| By parish (burgh), from the General Registrar’s office | By locality – census – ie Haddington itself | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1931 | 5682 (4405) | 2649M (2005M) | 3033F (2400F) | |||
| 1951 | 5731 (4498) | 2695M (2068M) | 3036F (2430F) | |||
| 1961 | 6592 (5505) | 3146M (2594M) | 3446F (2911F) | |||
| 1971 | 7787 (6502) | 3752M (3097M) | 4035F (3405F) | 7002 | 3350M | 3652F |
| 1981 | 8842 (7839) | 4250M | 4592F | 8139 | 3892M | 4247F |
| By Small Area Statistics – census | ||||||
| 1991 | 9490 | 4596M | 4894F | 8554 | 4119M | 4435F |
| 2001 | 9689 | 4645M | 5044F | NO DATA | ||
| By Parish, from ELDC | By settlement, from ELDC | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1991 | 9071 | 8844 | ||
| 1997 (est.) | 9676 | 4744M | 4935F | 9108 |
| 2001 | NO DATA | 8851 (ELC) | ||
Population figures are difficult to compare, as no two sources extract data in the same way.
Here, one newcomer shares her memories
When Glaswegians arrived in Haddington some local people resented these incomers. A period of adjustment was required on both sides.
Our family arrived in Haddington most reluctantly, as we’d only moved four years before from London and loved our house in Glasgow, an old house in a quiet crescent, [with] only twelve new houses amongst the old grey villas, so we knew our neighbours and [they] were friendly. [My] children were twelve, eight and three years old. [We had been] near the school, church, doctors etc and we hoped for [the] same.
Haddington is a lovely town. Glasgow people came here for much better housing and clear air. Everything was calmer. The house was new and cottage type (low ceilings), but lovely to have no repairs in the future; we knew this was part of [the] rent, much to the relief of my husband who was [no?] DIYer.
My daughter has just reminded me [that] on the first week we’d gone out to see what a farmer was doing in [the] next-door field. Turnips were being dug up (by machine) and seeing our amazement and guessing we were townies he kindly gave all the children a ‘neep for a lantern’. They loved that and were busy that night.
In Glasgow we’d a lovely view of the Ochill Hills so the Lammermuir view was welcome. Neighbours were a bit wary of us and we were of them – I’d never been so bluntly questioned on any of our moves. ‘Whit does your man do?’ was the first. But when he had a bad heart attack many offered help.
I soon found all we had before was here. I learned [not sic] to call Haddington a town not a village. [I] loved the shops and since my family were at school and my husband at work my days were free so I was soon in [the] WRVS and did voluntary work, joined the Rural and was amazed at their work, and when I was sadly widowed [I] got back into my old [job] in [the] (local) DHSS.
My children married locals and grandchildren soon made me necessary, which was lovely. Now I’m an old Biddy (with a stick and specs) and enjoying my history meetings; still learning about Haddington history, going on outings to see special houses and castles. I feel very lucky to have lived here – I’m almost a Haddingtonian.
Jan Mannion, who moved to Haddington in October 1960