Years on and the memories are still deeply etched inside us.
fails to yield to torturous sadness, but life recalled with bounteous gladness.
15 August, 2007
21 October, 2006
17 March, 2006
Why putting up this aptly named memorial site to a True Scots Borderer will help rekindle memories and provide a legacy of thought and reflection. Forward, and introduction to the Willie Robertson Memorial site, by his son Drew Robertson.
Lucy Shiels recalls some happy memories of her Grandad Robbie that are so precious to her.
How the memory of victory in the Kent Chess Championships, talking about it 25 years later over a pint in my village pub, showed pride in my dad's voice. It made me feel the same, writes son Craig. William Swanson Robertson was a wonderful man. He was my dad.
In this special tribute a former colleague and friend recounts the days of a famous journalistic partnership and says Willie was 'truly a rare man, touched by the wings of genius'.
Coaxed into telling a good story, Robbie recounts the tale of the African party that had to be boosted by a few bottle of Ethiopian sherry! A close family friend recounts a passion for beer, a sweet tooth for puddings and an ability to tell a great yarn.
How a former Deputy and Managing Editor of The Times Business News recalls his 'modest colleague'
A former colleague at The Times recounts how he signed his boss's expenses because a cashier failed to believe the status of a scruffy looking journalist after a busy night working when the 'best person, bar none, under pressure' was Willie.
Moving south to educate the unwashed in the art and craft of newspaper production. So many 'happy memories of his company and comradeship'.
How a former Carrick Gazette colleague recalls her friendship and memories of tea, chocolate bars and an alleged poison attempt.
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