William Walter Hart

Hello, my name is William Walter Hart and this is my story. If you have been to Holy Trinity Church then you will know that there is a plaque on the wall. It has my story on it but not the full one. That is why I am here: to tell you the missing parts. So sit back, relax and I will tell you my story.

When I was young I had a fascination with boats. From the mast to the cabin it all interested me. My father Declan Hart was a sailor and he delivered all the cargo and food to the cities near Dunoon while my mother Jennifer Hart was a maid.

For my 12th birthday my Dad took me to see a boat yard. I was very grateful to my Dad for taking me there.

When I got back home my Mother had prepared a delicious meal for my Dad and me.

When I was fifteen my Mother and Father took me to Holy Trinity Church for the first time. I thought that the church was absolutely beautiful. We went to church every Sunday and I loved it but my favourite part was always the singing. Every time I sang it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It also made me feel like I was glowing. So when a lady asked me to join the choir, I gladly accepted.

When I was twenty I got my first real job: I got a job on a boat! I sailed to many places and by the time I was twenty six I had nearly sailed around the whole world. Of course, I still went to church when I could as well. But one day, the 25th October 1900, it all changed. That was the day I died. I had been sent on a very treacherous journey to Nova Scotia. My boss had warned me that the weather was going to be dangerous but I thought it would be fine so I gathered everything I needed and sailed away from Dunoon.

When I got closer to Nova Scotia a storm was brewing. I got flung off my bed by a wave hitting my deck. I drowned shortly after when the boat capsized.

My body washed up on Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia and was spotted by some locals.

So that’s my story. I hope you enjoyed it but don’t worry. I may be dead but that’s okay because when one life dies, another one begins.

Catriona – Tighnabruaich Primary School

Dark River

There was a dark, dark wood with a dark, dark river. It had a story behind it. Now I am going to tell you the story.

A long time ago a man was going to be the first man to enter the dark, dark river. This man wanted to find something which would make him rich. This man was called John but his nickname was Mad For Money.

So John started to venture up the riverbed but all that he was finding was green slime. Then he came to the bent corner. Locals said that people had been killed there before when walking past. John didn’t believe that.

He continued. Suddenly someone grabbed him and pointed a gun at his head saying, “How dare you enter my river!” Then the man shot John’s hand and shouted, “Go home and never come back or else…”


Archie – Tighnabruaich Primary School