Part two of Bob Hutchison’s description of life growing up as the son of a minister, living in Strathesk Manse in the 1950s and later in Leith and the Borders.
Although I fully knew what my father did for a profession, neither at Lasswade nor at Leith was I aware that the outside world viewed me as “the ministerʼs son”.
Perhaps that had something to do with my young age at the time.
All that was to change, however, at the end of the ʼ50s when we moved again, this time to a small village in the Borders. I was now eleven. Idyllic as the setting was, for the first time in my life I felt I had to work hard to fit in.
Not only was I an incomer to the village and the village school (the fourth primary school I had attended in six years ) I was also that strangest of entities, “the ministerʼs son”. It appeared that there were three types of children – boys, girls and ministersʼ offspring.
The first two categories were acceptable.
I was about to embark on a period of my life in which it seemed that the eyes of the close-knit community were always upon me, seeking to pick up on the slightest misdemeanor.
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