beautiful
creations and works of art. The boat builders were a loud and jovial
group. With heavy adzes they hewed
the various timbers into perfect shape and curvature. And
oh the wonderful smells that came from all the chippings and
shavings of all the various woods. From
Reekie's the woods of choice were oak for the keels,
the ribs and the structural parts. For the planking, larch
or Oregon pine. Decks were either larch or teak.
Wheelhouse structures were trimmed in Honduras or Philippine
mahogany. Miller's, for their yachts and motor
cruisers, used a greater amount of the exotic woods. Now to
these
aromas, add the smell of tarry oakum, the stuff that
gets hammered in between the planking, to make the seams
waterproof. But we're not done yet. Tan-barked
nets and ropes were everywhere and wooden boxes full of fish
were stacked high and covered all of the piers. But the best is yet to come. When
the tide goes out, the floor of the
harbour
dries to expose a mushy layer of mud that's composed of
rotting tangles, seaweeds and the remains of creatures of
the sea. The blending of all of these
harbour aromas created the very essence of the
village, what St. Monans was all about, it's economy from
the sea. There have
been moments in my life that I'd have given anything for a
nostalgic "whiff o' the smelly, mushy mud in the flair
o' the Simminins herber." As they say, "To each
his own."
When launch day for the boat
arrived the slipways were coated with a thick layer of soft
soap. Red, white, and blue ribbons were tied from the
highest midway point of the boat to the stem and the stern
posts. A ribbon covered bottle of red wine hung from the
bow.
The local school closed for the
day to let the children come to see the launching.
Everyone who could lined the
piers to watch. A lainch (boat launch) was a big
event.
A workman hammered out the last
chock to release the boat.
The lady doing the
honours swung the bottle of red wine against the
stem. I christen thee, The Morning Star or whatever
was the name of the boat.
(The use of red wine at the christening ceremony of sea going vessels
goes back to ancient biblical times.)
At first all is quiet then a
great cheer goes up from all the
by standing well wishers as the boat emerges from the
boat building shed and picks up
speed as it slides down the ways to become one with the sea.
I was always amazed that the water line that had been
pre-painted on the boat was exactly where it should be.
During the years of World War II
the British Admiralty commissioned the
Reekie yard to build minesweepers and the Miller yard
to build Fairmiles, high speed, hard chine, planing hull,
motor torpedo boats.
2007 A Miller Fifer returned home to where it was
built.
At week ends when all the boats
were in the harbour and rafted
together it was at times possible to walk from the west pier
all the way over boat decks to
the middle pier then over more boat decks to the east pier.
They were virtually jam packed in.
I remember one
tragedy that happened in the
harbour. Luckily on
that day most of the boats were still out at sea. This
happened in the evening. For whatever
reason a boat that was moored at the East pier caught on
fire. It's owner
valiantly fought the flames. When it got to the point
that the blaze couldn't be extinguished the vessel was towed
out to sea. It was towed to nearby Newark Castle where
it was cast adrift. The wind pushed it to shore where it
burned till well after daylight. The radiant heat was so intense
that watchers on the braes above the shore had to shield
their faces.
Prior to Walter
Reekie turning over a new boat
to it's owner it was his custom
to make one final tour of inspection of the boat. One
day in 1949 he was starting to do just that. On descending the iron
ladder to get down and on to the boat he lost his footing on a rung. He
fell between the
harbour wall and the boat. In
that instant he died.
After this sad event the Walter Reekie
yard at St.
Monans was bought by Walter's
life long contemporaries and friends, the boat building
Miller family. Shortly after that Walter's boat
building yard at Anstruther was also sold.
Now fishing in the Firth of Forth
has declined to the point that there is no longer a demand
for new fishing boats and the villages of the East
Neuk of Fife now cater to the many visitors who come
to the region.
Far from home but it was home
to it's owners. A Miller Fifer Motor/Sailer
at Victoria, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada which came
from there to Roche Harbor, San Juan Island, in the State of Washington
USA for a short visit.
Another
member of the Miller family who achieved world wide fame, renown and
acclaim in his own right is Niven Miller. Niven elected not to
follow into the family business of designing and building what were
maybe the worlds best and most seaworthy boats. Niven was
blessed with a powerful, rich and wonderful baritone voice and his
forte became that of an operatic singer and a singer of the songs of
his homeland. His voice held audiences, which included
the Queen Elizabeth, spellbound
wherever he
went. Scots abroad who flocked to his performances were reduced to
tears when he would sing," O' my luve's like a red, red
rose." However, as Niven said, "We can't "greet"
for ever".
But that's easier said
than done when the saying applies to the absentees from the villages
of the
East
Neuk
of
Fife.
In
the 30's the village of St. Monans had a great "fitba"
team named the Swifts although the team was also called The
Swallows. At the start of play when the members of the team ran on to the
field they were very smart in their white shorts, royal blue
stockings and royal blue with white collar shirts. Matches
were always well attended particularly on the days when with
friendly rivalry they played against the Pittenweem Rovers.
The Swifts captain who played in the position of center-forward was a man who went by
the name of Jocky Wilson. He was also known to the
supporters as "Curly". As encouragement to the St
Monans team on days that the opposing team was the Rovers,
the local supporters of the St. Monans team would take up
the sing song chant,-------
Come
away the Swallows, never be afraid.
Show
the dirty Rovers how the game is played.
When
Curly gets the ba', he dribbles through them a'
and
scores another goal for the Swa-aw-llows.
The West Pier at St. Monans
harbour, as it was in the day of my
fisherman grandfather,
John Reekie.
This old faded and water stained painting of yesteryear St
Monans poses questions
that will never be answered. Many years ago I was traveling
on the Oregon coast and saw a going-out-business sign in the
window of an antique shop. In a corner of the shop was a
collection of stuff that was being discarded. After turning
over a few of the items this small painting in it's original very
old glass frame was looking at me. For me there was no
mistaking what it was. How did this very old painting of the
St. Monans harbour end up on the Oregon coast and be on the
brink of being cast into oblivion when I happened by to
rescue it ? Who had been it's carrier to this part of
the world ? It's my guess that a very long time ago it had
been the nostalgic possession of someone from St. Monans, a
reminder of home. The painting predates the building
of the outer breakwater which was known as The Blocks. The breakwater
was
added to the East pier to shelter the entrance to the
harbour from south easterly winds and the present day Miller boat building
shed has not yet come on the scene.
August 2007---I took the old painting back to St.
Monans
where I believe it now hangs on a wall in the village's Heritage
Museum.
Auld,auld
Simminins
And
today
By the Sea. The Auld
Kirk
of St. Monan
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