Marjorie Wilson (Trethmore)
For all the time I knew Marjorie she was a West Highland person through and through. Not for the success (though that was always a thrill), certainly not for the money (as she let many a useful dog go as a pet), but for a love of the breed and the sheer enjoyment of being amongst likeminded people, having a day out and competing. Her world revolved around the dogs.
Marjorie, along with sister Doris, had had their first West Highland (I am told) in 1947. The first one I have certain knowledge of was born on 28 April 1951 – a certain Trethmore Trixie, and the earliest prize card found is from 1952, quite probably won by Trixie.
The kennel name ‘Trethmore’ was borne out of a mistake; It was decided to take half the name of Trixie’s sire (Rowmore Victory) and half from her dam Trethland Lady. Thus giving Trethmore. It wasn’t known until after the name had been registered and used, that the scrawly, handwritten name ‘Trethland’ was actually ‘Zethland’, so Trethmore should have been Zethmore. But Trethmore it was and the kennel did well with that name.
Many excellent dogs were bred over the years and the kennel as a whole were always of a type and quality. I don’t know the full list but amongst green card winners were: Twopence, Topsy, Train Robber, Tapestry, Ger Ch Tommy Owt, Top Value, Tika, Tilly Tattle & Traveller who won 7RCC’s. Add to these JW & BP winners:Thorn Bird, Trawlerman, Touch of Class, Tatters, Timeshare – the list goes on. Pride of place went to Tomboy who became a Champion in 1982. However, on the weekend before she passed, Marjorie had the latest thrill of seeing one the last homebreds, Truly Bewitched by Burneze win BIS at the N Cairn & WHWT Club Show, so maybe the story is not complete just yet.
These few mentioned must relate to all the pleasure & pride generated from the fruits of knowledge and understanding.
Marjorie never judged, nor wanted to judge, which was a shame because she was very knowledgeable, not only about West Highlands but stock in general, having been brought up in a farming community and the family having kept many and various stock themselves. Over the years many a snippet of good, sound information was passed on, sound common sense stuff that only comes from working with stock of all kinds.
My first recollection of meeting Marjorie and her sister Doris was in 1973at the N Cairn & WHWT Show in Darlington. They were kind enough to talk to me, which, being a complete newcomer was appreciated. Thoughts of Ch shows were a long way off and it was at many of these smaller shows that I would bump into the ‘Wilson Sisters’ and share a little conversation. Later on, at Ch Shows, both being W’s we were benched next to each other and so, would often have a chinwag over a cuppa.
After Doris passed away, Marjorie (who had never driven), quickly learned to drive and continued to go to shows. It was at this time that we started sharing journeys, would meet up en route, and I would take over the driving. It only occurred to me this last week that it is almost 20 years since we started sharing journeys, how time flies.
It was on these journeys that we got to know each other much more and became firm friends. We talked about everything under the sun: dogs mostly but, people, politics, sport, telly, our own lives etc., etc.
We shared some eventful journeys too; broken down miles from anything in Inverlochtymochty, impromptu detours to avoid traffic jams and make the shows, zonked out in laybys, cars crammed with dogs, tackle, trolleys and not forgetting Marjorie’s pram, squashed sandwiches, muddy shoes, sometimes soddened, sometimes sunburnt, always tired coming home.
But always she would bring me cold bacon sandwiches for breakfast, passing them to me as I drove.
Latterly, she shared journeys with friend and partner Jean Hill, though the three of us have shared many a journey together, not without event; like the time Jean’s big hatchback sprang an oil leak and we had to somehow transfer 7 dog boxes, all the tackle, assorted luggage and the three of us into a Fiat Uno, and get to SKC and back – but we did.
We all have own very personal memories of Marjorie, for myself, I will especially remember her pushing her doggy-pram, her cheeky laugh, the way she greeted me with "Ah, Roger Wright", and the cold bacon sandwiches.
To that sometimes shy, always self-effacing, down to earth and yet somehow, free-spirit that was Marjorie, we must now say a fond Goodbye & God Bless.