Oxgangs - A Pastime From Time Past #23 The Tooth; the Whole Tooth; and Nothing but the Tooth

Oxgangs Dental Practice including Mr Russell and Miss Warwick; photograph, Sandra Young

In the decade after the Second World War the new Oxgangs and surrounding housing schemes were great places to live and bring up young families - modern flats; indoor loos; open coal fires. Looking back we were incredibly lucky to have both a new doctor's surgery and dentist on our doorsteps; for us at 6 Oxgangs Avenue it was less than a two minute walk away. When you're young you just suppose it was how it always was, not appreciating our good fortune.

Mr Russell was the local dentist for decades. His surgery was located next door to Dr Motley's -  happenstance or not, but a good arrangement.

The difference between relationships and transactions interest me and looking back I had a relationship with Mr Russell, not a transaction.

I can recall sending postcards to the surgery during the 1970s from such locations as Montreal, Prague and Edmonton when major championships were being held. Part of the conditions of being part of these Scottish or British teams was that we had to have full medicals which were duly signed off for me by Dr Motley and Mr Russell. 

Ironically my biggest memory of the dentist was as a young boy coming round from having received gas looking out at the lovely blooms on the trees and foliage out the large window of his surgery room - it was like awaking in paradise, before I recovered my senses!

In later years after Mr Russell retired Miss Warwick became my dentist. Whilst I had a similarly good relationship I was always cautious in my dealings with her; when she was trying to recommend crowns to me for perfectly good teeth she was mildly frustrated at my refusal to rush in, instead wanting to take my time to consider what she was suggesting; she said I was the most cautious patient she had come across.

Looking back I'm uncertain whether she had her patients' long term health and appearance as her top priority or whether she was compromised by a conflict of interest whereby she was keen to also maximise her income. 

In much later decades and as illustrated below in an extract from a newspaper article she led a colourful life away from the surgery. Edinburgh being the home of the doppelganger - the city of Deacon Brodie and Jekyll and Hyde, perhaps there's no surprise there.

Thus far there's been no mention of the receptionist, come dental nurse who loyally served the practice for decades; I warmed to her and liked her very much indeed. She was the ideal employee.

Jim Blyth who emigrated to Canada recalls working in the dental building at the corner of Oxgangs Road North and Oxgangs Farm Drive, making false teeth; he said there was lots of business in Oxgangs at the time!

Prior to us joining Mr Russell's dental practice I recall my first and indeed last visitation to the school dentist at Firrhill who was a bit of a brute and when combined with my own cowardly nature was a powerful combination. After a titanic struggle in the chair between the two of us, the dentist managed to stick the needle in to his own hand freezing it and he had to cancel all appointments for the next two hours. 

He told my mother to never bring me back. 

On the way out I shouted 'Ah suppose a badge is oot 'o the question!' 

Clearly I wasn't the only person who had a similar unfortunate experience at the Firrhill Dental Practice as the thread begun by Graeme Robb below indicates!

Graeme Robb Who remembers the school butcher, sorry dentist, just at the gates to Firrhill School? 62 and I still have a fear of dentists thanks to him.

Rhonda Blair That man was so scary; he put a huge silver cap on my tooth - tools sometime to be removed; I should have run for the door.

Elaine Morison Yes Mr Allen; he did the same to me - horrendous and unnecessary!! Always had his dog in the surgery too; he also laid the drill on my jumper and made a hole!! Got over my fear by becoming a dental nurse for 40 years.

Laura Fitzsimons I do....was chucked out for screaming and ended up at Mrs Warwick’s Oxgangs Road North!

Wayne Hewitt From the frying pan into the fire – lol!

Jill Robertson Never went to him but remember the horror stories!

Shirley Sinclair Suzanne Seaton in Colinton is a fantastic dentist.

Lynne Rennie I preferred the Firrhill one to the police station one lol!!!

John Jamieson I remember I was at primary school and my mum took me to the dentist at Firrhill and I was so scared when the drill started I actually ran away; my mum was bit amused when she caught up with me ha ha!

John Hutchison Belt drive a drill nightmare.

Debbie Kerr The Black Witch Warwick scarred me for life when it comes to dentists!

Kim Elizabeth Grassick Me too, she was nasty!! Do you remember the scandal in the Herald?

'The Church of Scotland was last night ‘extremely shocked’ after it was revealed one of its longest serving ministers fathered five illegitimate children during a 25-year affair. Married parish minister the Rev Campbell Ferenbach began his affair with Brownie leader Jill Warwick when she was 17 years old and attended his church with her parents.

Over the next quarter of a century the Edinburgh based minister visited Miss Warwick during the day and returned to his unsuspecting wife, Annie, at night.

He fathered three children by his wife and five children by his lover.

Only at the age of 80 when he thought he was dying of heart failure did he confess to his wife.

She divorced him and in 1986 he married Miss Warwick, a dentist, and claimed legal responsibility for their four sons and daughter.

But last night Miss Warwick, now Mrs Ferenbach, condemned Mr Ferenbach, who died last year at the age of 90, for using her. She told how his ‘God-like religious power’ had left her trapped in his spell after meeting him where he preached at Liberton Parish Church, Edinburgh.

Mrs Ferenbach, 52, of Baberton, Edinburgh, said: ‘I was only 17 when our relationship began and it ruined my life. I thought he was God on earth. I worshipped him and would have done anything he asked. But now I think he was just using me as a bit on the side all these years.' She added: ‘I think he only came to me in the end because he had nowhere else to go.’

Last night Mr Ferenbach's first wife, Alice, now aged 87 and living in a nursing home confirmed the affair. She said: ‘She was so young that I never suspected anything. He was a weak-minded man.’

Yesterday, a spokesman for Church of Scotland said they were stunned and extremely shocked by the revelations. But they said they had never received any complaint about Mr Ferenbach, who became a minister in 1929 and served at Broughty Ferry parish church and as a Navy chaplain before taking up his post in Edinburgh.

The convenver of the Church of Scotland's Board of Social Responsibility, the Rev Bill Wallace, said: ‘We are very disturbed by this distressing story. Such behaviour is unacceptable from anyone, let alone a minister. Had we known of the relationship the matter would have been taken up by our presbytery and the likely outcome would have been the dismissal of the Rev Ferenbach. But as it was no-one ever complained to us and we knew nothing about it.' He added: ‘This is an embarrassment to the church.’

Worshippers at Liberton Parish Church where Mr Ferenbach served until his retiral in 1970, were shocked by the revelations. One parishioner, who asked not to be named, said: ‘Mr Ferenbach was a well-liked man who served the church well. There were rumours of an affair with a woman, but no-one believed them’

George McQueen Yep put me off dentists for years.

Keith Henderson Remember him well; I always thought he was drilling for oil; bet you he was a rich feckin dentist.

David Hamilton Oh feck, I remember him well. Morgan or something like that???

Alan Clark Not that well then.

Andrew Inglis Only too well; brute of a man; he had a house in the Braids near the Braids Golf Course.

Peter Hoffmann FORE!

Heather Rose Scared the hell out of me. Put me off dentist for years.

Ronald Rae I was just debating with someone about that place; my first introduction to Mrs Warwick (the butcher).

Alex Rae Still have fillings 50 years later.

Colin Moxey She was brutal. She took four of my teeth out in one session and loved every minute. I still have flashbacks about going in and out of consciousness with the dodgy gas she used...it was like a bad acid trip!

Lynda Mooney Did that to me too.

Kim Elizabeth Grassick Me too; she slapped me on the face when I spat blood on the floor as I was disoriented as a result of being under that terrible gas.

Colin Moxey I can remember my mum having to virtually carry me up the road after that ordeal. I coughed up blood for hours.

Law Orr I went to the dentist next to the doctors at Oxgangs, all I remember is a nasty man who shouted at you for being scared and crying out as his assistants held you down, as he put this huge black, stinking of rubber, mask over your face till you passed

Karen Alexander OMG all the horrid stories of dentists; I am 57 and still terrified.

Diane Collins No but I remember the one next to McAllister Cottage; the woman there was a butcher.

Yvonne Thomson I remember the school dentist at Firrhill – horrible.

Pat Small My mum worked there. She clean the place both morning & night along with six kids through the day. When I think back she must have been exhausted.

Lynda Mooney Aaarrggghhh! Remember him unfortunately!! Wasn’t very child/teen friendly! My teeth still haven’t recovered; Miss Warwick too!! She’d spray tweed perfume in the gas mask which smelled worse than the gas! Put me off dentists for many years!! X

Kim Elizabeth Grassick Oh my days, look how young Jill looks, witch of a woman!!

Fraz Jacobs Is Miss Warwick the girl on the right?

Sandra Young Dark haired in middle.

Fraz Jacobs Sandra, who was the blonde girl? I’m sure it was her I saw?

Sandra Young Fraz Jacobs not sure but I think she was a dental nurse not a dentist.

Deanna Deans I feel humble that I had still have good teeth lol! - nae smart comments!

Paul Duncan Absolute bastard !! My big brother bit him and was barred, smart bugger!

Yvonne Thomson I wouldn't open my mouth to the school dentist and got a slap of him horrible man

James Fegan Hated going there.

Angela Gollan Don't remember which one but I bit one of them.

John McDonaugh Tooth out tomorrow.

Paul Purvis Yip, me too; can’t remember his name; began with a C ended in a T.

Vanessa Campbell School dentist for me was Mr Allan at the Firrhill site. I will never forget my mother taking me as a young girl. I had 3 baby teeth taken out as my big teeth were coming through. He put a Dr White sanitary towel looped on from one ear to the other to soak up the slavers ‘n blood. WTF lol

Peter Hoffmann At the time I think he was going through a bad period.

Karen Alexander Lol Vanessa; I remember getting teeth pulled and the same day my Mum arranges to have a photographer come round to the house; well I had a swollen mouth and was numb; Paul and Bri looked great but big sis struggled to smile, lol xx. I was only about 10.

Vanessa Campbell Awe you’d still look cute with these big brown eyes.

Karen Alexander Maybe.

Karen Alexander Dean with her two brothers

Karen Alexander This one Vanessa, swollen mouth and two wee brothers that looked so cute; still remember being told to smile; hard to do when you’ve got a sore mouth, lol xx.

Vanessa Campbell Awe, wee darlings.

Julie Stevens Oh yes and you're right he was a feckin butcher. I've no back teeth because of that sadist; I'm sure he was selling them on the black market.

Eve Chalmers I loved when the mouthwash lady came on a Thursday afternoon . We used to see who could make the most bubbles in the cup 

Marylin Williams It wasn't Mr Russell. He was on Oxgangs Road North next to the Farm Drive. He was a great dentist.

David Arthur He had the wee dug wandering around (charcoal Spaniel ). He drilled right through one of my back teeth once ....I hated him !!!

Figures On The Edge No 3-James Duffy and Esther Blades; Colin and Alan Hanlon; The Sibbalds; The Douglases; Rab Moir; The Ramages; The Robertsons; Reverend Orr; and Mr Russell

As I move toward winding up the blog I thought I must do a quick Cooke's Tour of some figures both from and also, for good or bad, closely associated with The Stair

James Duffy, Esther Blades, Colin and Alan Hanlon haven't featured significantly in the blog only flitting in and out occasionally. I'm not entirely sure why this is. If I were to have kept it going into next year for another six months I'm sure they would come more into prominence. It may also be because they were four of the youngest children at The Stair-James and Esther were the two youngest children.

There's no excuse for my lapse with regard to James. It's only because I was checking out some dates for the recent blogs on spring and summer and was skimming through some of the journals from over forty years ago that James' name cropped up. He was a very pleasant lad.

James Duffy

Esther should have cropped up far more often even though she was the youngest member of the forty one people who stayed at The Stair. I usually associate her with Ruth-they were the two youngest members of The Blades family and played together regularly. As previously mentioned I can recall taking the two of them on a few bus outings into town-they were both good fun. There are a few references to her in old diaries often just a group of us talking casually whilst hanging out at The Stair or through attendance at the church. Being the youngest at The Stair everyone liked Esther and we all looked out for her-she was a lovely and very pretty girl.

Esther Blades

Colin and Alan Hanlon should have cropped up more often, Colin in particular. He was ages with my sister Anne Hoffmann. He was a very friendly and pleasant lad. He was an enthusiastic footballer and part of the very good Hunters Tryst School football team that made the final of one of the city's premier primary school cup competitions-a group of us went down to watch them play in the final at Warriston Park. I liked Colin a lot-as he got older he occasionally used to stay with a group of us for the Friday Horror Night-more of further down. He was an integral part of all our football games. In later years I sometimes saw Colin out on the town on a Saturday evening!

Colin and Alan Hanlon

Alan meanwhile was one of the three youngest members at The Stair. Similar to Colin he was a nice lad and an enthusiastic football player. Again, I liked him too. However, after I had left The Stair and as people got older, some bonds grew closer and others lessened-I can recall Iain Hoffmann saying in latter years that Alan seemed to be a little more distant than in earlier years. My memory of him is from an earlier time and I always found him to be a charming and likeable lad-as I've said The Hanlons were a great family at The Stair. I may be wrong, but Alan may well have been the brightest of the four Hanlon brothers. I haven't seen or heard of Alan in forty years so have no idea what course his life took.

The first time that death impinged upon our lives at The Stair was at one of the neighbouring Stairs, 8/2 when Mr Jack Sibbald died. I think his death was unexpected. The Sibbalds were a lovely family-very much similar to The Douglas' at 8/3. At that time they had two children Gordon and Dawn. Gordon was a little older than me and was a bright lad with a lot of get up and go-an interesting character. Dawn was younger-she was blonde and had a certain class to her. I recall they were quite unusual in that they went an annual holiday to Milport each year-I think Mr Sibbald was originally from the west. His death came as a real shock-even to we children-I know it certainly stopped me in my tracks and made me reflect-nothing is for ever. The Sibbald family eventually moved to neighbouring Colinton Mains to a terraced house-we clearly still kept in touch with Gordon-indeed when we all went jumping the burn we often joined its route two hundred yards from their house and this section was always known to us all as Gordon's Burn-what a soubriquet! Mrs Sibbald was a handsome, strong and clearly very able woman-to support the family she became a receptionist at Dr Motley's surgery where she was very competent running a tight, but friendly ship. I think she remarried and also happily had another child. The other death that impinged on us a few years later was when Keith and Mark Robertson's father died. They stayed at 4/2 Oxgangs Avenue. His death came as a complete shock too-I recall Mr Robertson as a strong, robust, dark haired man. Similar to Mrs Sibbald, Mrs Robertson too was to be admired because she too went out to work and supported the family by driving a van which delivered small motor parts to a range of garages.

Ali Douglas has cropped up surprisingly regularly in the blog-if someone had said this to me before I started the blog then I would have raised a quizzical eyebrow. It was no surprise however that he was such a very nice lad, because his whole family were absolutely lovely. Ali's dad was an aircraft fitter out at the old Turnhouse Airport so was in employment in the one job throughout the whole period which meant the family will have enjoyed tremendous stability. They were a quiet family who achieved a delightful balance of being very good neighbours, charming to speak to with a ready smile and an innate gentleness. Our key interaction with them was primarily through Iain because he and Ali were best friends-it was always Ali that was invited to Iain's birthday teas and vice versa. From earlier diaries I can see I had some interactions with Ali too-mainly within groups and he has featured regularly in such adventures as .the chip shop; the City Hospital; and the spring Arthur's Seat outing.

Ali had much older sisters and a brother. Alec was the oldest and Jean the elder sister-they were around Douglas Blades and Liz Blades' age-similarly they were both at Boroughmuir Secondary School-they would have been bright teenagers who no doubt applied themselves too-I know that Alec joined the Civil Service, possibly rather than going on to university? If he had, then it's just occurred to me that he would have been the first of all the children in the four featured Stairs at 2, 4, 6 and 8 Oxgangs Avenue-instead that honour fell to Gavin Swanson who went to Edinburgh and then either Cambridge or Oxford. Alec had a ready smile, was handsome and absolutely charming-looking back he may well have the eldest of all the children at the four Stairs. Jean Douglas I recall as being very pleasant and a serious person. In between Jean and Ali was Elaine Douglas who must have been around ages with Fiona Blades. Like Ali, Elaine went to Firhill School-like the rest of the family Elaine had the same lovely, gentle manner, but what everyone will immediately recall about Elaine was that she was drop dead gorgeous! She was absolutely stunning-a beautiful girl with long dark straight hair and a lovely smile.

Front left to right Pamela, Bernie, baby George, Rosemary and Laurence. Dad Laurence and Mum Mary At back

I mentioned in a very early blog The Calder family who lived at 8/5 - there were four children all of whom were older than me - Bernard, Lawrence, Pamela and Rosemary plus baby George. I didn't have a great deal to do with them, but I recall liking Laurence - perhaps he was involved with Douglas Blades in such exploits as racing around the four blocks (four Stairs) pushing an old pram with one of us crouched in it hidden in a blanket? When I met Douglas Blades at the end of October he mentioned that he used to go up to play with the Calders and was envious that they had a top of the range Hornby Dublo train set with a displayed certificate on the wall whilst Douglas had to make do with a Tri-ang.

In the news column I made mention of how Bernard had worked all his life at our beloved Dominion Cinema before dying a few years ago.

The Dominion's chief projectionist Bernard Calder has passed away. The cinema said: "Over the last 44 years he had threaded the projector, prepped the lighting and lit the screens of the Dominion Cinema for tens of thousands of performances. His professionalism, dedication and love for the medium of film made him a pleasure to work with. We will miss him

A later arrival at 8/6 Oxgangs Avenue after the Calder family left Oxgangs in 1966 were the Moir family who took up residence at the flat. I was the first person to meet Rab Moir. Rab will be remembered for his large Alsation dog and love of motorbikes - he was a a few years older than me, but he was small and squarely built - I had a friendly relationship with him and perhaps because I was the first person to befriend him, felt he tended to look out for me. He didn't join in at football or much else, but clearly he had been a player, playing in the good St Patrick's Primary School team; the photograph is from the 1965/66 season taken at the Warriston Playing Fields - Rab is back row, extreme left.

At primary school  I was occasionally involved in fights with the likes of George Catterson-but not because I liked fighting; I'd walk out along the narrow exit from Hunters Tryst School with a heavy heart as I heard the shouts of Fight, Fight! and I espied the crowd vying for a ringside seat for Mark 4 or whatever it was against George or one of the other protagonists waiting for me-the school-bag would come off and the blazer and then the grappling would commence and the fists would fly-the fight would end with whoever got the first bleeding nose or cut lip-usually me!; there was the rare victory against George et al which made it seem worthwhile. My sister was usually my second in the corner proffering a handkerchief. Despite being on the receiving end, by refusing to kow-tow to whatever their demands were they tended to leave me alone after a while and instead pick on other easier more yielding targets. This happened much less so at secondary school although I can recall one bully awaiting me after games at Meggetland because I'd refused to give him one of the rugby balls to play with when we were warming up! Ce la vie!

From the other Stairs I clearly spent a lot of time with boys such as Keith Robertson, Colin McFarlane and Steve Westbrook as well as Jonathan and Willie Taylor from the Stair behind us at Oxgangs Street, but I can now see it was mainly playing football or jumping the burn or going for adventures to the Pentland Hills which facilitated these interactions-whereas I would say people like Michael Hanlon were more friends with these lads.

Les Ramage has flitted in and out of the blog regularly-he had a twin brother Derek-they were the same age as Iain Hoffmann and Ali Douglas-all in the same class at Hunters Tryst School and as mentioned the four lads who owned the original Raleigh Chopper bicycles. Les and Derek always struck me as getting on fine with each other, but their relationship must have been fractious at times because I think they had to be separated at school because they fought with one another-I may be wrong, but I think Derek was then put into a separate class. When we were young I had a bit of an up and down relationship with Derek, however when we were older I grew to like him much more-he's a nice bloke. He joined the RAF on the administrative side. Back in the early 1990s I was quite proactive in organising games of golf at sleepy Gifford and Vogrie-for a while Derek joined the likes of Les, Iain and me. I admired the way that Derek and his wife were committed to bringing up their children in as positive a manner as possible-they're son and daughter were lovely kids.

Les and Derek had an older sister, Carol, who was around eighteen months younger than me-she crops up regularly in diaries-mainly when groups of us hung about around the Stairs and played running games of singles. She also attended the influential Patricia Browne Dance and Ballet School which must have helped launch her career as a professional dancer-she settled in Portugal over thirty years ago. Iain and Les visited her a few times and I recall driving them through to Glasgow Airport to drop them off for the flights.

It's interesting reflecting about those days-whilst I've said how Iain Hoffmann and Ali Douglas were best friends, then equally I'm sure that Les Ramage and Boo-Boo Hanlon might also have said that Iain was also their best friend too-Iain clearly had an easy facility for getting on with people which meant they warmed to his likeability-he still attracts people thus today-my younger son Tom (d'Artagnan) reminds me of Iain in that respect-I think one of the qualities is that they're non-threatening individuals-they're not individuals who are prone to disagree or argue-they naturally look for common ground and for fun.

Les is the one lad from the Stairs that Iain and I kept friendly with in the decades after we had long left The Stair-Iain still occasionally meets up with Les-they've gone fishing together once or twice to the Pentland Hills to Flotterstone Resevoir. Indeed, he dropped by yesterday to wish him a Happy Christmas! Until I left Edinburgh in 1996 I used to organise a nine hole game of golf most weeks-these games were mainly a foursome of Les Ramage and Iain Hoffmann against Mr John Duncan (Mrs Anne Hoffmann's second husband) and me-we enjoyed this Saturday afternoon ritual for a good decade. Sometimes others from the days at The Stair joined us too-as mentioned Derek Ramage, but also Paul Forbes too. Before we got into this habit, in the early 1980s Les, Iain and I along with others regularly played games on the lovely Braid Hills, where if one wasn't hitting the ball well could instead enjoy the spectacular views over Edinburgh.

Les Ramage was a key and integral part of days and nights at The Stair and features in many of the adventures. For several years in the late 1960s and early 1970s we hosted sleepovers at 6/2-once Mr Ken Hoffmann had departed the scene there was a much more relaxed atmosphere at our home-our mother Mrs Anne Hoffmann was really excellent in this respect-our friends liked her-they felt very relaxed and at home in our household-it was a fun, easy going atmosphere and our pals clearly enjoyed hanging out with us-in these years there was rarely a Friday night that there wasn't children staying-for such a small flat-only two bedrooms-friends such as Les Ramage; Ali Douglas; Boo-Boo Hanlon; Paul Forbes; Colin Hanlon and others all stayed on occasion. We fostered these evenings around the Friday night horror film which was a staple for years and years-Dracula; Frankenstein; Edgar Allen Poe's Tales of the Rue Morgue-even in a group and despite our jocularity we were all shitting ourselves watching the films. These evenings would be fuelled with bottles of juice, bags of crisps and chips and sweets and chocolates. Because The Hoffmanns had paper runs or milk runs early the following Saturday morning a bonus was that often the kids staying overnight would accompany us rather than doing a solitary run-for a while we were all decked out in our Woolworths' gold crosses in case we stumbled across Count Dracula in the dark, creepy Morningside tenement flats!

Two important figureheads in the community when we were young were the minister and the dentist. The Reverend Jack Orr was a truly remarkable, charismatic and kind man. Although I never really attended his church, there was always an enlightened friendly light touch to it. For a period I was part of a group of teenagers there who put on a play in the St John's Church Hall at one of the church festivals-it may have been part of the annual Pentland Festival. Our main dealings with him were his weekly visit to Hunters Tryst School to take the weekly service as well as those special staging posts in the year-Harvest Festival; Christmas; and Easter. He did great pastoral work in the community-I don't think he was someone who rammed religion down one's throat-it was more akin to living in imitation of Christ-I guess leading by example-the good life which one could aspire to,too. He was highly regarded in the Church of Scotland hierarchy and at least one of the future church leaders worked as a young apprentice under him. His wife, Mrs Orr taught at the school. I think my sister was in her class. What a contribution they must have made to the community of Oxgangs over the decades.There were children too, one of whom, Calum went on to become a Scottish International athlete.

Rev Jack Orr

Mr Russell was the local dentist for decades. His surgery was located next door to Dr Motley-a very handy arrangement. For all of us at The Stair to have these services located a minute or so walk away was very handy and convenient. I had a relationship with Mr Russell, not a transaction.

I can recall sending postcards to the surgery during the 1970s from such locations as Montreal, Prague and Edmonton when major championships were being held. Part of the conditions of being part of these teams was that we had to have full medicals which were duly signed off for me by Dr Motley and Mr Russell. Ironically my largest memory of the dentist was as a young boy coming round from having received gas looking out at the lovely blooms on the trees and foliage out the large window of his surgery room-it was like awaking in paradise, before I recovered my senses!