According to Wikipedia the term mass hysteria refers to collective delusions of
threats to society which spread rapidly through rumours and fear. The
White Lady was a ghost who was rumoured to have appeared during the 1960s,
close to the old school grounds of the former school and been seen by some
Hunters Tryst School pupils near Comiston Farm and Comiston FarmHouse
At this time Hunters Tryst School had the most
wonderful and extensive school grounds. At the far south-east there was a
delightful little copse of woods where the more adventurous or wildest pupils
played. The little woodland was relatively far from the school buildings-indeed
if the school lunch bell rang out, no matter how fast a runner you were, if you
were playing there it was too far away to return to the classroom on time.
The copse sat on a small raised ridge on higher
ground-really on a small hillock above the far away second school pitch which
nestled down below. The former sports pitch is where the new Pentland Primary
School is sited today.
In this old wood were half a dozen large old trees, some bushes and brush and a path which extended to the school boundary. The first tree had a Tarzan swing on it. It was an excellent spot because children could swing out from the ridged hillock over the immediate drop, which curved away to the grassy valley below.
Comiston House Stables (Photograph by Alan Brown)
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At the far end of the copse was a metal fence which formed the
extensive boundary of the school. On the other side of the fence were the
former Comiston Farm buildings and Comiston House. It was here that some girls
had sworn they had seen and been terrified by the appearance of a ghostly white
lady. The girls were in such a state of shock that the headmaster Mr Mackenzie
and schoolteachers became involved and also the local police too. The
sighting went viral and many pupils were seriously spooked, upset and in tears.
This happened deep into the autumn months when there were heavy mists
around in late October or early November, 1965.
Sheer bravado on my part, I joined a few friends at
lunchtime and we headed up to the copse to see if we might catch sight of the
ghostly figure. It was very quiet. The only sounds which could be caught on the
autumn breeze were distant children’s voices playing in the far
playgrounds. Of course, we didn't see the ghost. We weren't disappointed
as it only added to the tension as to what might be out there.
Later that day after school and just as dusk was
beginning to fall we ventured out to the old farm buildings. As we roamed
around the gloaming and the mist enshrouded surroundings we were on red alert.
Darkness was beginning to fall. Talk about a finger on the trigger- when we
were very close to Comiston Farm, of a sudden someone screamed out that they
had heard something and that was enough-we all turned tail and took to our
heels like Tam O'Shanter and
ran toward Oxgangs Broadway, down Oxgangs Street and all the way home to
the sanctuary of The Stair, without
ever looking behind once, in case we might be turned into a pillar of salt!
The day after, a dictat went out from the
school-until further notice, the copse and the immediate area of the old farm
were firmly out of bounds to all pupils-rather similar to when we were banned
from visiting the army's firing range at Dreghorn where we collected used
ammunition.
Decades before the advent of social websites and the internet, knowledge and information came slowly. It's understandable how rumours could spread and create mass hysteria in the locality. So much so that many children didn't venture out after school and during playtime and lunch breaks we remained close to the sanctuary of the school.
If someone had asked about this episode in later
years I would have laughed it off as nonsense...and yet...and yet, how does one
explain the following quote from Edinburgh:
Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson:
The district is dear to the
superstitious. Hard by, at the back-gate of Comiston, a belated carter beheld a
lady in white, 'with the most beautiful, clear shoes upon her feet,' who looked
upon him in a very ghastly manner and then vanished.
I would be surprised if the girls were familiar
with the works of RLS, particularly as this is one of his lesser known books.
So, perhaps they really did see something. Clearly the City Fathers have recognised
this by the new addition to the area's names: White Lady Walk.
Comiston
(Photograph by Alan Brown)
Today some of the children at the new local
Pentland School occasionally tell tales of The White Lady. Certainly, I'd be reluctant to venture there
on a late autumn, misty day, toward dusk.
Anonymous Comment, 2 March, 2016: 'When I was around the age of 10 in the early 70s I used to go up to Bonaly, Oxgangs and the Pentlands Hills with my friend during the school holidays. One occasion we got such a scare that we didn't stop running until we reached home; we were both walking down a dirt footpath near an old rubber mill and for some reason we both turned around and witnessed a woman with a white dress hovering off the ground and you could see the grass underneath her feet. It spooked us and I have never run so fast in my life. On getting home I explained this to my mum who said, 'Oh that will be the White Lady'. As the days passed we just got on with our lives and tonight for some reason it popped into my head again so I did some checking on line and came across this Blog.’ Did mass hysteria have a ghost of a chance of happening in Oxgangs in the early to middle sixties?
6 comments:
Wow, just stumbled across this blog and can't wait to read through the whole thing. I'm in Canada now but lived at 2/2 Oxgangs Avenue from 1963 to about 1976.
I'll get reading and get back to you with my comments, great stuff, thanks
Neil Kellock
Very interesting story!. Recalling an account from the early 1970's by my pal Eric Mullen (Oxgangs Ave)he, his sister, Liz, and my brother Dougie Brown, Derek Aitken, Stuart Robertson and possibly Stevie Montgomery ventured up to Comiston House/Farm ruin as a dare, while exploring around, unknown to them, Liz Mullen climbed onto the roof and rang an old bell, resulting in 5 wee laddies doing somersaults in fear and taking off at great speed. :D
When I was around the age of 10 in the early 70s I used to go up to Bonaly, Oxgangs and the Pentlands hills with my friend during the school holiday. One occastion we got such a scare that we didn't stop running until we reached home. we were both walking down a dirt footpath near an old Rubber Mill and for some reason we both turned around and witnessed a woman with a white dress hovering off the ground and you could see the grass underneath her feet. It spooked us and I have never ran so fast in my life and getting home I explained this to my mum who said, Oh that will be the White Lady. As the days went passed we just got on with our lives and tonight for some reason it popped into my head again tonight so I did some checking on line and came across this Blog
Hi Peter, photo shows the view from our back garden in the Bank. Lived there from around 1955 to 1978,still have family in area. Loved playing in the woods and the path from the braid burn to swanston before caiystane was built. Happy days.
I remember this event well. Kids were screaming, running , but some of us were fascinated. All we knew was that kids were saying it was 'The Bogey man'. I remember Mr McKenzie and his white hair wandering around the playing fields beyond where we had been playing , in the small wooded copse, urging kids to go to their class. It was mass hysteria on a child's scale which can be very loud. It's one of those things that sticks in your mind even when you are an adult who should know better - but who knows ?
I live in the flats just in front of the old Comiston house and have all my life. When I was younger I was playing football in my back garden when the ball hit off the curb and bounced into the woods. As I went to collect it I spotted an extremely pale women in a white wedding dress almost hovering along the main path. I then ran back to my house terrified leaving the ball behind. This happened when I was about 9 years old and till this day I believed I must of just been hallucinating or maybe that it was a bad dream that I had just thought was real. But after reading this article while sitting in that same flat next to the woods I’m begging to think maybe it wasn’t just a dream. Moving house immediately!
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