was at Lendrick Muir School between 1963 and 1966.

His contact details (as at 17/08/2010):
+44 115 963 0813
+44 7812 160561
18 Robin Bailey Way
NG15 7UP


Tom wrote (16/02/2004):

"I went on a trip once from LMS to Ben Lawers. Can't remember the teachers that went but RPW was probably one, possibly Jim Haig. I didn't go for any other reason than I would get a few days off from class and it was sport. It was a wee bit slippery I remember!!!!!

Near the loch was an old cottage which looked like it may have been at that time inhabited. Being nosey boys we went inside several times whilst we were there and it was like going back in time to the Victorian period. I remember what at that time must have been a really old top hat and almost prehistoric furniture.

The hostel we stayed in had a visitors book which I think most of us signed and we took girls names from it and wrote to them. I remember corresponding with a Penny Critchley once who lived in Scone. Some of us arranged to go there to meet her and her friends but as usual something went wrong and we never did."

Tom wrote (23/08/2003):

"My schooldays started at Blacklaw School at the bottom of Whitelaw Road in Dunfermline. I left in 1962 about a year before my classmates because I went into hospital.

In 1963 I went to Lendrick Muir School, then left in July 1966 and started work at a printers in Dunfermline called David Watt & Sons. I joined Dunfermline Carnegie Hockey Club and shortly after I had the opportunity organised by my cousin, to go for a trial at the club he played for, Dunfermline Athletic but like a pillock, I said "sorry, I want to play hockey". I played football for a time for the same juvenile club as my dad had thirty or so years before me, Broomhall FC based in Limekilns near Dunfermline. I remember after home matches going down to the bus stop and there was a pub there called The Ship Inn. Bearing in mind we were all under 18, we used to go in for a pint after the game and one day the local policeman came in, bringing back his "empties". We were more than a little apprehensive but all he said was, "how did you get on today lads"? Relief or what?

I have played for five hockey clubs apart from Carnegie, they are ICI, Rosyth Civil Service, Portsmouth & Southsea, Waterlooville, [founding member] both in Hampshire and Crawley in Sussex.

I played against several former Lendrick Muir pupils in my time in the Scottish Leagues and it was always good to renew friendships after knocking lumps out of each other on the pitch.

I am now living in Havant near Portsmouth and work for a company that manufactures Chains of Office, badges and medals. I am also Chairman of my late daughter Kirsty's charity, where we assist UK Transplant to increase the number of potential donors on the National Organ Donor Register.

Kirsty and Tom McDonald

My family consists of my two sons Stewart 15 and Alexander 10. My daughter Kirsty passed away in February 2002 at age 16 having had a heart transplant in January 2000 and a stroke in May 2001. Kirsty was a fighter with great determination and sense of humour and is a very sad loss to this world.

I would be delighted to renew friendships from my schooldays, hockey or football clubs and David Watt & Sons. I look forward to hearing from anyone and everyone."

Tom wrote (17/06/2003):

"I read an article titled Kirsty's spirit lives on at her party at http://www.portsmouthtoday.co.uk/ViewArticle2.aspx?SectionID=459&ArticleID=533591 and I thought it may interest you."

Tom wrote (02/03/2003):

" I live in Havant about two miles east of Portsmouth & speak to Maurice & Ruth from time to time but not as often as I would like to or should.

From reading some of the mail recently, which suddenly isn't very much, it seems that some weren't as lucky as us at LMS. Despite bunking in my early days I grew to love the place and to hate half terms & holidays.

Over the years, I have tried to work out why I ended up there and everyone that I have spoken to, and from what dim recollections I have of my childhood and early teens, I can't remember much, I have found each one has said, 'your mum was the problem.'

Since I left Dunfermline in October 1973, my relationship has been awful with my mum. We argued a lot and it was only when my daughter Kirsty became ill with a virus in November 1999 and we were told that December that she needed a heart transplant or she would die, have my mum and I been able to talk.

As you know, Kirsty sadly passed away in February 2002 and my relationship with my mum has improved again. It isn't perfect but then whose is? She's 84 in two months and I'm 52 in three.

It was Kirsty that talked me into looking on the net to see if LMS appeared anywhere.

I don't know if you would be interested, but I can supply a wall plaque with the LMS badge with Lendrick Muir or Naemoor scroll below. If it works properly, I'll attach a photograph of it.

The small profit goes to The Kirsty McDonald Fund. I'll have to work out a price and let you know. The photo isn't brilliant but the plaque is beautifully finished. They are made to order and take about 5 - 6 weeks as they have to be fitted into a schedule.

" Tom wrote (02/03/2003):

"I arrived at Lendrick Muir in September 1963 and was shocked to find that I had to wear those "long" corduroy shorts in the freezing winter. Rather good I thought, NOT! We also had to wear those bulky corduroy jackets with enormous pockets that held everything a young boy could wish. You know the sort of thing, pieces of string, snotty hankies that were never washed, stones, bits of fluff and generally anything found lying around.

In my first few months I spent most of my time "bunking" and on one occasion was on the run towards Powmill when Maurice Bridgeland drove up behind me in the School Land Rover. Upon finally giving up way out of Powmill on the road back to Dunfermline, Maurice took me to his house in Powmill where Ruth plied me with tea. Maurice was excited in that he thought he had found a great athlete as I was outrunning the Land Rover for some considerable time. I think it was just that he didn't have a very strong right foot! I did turn out to be a good athlete and usually did well in School Sports Days and inter House rivalries.

My first dormitory was Dorm 10 on the Junior corridor. My room mates were David Wightman, Lenny Wilson and Paul Rance. Dorm 10 became infamous and we were up for anything that anyone suggested or that we could think of with our evil little brains. We were little tearaways, "bastards" would probably be a better description. On one occasion we decided that it would be a good idea to sneak along to the dormitory of three or four seniors including Sandy Wilson, Alister Cromarty, Neil Walker and Anthony Dugid I believe and give their door a good kicking. Unfortunately, they came along to our dormitory seconds later and gave us a good kicking.

The "inmates" of Dorm 10 were always getting into trouble and one of our favourite pastimes during the nocturnal hours was to sneak down to the pantry at the end of the corridor by the back door and use our shoulders to bang the door open. Upon doing so we would then help ourselves to cakes, biscuits and other foodstuffs. "Breakaway" biscuits I think I remember as being one favourite. On occasions, there would be an announcement in the dining room during breakfast asking for the perpetrators of the previous night's raid to "come forward or the whole School will be punished". On some occasions we were responsible, but on many others we were not. I now, on behalf of Dorm 10 apologise unreservedly to any of our peers who suffered as a result of our activities. Well I don't really, it was just youthful exuberance, or something!

In the late evenings we were always happy to have Maurice Bridgeland on duty because we could hear him shuffling along the corridor and could get back in to bed and pretend to be asleep. When others such as Jim Haig, Roger Wildman or the Beak were on duty one didn't hear them coming so thick ears were a regular occurrence. Not from Roger, he just smiled and gave you a bollocking!

I played in the School hockey and cricket teams and whenever there was a football match, which wasn't all that often, I played in that also. One memory of football was when Lendrick Muir arranged indoor games against Templehall from Kirkcaldy. Johnny Weatherhead decided that the only fair way to decide who made the team was to have a competition in the old gym down in the courtyard. My team consisted of Mike Riddle in goal, Bob Stewart in "midfield" and me up front. We had to play against a team made up of house captains and vice captains two of whom were Richard Rhind and Raymond Wilson, known as "Twango", something rumoured to do with his penis if I remember correctly. I remember the game as being one of the most vicious I have ever played in and I have played in a few nasty Sunday League games in Portsmouth over the years. Over some nine matches or so against Templehall, Lendrick Muir scored 41 goals against their 14. We won all but one match which ended in a 3-3 draw.

Away from sport, I wasn't academically minded at all and spent all my time looking out of the window or laughing with the girls in my class, Irene Robertson, Isabel Kidd and Margaret Simpson. I remember one day in Room 4 with Mrs. Calvert-Wilson when Isabel, Margaret & Irene were pulling faces and making me laugh. I was facing Mrs. Wilson, "Wally" as we used to call her, and she repeatedly warned me that I would be in trouble if I didn't shut up. Then she tried "If you don't shut up you won't be playing hockey tomorrow". This was Friday afternoon and there was no way, in my mind at least, that she could possibly have a School goalkeeper dropped. I was a conceited bastard even then. Well, if you are a goalkeeper you have to be! Now many of you probably won't know the three girls involved, but once they started you off there was no going back. On and on they went and finally Mrs. Wilson couldn't take any more. She looked over those little spectacles that she wore and said "McDonald, go and stand outside the Head's study". I got up and left the room to stifled giggles from the three girls and others in the class. When the bell rang for games I gave up standing outside the Beak's study and went off to the noticeboard to find out what was on for that afternoon, probably hockey practice.

At about 4.45pm as I walked towards room 1, Mr. Sim, in that strange half ordinary and half snob soft  voice of his said something I remember as if it was only yesterday; "Ah, McDonald I suppose you know that you're not playing tomorrow"? I asked him why and he told me that Mrs. Wilson had made "representations" to him. The following day's game was to be attended for the first time by the girl's, coming up from Craigard to support the School. Mrs. Wilson had turned the knife one more time by making sure that I was there to watch also and I suppose to be humiliated  by the experience particularly if the School lost. I am ashamed to say that I can't remember if we did lose or not, but Mrs. Wilson's intention that I be humiliated backfired because I spent the whole match being comforted by the girl's who told me how unfair it was on me not to be playing and generally "mothering" me, a truly wonderful experience.

An incident that cost me about six to eight weeks "gating". towards the end of my second year at School was "the case of the misappropriated cream". I was called from class one day and told to go to room 3 where I was to be met by the Beak and others. I duly went in and there was the Beak looking particularly ferocious and alongside him were others that I cannot remember, a ginger haired lad whose father was a minister and my personal box lying open. Inside my box were some pots of cream that I now found had been nicked from this boy's personal box. I was asked how they got into my box and if I remember right I said that I didn't know. Apparently, this was the wrong answer and I was punished by being gated until the end of term. The truth behind this story is that I did know where they came from and naively believed that the person who gave them to me to keep as "his box was too full to hold them" actually owned them. It was only after I found out they belonged to someone else that I realised that this git had stolen them. True to the old Lendrick Muir motto of "Honour amongst Bastards" I didn't reveal the name of the person that gave me the cream and if you are reading this you miserable turd, your secret will go with me to my grave!

One thing that does stand out, literally, is the fact that Lendrick Muir seemed to attract big breasted girls. Just why we were so blessed I don't know but none of the boys ever complained. Susan Mitchell I remember as being particularly gifted. We all used to watch in awe as she belted round the running track with those huge mounds heaving from side to side. How she never gave herself a black eye or even knocked herself out we'll never know. Some of the girls were quite accommodating, allowing us the occasional feel of their breasts and going off laughing when things stirred in our trousers. A bit like being married, isn't it boys?



Some years ago I was very sad to learn of the untimely death of my old mate Irene Robertson. Irene was a beautiful girl with jet black hair and had the most wonderful smile that I have ever seen. Her face used to light up like a beacon, and her sense of humour was a joy to behold. For a time we had a romantic liaison but we were always more best friends than anything else. It saddened me then and still does today that she is gone. If I had known how she felt then I would have contacted her and gone over to Glasgow, I think that was where she came from and take her out. Sadly it didn't happen. The world is a poorer place for Irene's passing. If you are watching us, WE LOVE YOU DARLING!


Isobel was another very good friend of mine. Izzy had a great sense of humour and this surfaced most during class hours and caused many problems because I couldn't ever keep a straight face when she got started!!! See above.


Another with a wicked sense of humour as already mentioned. Margaret was a very slim girl with fairly long black hair. I remember once, Margaret fell down the bank behind Craigard and nearly all the way on to the rocks at the side of the Devon, silly cow!


Now here was a girl that everyone lusted after. The first time I heard Linda's name must have been 1964/65 and I was sitting on my bed in dorm 24 and Michael Mutch was jumping up and down on his bed saying he had just seen the most beautiful girl and her name was Linda Dobbie. He described her in such a way that we all couldn't wait until the following morning to see who this girl was. As soon as I saw her I was IN LOVE. She really was a very sweet little thing with a sort of pudding basin style hair cut on her jet black hair. Her face was kind of rounded and she had what could be described as a cuddly figure and God how I wanted to cuddle her. I never forgot Linda after I left and often wonder what she is doing now. At one stage, early 70's I think it was, someone told me she was an actress.

I would imagine that 90% of the boys fantasised about her. Linda had one or two boyfriends, and yes I managed it for about two days then we decided we were mates.

Bob Stewart was one relatively long term boyfriend of Linda's and how I was jealous of him. However, he was a mate and I never said anything to him, until now. Bob you're a BASTARD and you kept Linda from me! Only joking mate.


Known as Goldie because of her beautiful very long gold hair. This was another little "sweetie" that everyone liked. She never had a cross word to say about anyone and was a joy to be with. She was another that many were secretly in love with.

Of all the girls at Lendrick Muir during my time I really would like to meet all of the above again with the obvious exception of Irene Robertson who we might all meet up with in another place.

I have had this in draft form on my computer for over a year and can't find time to add to it. As & when I do, I'll send more stories."

Tom previously wrote: "Hi, I'm Tom McDonald and I went to Lendrick Muir between 1963 and 1966.

I would love to hear from anyone that was there with me. Some names I remember are Bob Stewart, Myles Scott, Bruce Murrie, Jamie Pyper, Ann Mason, Isobel Kidd, Margaret Simpson, Linda Dobbie. If anyone knows how to contact any of these F.P.'s perhaps you will let me know.

I live in Havant near Portsmouth, am twice divorced and have two boys that live with me, Alexander 9 and Stewart 14. Sadly my 16 year old daughter Kirsty passed away in February 2002.Kirsty had a heart transplant in January 2000 and suffered a stroke in May 2001. These setbacks didn't hold her back and she gained her place at college in September last year. However, a massive heart attack in February was just too much for her body to cope with.

At some stage I will send my LMS "memoirs" to the site for everyone to read. After all these years the Statute of Limitations must be in force so the police won't be interested!!!

I will keep this short so if anyone out there remembers me, please make contact, I am looking forward to renewing old friendships."


"Hello Ian. I last spoke to you about 18 months ago and gave you a little information on Irene Robertson, Maurice Bridgeland etc.

My daughter recently passed away just 4 months short of her 17th birthday and I have set up a charity, The Kirsty McDonald Fund to raise awareness of donor cards and organ transplantation. Kirsty had a heart transplant in January 2000.

As part of the fund raising for the charity, I can supply Lendrick Muir plaques, i.e. shields with hand painted Lendrick Muir badge in the centre. The plaque can be supplied with either a scroll saying "LENDRICK MUIR SCHOOL" or for those who went there before it changed name, "NAEMOOR SCHOOL". I am waiting on mine to be painted and I'll scan it & e-mail you a copy.

Perhaps you could put it up on the LMS site and anyone wishing to have one [or more!] can e-mail or write to me and I'll send them one having received the appropriate cheque including p&p. I don't know how much they will go for yet as I have to work that out but I would imagine it will be around 30.00 incl p&p for U.K. delivery but I need to work all of that out. Obviously a bit more for overseas.

Plaques are amongst the things my company makes and looking through a large index book of schools, I found the LMS one. We haven't made one for years so there aren't any lying around that I can get hold of quickly and it has to fit into an existing production schedule.

Have you heard anything about the whereabouts of sixties pupils Linda DobbieIrene [Goldie] Dobson, Isobel Kidd or Margaret Simpson?"

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