March 2010

Post by **TheGorbalsAdmin** » Wed Nov 21, 2012 9:48 pm

F.A.O. Rita Moffat - many thanks for your kind message Rita. Unfortunately, I don't have your e-mail address to respond - could you please send through to me. Cheers, Webmaster.
Submitted by: WEBMASTER 31/03/10

Does anyone know if Jerry of Lake George, USA is still with us? No reply from him for a few weeks!! C'mon Jerry, give us a couple of anecdotes about life in Waddell Street from a by-gone area.
Submitted by: Kenny Donnelly [Jnr] Glasgow, Scotland 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

What's the story with Father and Son Marque? Are they're trying to pull our legs or have they swallowed one or two dictionaries of the "posh" kind? Full of twaddle, if you ask me! Utter twaddle & hogwash (my good men)!!
Submitted by: Auld Biddy 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Well hello rerr Major Marque, I think we might be related. Ma Senga always used to say that ah wiz kinda born oan the wrang side of the blanket.....an army blanket. The story goes she fell heid over heels wi a dashing Tommy when she worked in the NAFFI. Description: posh accent, big tip fir himsel, waxed stickie oot moustache, could tie his shoe laces withoot bendin doon, carried a wee stick, aye calling the locals "barking Jocks and running aboot like a numbscull in the Gorbals in a big caur. Some folk jist hiv nae sense a style. Ma's no much to look at at noo - nay teeth and far too fond of the Buckfast which is a kinda Glesca version o' that Rosso Rose stuff you were oan aboot. Anyway it would jist be great and dead romantic if we could awe meet up sometimes - yir welcome anytime of course but it would be nice if ye could bring a cargo an a wee bit a blaw. Nae hard feelings - it's dead cool. We widnae let oan tae the Social or anything like that aboot the the back money thats owed or even wherr yir son and you stye. A'v a funny feelin we'll be seeing you real soon.....your suspected loving daughter, Ann-Marie-Bernadette-Hayley-Sara-Jane McLumptchie P.S. Whit made me think therr wiz a connection wiz we've hid 4 big Alsation dugs noo, a cawd Major.
Submitted by: A.M.B.H.S.J. McLumptchie Glasgow, Scotland 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Vincent Clark - at the risk of our on-line Gorbals community sighing "awe naw no her AGAIN", I hiv to tell you that I did work with your grand-parents Pat and Isa. I think I remember they lived in Moddiesburn at the time - quite a trek to Gorbals! Their business was at the bottom of McNeil Street at Ballater Street. I think they knocked two shops into one. First bit was newspapers/fags/sweetie shop. The other larger bit was a cafe - best mince and tatties around! Busy wee place as there were plenty of workmen around from numerous works and factories /distillers/Co-Operative. There was a bit of competition from the Transport Cafe just around the corner (where I also worked earlier on). They were both very hard working folk particularly Isa. She was a real powerhouse where Pat was more laid back. She went off to Canada for a year or so to do a stint there. She let out the business for a year or so during this time. I think there was a break in. I can't quite remember if the fag stock belonged to your gran or if it belonged to the woman who took over the lease temporarily, but a whole load of cigs were stolen from the shop around the time she came back to work in the cafe. Apparently some thieves tunnelled in from a house low down in the close and made off with all the fags. Quite a hard blow as someone would have had to work their butts off making up for the money lost. Some other stories but they will wait for another time. Cheers, Rita.

Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F. A. O. the following Gorbals Anecdoters - the lovely “Rose of Donegal”. I was so pleased to receive your kind comments, especially as my good lady wife, Philomena, was born in your beautiful county. Her family seat is in the small village of Roughan, approximately 6 miles from Letterkenny. Her family name is Reddy. The family name was retained from the Maternal forbears who date back to the court of King Edgar (959-75) where rumour would have it her grandmother (? times removed) had a dalliance with Edgar’s son Aethelred and it was assumed that they would be married (apparently she was ready but he wasn’t). Being shamed at court, she removed herself to Ireland to contemplate her future position.
”James the Janitor" - what can one say? I was so pleased to hear that you enjoyed the short tour of the Gorbals that I had described. You mentioned that you thought you were having “a wee hudgie” on the back of my staff car.....how marvellous! Please, let me explain to the uneducated readers who are not fully conversant (as I now am) with the delicate intricacies of the Gorbals dialect. "Hudgie": the art of trying to remain attached to a moving vehicle (normally attempted as a young child) without falling off and being wasted by the rather large corporation dustcart following directly behind, whilst being conveyed (you hope) from your original position (at your nearest Road junction) to a destination point (generally not of your choice) as you gradually become aware of your underwear (for some reason) your fingers slowly unfurl, and the plaintive cry of “Mammie” is heard. There will be a few more tours for you James as the story unfolds.
Finally I would like to completely distance myself from the person who purports to be my son “Tyde”. This person is bally obviously affected by the Moon and is, therefore, classed as a “Lunatic”. I will admit to a rather short affair with a lighthouse keeper’s daughter in my youth (yes, my lady wife IS aware) but soon after, our love went on the rocks. She finally said we were all washed up when she caught a dose of the C**bs and told me to sling my hook!! I hope this makes things quite clear.........Major Marque.
Submitted by: Major Marque Sussex, England 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I think the crux of keeping people interested is exactly what is taking place now ie. regular postings. Previously it could be a week to 10 days before a posting reached recipients but recently it has been much better. This is not intended as a criticism, merely a fact. Many thanks to all who supply such interesting stories and equally important the staff behind the scenes who keep this un-equalled site going. Denis Mochan, ex. 17 Thistle Street.
Submitted by: Denis Mochan Rochester, England 30/03/10 Email: email@dmoch.plus.com

Does anybody remember Isa and Pat McLaren who owned a transport cafe not far from the 'Pig and Whistle'? They were my grandparents.
Submitted by: Vincent Clark Cumbernauld, Scotland 30/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Thanks to all the wonderful ex-Gorbalites who answered my letter about where Spring Lane was. Now I can tell my kids where their grandmother lived when granpa went to war. I am going to start writing a journal about living in the South Side as I think my kids should have this Information when I am gone. To me, the people who lived in the Gorbals where the salt of the earth, are you listening Lake George. I bet you won't find many people like them where you live. You can keep your bears - just dont send any to my backyard or my husband may just get his shotgun out.
Submitted by: Margaret Lindsay  California, USA 29/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Eddie McBride - Nice to catch up with you Eddie. Glad to hear you're keeping well.
Submitted by: Rose Doyle Donegal, Ireland 29/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Thanks Amelia. Must say, all our family enjoyed giving folk a good laugh. My mother's family were all performers of one kind or another. We are talking pre-tele of course although we had the wireless and the occasional visit to the old Metropole to keep us going. Most of the fun was had from the diverse talented efforts of the family. They all hid there specialites and hell mend anybody that dared tae sing a song from wan of the others repitoire! Great turns each and every one and they got better and better from a couple of sherries or ten. From my Auntie's harmonising a la the Andrews sisters, my uncle Alan giving it the sand dance wi a tea towel around his heid; My Yidisha Mama, from my Auntie Ina always ended up wi tears in everyone's eye; I Know A Millionaire, Three Craws Sat Apon a Wa; Auld Scoth Mither Mine all had their particular owners. Al Jolson got big licks from me singing Toot Toot Tootsie Good Bye oot the side of ma mooth - oan ma knees wi all the actions from aboot three or four years old. Aye I suppose that's what I miss the most - the great fun and laughter.... Cheers all, Maggie.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 29/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi all - found this site and read a few of the letters and they bring back a lot of memories. I was brought up in thr Gorbals (17 Dunmore Street), left there in 1970 and went into the army, so I went from one family to another. The Gorbals was a great place to be brought up - everyone was family, even at the birth of a child. It was all linked to someone you knew. I was one of the luky ones - we had a 5 apartment with inside toilet and bath. As I said, I left in 1970, was born there in 1952 and I still go back on a regular basis to see my mate Gordon Red who has never left there. I don't think he realises that there is another world out there lol. Most of the peps are still the same, always giving and asking for nothing in return.
Submitted by: Charles Wilson Glasgow, Scotland 29/03/10 Email: charles.wilson@sky.com

As we renewed our search, I received new orders from HQ by radio that subject to new information from our source behind Gerry’s lines, the threat risk had substantially increased, and in the light of this new information we were to have our “retaliatory capabilities” upgraded. Instead of one gun to the north and south of the railway yards, we were to have two. Not only that, they were to be the latest version of “The Bofors Quad (40mm) gun”, which would be delivered to us via overnight convoy from the Midlands within the next 72 hours. I confided with Fergie - “there must be something damned important hidden in this area?” Fergie agreed. My unit was designated “Alpha unit, north” (north of the railway yards) and my “’fellow officer’- Captain Mar-vell” was to locate “Bravo unit south” in the area of Govanhill. Fergie reminded me, "Sur, that’s four times the amount of ammo’ wul need fur the new guns”. I concurred and ordered Rab to drive us to our supply depot on the east side of Shawfield Stadium, where Rab and Jimmy could pick up two trucks and along with Captain Mar-vell make a “flying visit” to the Ammo’ dumps at Bishopbriggs.
We drove east along Caledonia Road and into Rutherglen Road whereupon Fergie shouted...."Rab, stoap! Stoap rite here!” We screeched to a halt and Fergie bolted out of the car, and as we all regained our composure, I screamed. “PRIVATE FERGUSON, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE DAMN HELL’S GOING ON HERE PRIVATE?” “Am right sorry fur that sur, but we canny go past that tree withoot spittin’ oan it, it’s the Devil’s tree. It’s absiloot pure bad luck ti pass it without spittin oan it, ur sumfin, bad wul happin”. I replied, "That is THE most preposterous statement that I’ve ever heard!! Do you mean to say that if we go past that tree without someone spitting on it, that some terrible catastrophe will befall us? Something like what? Let me give you a scenario private - we drive past the tree without spitting on it, ok” — ”aye rite” — ”we suddenly hear this horrible screaming high pitched noise, ok” —”aye rite —”and in the next second we are all blown to smitherines by a single 500 pound bomb dropped by a lone German bomber from 25,000 feet”. ”See ah telt yeh” —”THAT’S NOT BAD LUCK, THAT’S A DAMN GOOD BOMB AIMER”. A rather sad and deflated Fergie reluctantly got back in the car and we moved off, only for the car to slow to a spluttering halt approximately 100 yards from Shawfield Stadium, and as we walked to the supply depot to get another car, Fergie said, ”Sorry sur but ah did tell yeh.” (speaking later to the Edinburgh mechanic chappie who went out to repair the car, he commented) “I couldna find anything wrong wi the car sir, but ah had heard the story, so ah took a walk back the tree and spat oan it, and sure enough when ah walked back to the car, the engine was tickin’ over”......very......strange......that! (later I entered in my diary in large capitals)! ” JOCKS ARE ALL BARKING”
Now let me expand on that statement (written many years ago). Take your average “Krout” - he has a strong square jaw, short cropped square head (hence the shape of the helmet). Drinks Schnapps until he falls over, his weapon of choice is a telescope mounted sniper rifle (so he can be as far away from the “action” as possible) and he does NOT like close combat (a bit of a coward really). Now your average English Tommy, he likes a half pint of bitter, a good knees up, his weapon of choice is the English longbow if he can find one, and would not even think of going into action without his battle dress being pressed, and at the first sign of his position being overrun, he will “retreat and regroup” (“lives to fight another day” and all that). To summarise, a damned sensible chappie. Now Jock, he is something else. There is not a division in the forces that doesn’t want “jock” fighting alongside them, good solid jaw (he needs one with the amount of scraps he gets into), hair bursting out of his shirt, his ears, his nose. He loves a “single malt” (which is a contradiction in terms), his weapon of choice is the “303 rifle with fixed bayonet” and “the head butt”. When confronted by the enemy, it’s fast forward with the head down, kilt flying, pipes skirling, and Jock screaming at the top of his lungs “ALBA GU BRA” straight ahead into the melee.....Krouts with broken noses lying everywhere. As I was saying.....”JOCKS ARE ALL BARKING”......bloody marvellous!!......The Major.
Submitted by: Major Marque Sussex, England 28/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

The meeting place for teens used to be the cafe, and we had many to choose from. It provided latest music, coca cola, good talent, and not much money was needed. Perhaps the Baby Boomers and The Younghearts still remember some? None left in Gorbals today. Big Mac and Kentucky Fries. Drive through. Yes Jerry, fast food!! Not very sociable, but that's the way it is. We move on, as we should, but did the Jukebox never play your favourite love song? Bet you are thinking of one this minute, and smiling. YES!! That song is with you once again my friends. Back in your heart where it belongs. Was it ELVIS, ROY ORBISON, PATSY CLINE, JIM REEVES, DUSTY, CONNIE?
Submitted by: M.B. Glasgow, Scotland 28/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Looks like Lake George struck a nerve when he trashed the Gorbals. That was probably his intention in the first place. I have been in the states forty six years and not a day goes by that I dont think of old Lawmoor Street. He probably thinks of the Gorbals now and then but he wont admit it on this web site. Best thing to do with people like him is just ignore him - he probably wrote that letter to get everyone all riled up and I think he won. No matter how long I am away,the Gorbals will always have a special place in my heart.
Submitted by: Catherine Davidson California, USA 28/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I have many memories of the Gorbals. I was born in Surrey Street (1948) and at the age of 5, we moved to Hospital Street. I attended St. Francis Primary School (where I remember some great teachers, especially Miss Bowie) and then to Holyrood Secondary (where I learned so much and remember many influential teachers). We later moved to Toryglen. In the early '70s I trained as a teacher and have taught in many parts of the world and have seen many amazing places and people. I am now settled and working in Switzerland, still teaching. Like most people brought up in the Gorbals, we knew hard times (and not forgetting many very happy times). Our memories are filled with 'people', of strong characters, of determination, of survival, of lots of laughter, sometimes of sadness and often success. There is something very special about being from the Gorbals. It makes us who we are. I am very proud to say to anyone "I come from Glasgow and was born in the Gorbals."
Submitted by: Eddie McBride Lausanne, Switzerland 28/03/10 Email: e.mcbride50@bluewin.ch

Hiya William Long. I am sure I know you but the memory is jist a wee bit hazy and I might be getting mixed up wi George. Your family name is familiar. Margaret Long rings a bell too. Did one of your stay in McNeil street, pally with my cousin Billy Hawkins? I worked with a nice older women in Annie's Transport Cafe in Ballater Street in 1961 around the corner from the bottom of McNeil Street. I remember the year exactly because I was pregnant. Back to the wee woman. She might have worked in munitions at one time. I think she was related to Margaret and stayed in what we called the new hooses - Snowdon Street/Turnlaw Street. Could be right aff kilter here as these are just fragments of memories. I used to work part time with Rose and Jimmy in the Pig and Whistle so maybe you'll remember me. Merr joabs than a hid hoat dinners!! You could walk in an oot jobs in they days. Anyway....I was married at that time to Jimmy Higgins and even if I do say so masel, ay hid stoatin gear and widnae go oot for a pint of milk (usually on tick) fae the dairy in Hayfield Street without the full warpaint oan. Oh tae be young again!! Very odd thing happened just a couple of months ago - I was at a conference when this woman came up and introduced herself. Recognised ma big baw face she did, even efter 40 years! Turned out to be big Tony McCaulley's younger daughter Claire. Tony, as you might know, owned the Pig and Whistle for a number of years before his son Danny ran it. Anyways....I digress and you're probably givin' it the big ZZZZZ TTFN-TA TA FOR NOW! Rita.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 28/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Auld Soo-Sider - Potted Hough is called BRAWN in other countries but is not a patch on the real stuff.
Submitted by: Maureen New Zealand 28/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Margaret Lindsay - Spring Lane ran between Commercial Road and Lawmoor Street. There was a tea meeting place there where lots of kids went to it. It was around the corner from Maxis the rag store and the Cecil pub down at the side bit of the graveyard or as they now call it, the "Rose Garden."
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 27/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

F.A.O. Auld Soo-Sider - Aye, you still can get potted hough. There's a butcher over in Shawlands that still sells it. It comes in a wee plastic fluted dish like a jelly mould.
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 27/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

Does anyone remember Mary Fairley who lodged with Hunter at 8 Lawmoor Street 1942? Please get in touch if you do.
Submitted by: Linda Wood  27/03/10 Email: lindawoodlw@aol.com

F.A.O. Rita Moffat - Laughed my head off at your posting. Well, you know the old saying, "You're better to be out of the world than out of the fashion."
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh  Glasgow, Scotland 27/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

Major Marque....Papa. How dare you castigate Mama Clara so! It is her damned home since you married her forty-five years ago. Your devoted son....Tyde.
Submitted by: Tyde Marque 27/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi everybody. I thought like a lot of folk that the site was all but on its last legs till two things happened. Oor site got better and better thanks to the WEBMASTER keeping the pot boiling with nice quick posts AND an expat who wrote in about having bears in his back garden. As you know, the latter is not at all unusual in oor wee toon. Jist spotted wan right noo - right here in my own wee garden, making gestures through ma windae - kinda dressed funny too. Baseball cap back tae front, sunglasses, big tartan bermuda shorts, stookie oan right leg, a holdall, a simmet wi loads of holes in it. Getting jist a wee bit scared noo.....he's come right up take the windae waving something. Ma knees are knockin!! I think ah see whit it is he's haudin in wan paw....it's PLANE TICKETS tae the USA. He's making a fist wi his other paw and his mooth is right up against ma windae - ye can see the steam. He's growling then mouthing something. Am trying ma best to look nonchalent standing in the middle of my living room in ma leopard print dressing goon, jist as if this kinda thing happens every Saturday morning. Gave him a wee smile - he came right up, roared and growled then stoaped. "That's it" it said, "I hav hid ennuff. Nae mair nice wee bear and playing aboot wi Goldilocks! She kin hiv ma porridge if she wants it - am aff to mark somebody's card. Teach him a lesson he'll never ever forget aboot bears. Glesca bears are better than ANY bears ANYWHERE and that's including the wans fae Lake Georgia" Tell ye whit - am no argueing wi that!! Rita. To be continued......
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 27/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hello Margaret Lindsay - re. Springfield Lane. It was located between Lawmoor Street and Commercial Road, parallel to Rutherglen Road. It can be found in old maps.
Submitted by: Robert Brierley Calamvale, Australia 27/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O.- Margaret Lindsay - there was a Springfield Lane changed to Shearer Street after WW1. It was close to the River Clyde.
Submitted by: Willie Haggerty Toronto,Canada 26/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Do they still make potted hough or has that succumbed to a Health & Safety or Dangerous Goods Act yet? I have never seen it here or any where else for years? My granny used to always have one once a week. She lived long and was, by all accounts, really healthy. I was trying to describe it recently to a neighbour here (up in the Welsh hills). They looked truly puzzled. Perhaps it has been repackaged and renamed and now a delicacy somewhere in Lake George!
Submitted by: Auld Soo-Sider Llanfair, Wales 25/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi Christina, Amelia and DAM. If you have followed my posts over the last couple of years, you will know I am very fond of two things - eating and clothes. As you can understand the two things aren't always the best of pals, hence the fact that my wardrobe is chocka full of size 14's that I don't have a snowballs chance in hell of ever getting into again if I am honest. But hope springs eternal, so I keep them there, jist in case I kin get someone to wire up my jaws or as a wee reminder of the wummin I once was! Confession. I have in my time been a slave to fashion - windae dressing as I now call it has a big appeal for me. I can think of many, many stories of this obsession with clothes. AS I have mentioned before paying to hiv good gear wasn't easy in my younger days. I did though have an ali - my Auntie Peggie McLaughlin, nee Moffat. Many a time she indulged me. The said Auntie had a secret weapon in the form of nifty dressmaker in Alison Street, Govanhill. And so it came to pass that we visited the dressmaker with some request for a couple of frocks for a wedding that was coming up. I seem to recall some lurid lime green and pink lurex and some magical new material - chocolate brown in colour for a dress and coat ensemble. CRIMPELENE!! My Auntie mindfull as always to new fashions comming up and with an eye to value for money had bought extra material with the intention of getting a pair of chocolate brown HOT PANTS made for me from the extra material. Even then I jist didnae think that crimpelene was the right look for hotpants but I didnae hiv the heart to say. I remember it was a very warm summer that year and if you remember crimpelene you'll know that my hot pants were very, very hot. Talk about being a victim of fashion....Rita.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat  Glasgow, Scotland 25/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Tried a while back with no luck so here goes again. I am wondering if anyone remembers the McKay family from Florence Street. They were a big family, Lizzie and Jock the parents had sons Alex, Sammy better known as Dandy, Andy, John, Jim, Myles, Bobby, and my dad Davie who was the baby of the family and had he lived he would be 73 now, and the girls Jeannie and Betty. As its now 2010, don't know if anyone is left that will remember, but maybe I will have long lost cousins out there.
Submitted by: Sandra Dalziel Glasgow, Scotland 25/03/10 Email: williamdalziel@sky.com

F.A.O. Jessie Kenny O'Niell - Jessie it was great to hear from you. I remember you very well. 109 was a great close and I loved Lawmoor Street. I know the houses were terrible but the people made up for it. How are you Jessie? Oor Mary tells me she sees you now and then. As you said, my wee ma was also called Jessie so I've always had an affinity for the name. Keep in touch Jessie and we'll rabbit on about the auld Sooside. Cheers, Francie Young. P.S. Jessie don't tell Bridget she's my aunty, she's actually my cousin and also my Godmother.
Submitted by: Frank (Wee Pammy) Young Glasgow, Scotland 25/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I have a postcard my dad sent to my mom when he arrived in Germany during the first world war and it is addressed Spring Lane in the Gorbals. I would love to know where Spring Lane actually was, maybe the name changed later to another street? Anyone out there know of this street - would love a reply.
Submitted by: Margaret Lindsay San Diego, California 25/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi Pat campbell. As one of the admin team on Glescapsls, I have to say thay Glescpals is just that - we have photogrphs from all of the districts in Glasgow (not the outlying schemes). Thousands more will be posted as soon as I get the time. I have just finished posting The Calton as it is just now and some from as early as 1990. It is true that the site started off as a Bridgeton/Dalmarnock site and that may well be reflected on the Webmasters section but its message board 1 where all the districts are and will be posted, including Gorbals Advert over. Bye for now, Norrie.
Submitted by: Norman McNamee Glasgow, Scotland 24/03/10 Email: norman_mcnamee@hotmail.com

F.A.O. Frank (Wee Pammy) Young .... I was your old neighbour at 109 Lawmoor Street. Your brother John and his wife were our neighbours in Florence Street, thought you might remember me as I've got the same name as your wee mammy. Spoke to Mary and she informed me you were all doing well. Wee auntie Bridget Daly is a good friend of mine. Let me know if you remember me (wee Jessie Kenny) and we can catch up on the forum. x
Submitted by: Jessie Kenny O'Niell Glasgow, Scotland 24/03/10 Email: jc028j9647@ntlworld.com

F.A.O. Gerry - (SHUT YUR GEGGIE). Wee Blether.
Submitted by: Wee Blether Glasgow, Scotland 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Elsa Beattie (Joseph Hughes) - thank you for your beautiful poem. I will keep Joseph and all the other fallen heroes in my prayers. I'm sure his soul is back home. Emily Biros.
Submitted by: Emily Biros California, USA 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Doris - I remember you and Julia with your berets and brollies. Funnily enough, I remember Tam with his New York blue suit with the jacket down to his knees and the waistband up to his chin. I was also a fan of the Billy Eckstein shirts and big cuffs with flash cufflinks. I think everyone got the shoes from Gordon's maybe because of the provie checks. We thought we were the bees knees then off to Barrowland on Saturday, Wilsons Jive Club on Sunday - all stood in a line doing the lundy hop. Great days!! Always been proud of my Gorbals upbringing unlike Gerry from Canada. Hope you and your family are well. Regards to you all....keep up the stories. Jack.
Submitted by: Jack (Ben) Duffy Basingstoke, England 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Looking for ancestral and current info. regarding my paternal family. I've got extensive data, but more is always good. My father Tommy was the youngest of 10 children of DANIEL KILMARTIN & ELLEN HUGHES of 121 Millroad Street in Calton. Their children were born between 1896 and 1919. Near enough to Gorbals to count, I'd say! Some of my earlier ancestors were in the Gorbals after coming from Ireland. Some of the families descending from their sons and the marriages of their daughters would be the Conleys, Merrilees, Wrights, Davidsons, Douglases and of course Kilmartins! Many of the descending families emigrated to Glasgow West, AKA Canada. Of course, some of them stayed in Glesga'. Anyone with any recollections, connections or info. is welcome to contact me.
Submitted by: Neil Kilmartin Pickering, Canada 24/03/10 Email: neilkilmartin@sympatico.ca

Rest In Peace May Mullholland = true Gorbals girl. Passed away last week age 69, we will miss you. x
Submitted by: Gorbals Girl Glasgow, Scotland 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Crisis over!...Clara (my housekeeper) managed to remove the Cinzano Rosso from the carpet before it stained!.......I mean for God’s sake! The woman has been “doing for me” for the last forty odd years! I’ve paid her a reasonable wage and given her a roof over her head for all of that time! One would think it was HER damned home! Doddering old duffer that she is.....I think she might have to go....she’s older than me you know! Anyway back to our story......Old mother Ferguson duly fed and watered us with the little that she had and we bid her farewell to continue with our search for the” ideal gun location.” By the way, Morag made a lovely drop of tea, and the quaint tradition of the “glass cups with no handles” was a novel idea....”jeelie jors” I think she called them.....wasn’t too fond of the topping on the toast though! She said something along the lines of,“ wull jest havty put the Maggie oan the toast as the guy that delivers ma print o’ butter hesnae turn’t up”......charming lady, has a real way with words. Returning to the car, we were about to continue with our search when Fergie piped up, "Sorry fur ma maw eyein’ ye up an’ doon like that sur, but ye see, she hiz this thing aboot “guys in uniform”".... Accordin’ tae ma maw’s maw....sorry ma granny, she said ma maw before she settled doon wi’ ma da’, wus noakin’ aroon wi’ a guy in the RAF she met at the dancin’.... he said he wis a “rear gunner” in a Sopwith Strutter airplane durin’ the furst world war, an’ ma granny said ti ma maw shortly efter he gave ma maw the elbow “the wie he wid look it aw the men in the pub she believed him”....but the guy that really broke ma maw’s heart only lived accrose the back yerd.....he used to pit oan wan o’ e's brother’s Royal Navy uniforms and kid ma maw (jist tae get e’s highway patrol) that he hid “travelled aw or the world” mentioning aw the ships that e’s brother hid served oan. It turned oot that he worked oan the Govan Ferry......meanwhile ma maw hid goat erself pregnant wi’ “the ferry man” as she called im, before he “dun the offski” and when she met ma da’ (who worked as a signalman for the railway (yet another uniform))...ma da’ took oan the wean and married ma maw and then she had me.... Ma granny said that “the ferry man” wis a really handsome man and ma maw wis never done talkin’ aboot him, “even in front i yer da” she said. Yer da’ coodnae honnel it and finally topped himsel’ fray wan i the signal gantry’s oan the Central line when yer maw insisted oan callin’ yer big brother Wullie...“Sinbad”.......with the car on the move again I said “am sorry to hear about your father’s rather sad ending Fergie, and there is no need to apologize for your mother’s fondness for someone in uniform”...I myself when up at Oxford had a thing about uniforms...er..um..enough about that....... damnation, the old eyes are getting rather tired......( big yawn ) get...baack...toooo....ttttthe .....ssssstorrry!! Lllaaaterrrr..zzzzzzz.
Submitted by: Major Marque  Sussex, England 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Anne in Virginia - The reasons people lived in, as she so delicately put it, slums were many and various. The main ones, however, were that they had no option. Wages were horrendously low and cheap rents were all a lot of decent hard working people could afford. As for large families, this was because poor people in every society tended to have lots of children, affluence usually means smaller families.As for the word s***e which so offends her sensibilities, I usually spell it with a Y. To finish, I think you meant threw rather than through, still no bad for a first attempt hen. Cheers.
Submitted by: Frank (Wee Pammy) Young  Glasgow, Scotland 24/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Elsa Beattie re. (Joseph Hughes – George Cross ) - May the Lord rest his soul......I must say that I am absolutely convinced that this courageous young man and the many other of his fellow forces comrades who fell whilst performing their duty for their country will never be forgotten as long as there are dedicated people like yourself to pass on the baton of remembrance to the future generations......Rest In Peace Joseph.
Submitted by: Terry Lennie  Luton, England 24/03/10 Email: terry@tlennie.freeserve.co.uk

F.A.O The Major - you certainly made your mark on me - ah felt as though ah wiz gettin' ah wee hudgie oan the bak a yer staff car, aw the wie through the soo-side. Keep it goin' sir, am hooked. Thanks, the Jannie.
Submitted by: James Fletcher Glasgow, Scotland 23/03/10 Email: jimthejannie@btinternet.com

STAND BY YER POSH CARS! Lake George Jerry has moved into those lovely houses at Naburn Gardens! Life became unBEARable in America. So Jerry and his DEER wife have upped sticks and returned to the district of his boyhood. Nae rats, but plenty of white mice and designer poodles. Welcome hame Jerry!
Submitted by: Kenny Donnelly [jnr] Glasgow, Scotland 23/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

For the attention of anyone who attended Abbotsford Primary in the 60's/70's. My grandfather, the late Dr. Nazir Chaudhry, taught English there for a period in the 60's or 70's, not quite sure. My father, Tariq Chaudhry also stayed in the Gorbals area at the time. If anyone remembers either of them, then it would be great to hear of any encounters you may have had with them. There wasn't that many Pakistani families living in the area at the time, so I hope someone remembers!! Cheers.
Submitted by: Sajid Chaudhry Glasgow, Scotland 23/03/10 Email: Sajid_chaudhry@hotmail.co.uk

I don’t agree with all of what Jerry says but some things are true. Some blame the city for the slums, but in fact it’s the people who make them slums. You have DAM and a few others saying words like”sh*te” - I guess they might have been the ones who through it out the window. No wonder with 10 kids in a single end. How the hell anyone could manage that is beyond me.
Submitted by: Anne Virginia, USA 23/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Major Marque - The tears are running down my eyes as I write this. Can't wait for the next installment!
Submitted by: Rose Doyle Donegal, Ireland 23/03/10 Email: rosedoyle1@hotmail.com

Joseph Hughes - George Cross
23rd March, 2010 is the 64th Anniversary of the death of Private Joseph Hughes, R.A.S.C. A Gorbals resident and only nineteen years old, Joseph Hughes was stationed at Lymun Barracks in Hong Kong where he was involved in clearing the aftermath of the war, including landmines. He was driving a 3 ton vehicle carrying ammunition and explosives into the magazine area at the Barracks. As the vehicle was entering the storage area, it started to smoulder and caught fire. Knowing full well that his truck could explode at any moment, Joseph did everything in his power to put out the fire, firstly by trying to remove the burning camouflage netting, then by using fire extinguishers. Unfortunately the truck blew up and two days later Joseph died of his injuries.
Joseph was subsequently awarded the George Cross for gallantry and is remembered by those in his regiment and the Hong Kong holiday village which is now situated where Lymun barracks used to be. Here in Glasgow and the Gorbals in particular, few have heard of Joseph and his heroism. A plaque containing a replica of the George Cross medal awarded to Joseph Hughes, and a brief summary of his bravery (including photograph) is now hanging inside the entrance (to the right) of the St. Francis Centre, 405 Cumberland Street in the Gorbals area of Glasgow. It is fitting that this should be in the area where Joseph was born and will be a place that people can pay their respects to a brave young soldier who gave his life for so many others. This was made possible by the efforts to have him remembered by Joseph' cousin Irene Finn and with the help of Glasgow City Councillor James Mutter (HUTCHESONTOWN WARD 66) and Mr George Donnachie of the RASC/RCT Association. The following poem was written by Elsa Beattie in memory of a brave young soldier.
JOSEPH HUGHES – GEORGE CROSS - FOR A HERO WAS HE
Joseph Hughes gave his life for his Service Corps ‘Brothers’ his the ultimate price to save so many others. Just a lad from the Gorbals how proud we should be of that brave young soldier for a hero was he. His fear and his pain we can only surmise how he must have suffered in his sacrifice. With esteem his name spoken as it always will be by his comrades-in-arms of the RASC. In death then young Joseph his actions rewarded for his gallantry a George Cross awarded. His body lies cold far away, in the earth but let’s bring his soul home to the place of his birth. Each act of remembrance brings Joseph back home to the land of his fathers his spirit will come. So let’s always remember with a thought, or a prayer Joseph Hughes from the Gorbals and his courage so rare. © ELSA J BEATTIE
Submitted by: Elsa Beattie Glasgow, Scotland 23/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I'm looking for anyone who might have lived or knew the families who lived at Lawmoor Street (Number 147) in 1930/31.
Submitted by: J. Davidson Vancouver, Canada 23/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Pat It must have been around 1960/61 because my sister other sister was born in 1960 and she was only a babe in arms. My grandparents, whose name was Drummond, looked after me at the time if I remember correctly. They lived in Cramond Street.
Submitted by: Jean Clark  Cumbernauld, Scotland 22/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Doris - happy to hear that you liked my poem. Couldn't get printed in anecdotes - don't know why. Aye, with a pal called John Manners from Lawmoor Street. Used to write songs at the close. Nothing like Jim Kerr - Naburn Street (from Simple Minds) but they were good enough for the blackout concerts. Used to have to always run by the Devils "girls". Terry Kerr used to call them lemons when we were teenagers - took me months to figure out what he meant - to embarrassed to ask him. Got the courage up eventually - "Why do you call them lemons?" "Have you seen anybody suck a lemon? That's the expression on girls faces when you tell them you're going with your pals to the dancing." Halfway to the jiving, I fell into a fit of laughter. Simple Minds right enough!! [Back to the concert] - the wee Devils would tell us, "P**s off, the concert's for girls only!!" "We have something here for girls only" - put our hand in our pocket and pull out stones [what did you think I was going to pull out we were nine!!] and there was I thinking I sound like Al Jolson when he was a grown man. These lasses would walk up and down Cumberland Street with their wee berries, long coats and 6 inch high heels saying to each other, "I wish we had let all them fine boys into our concerts - for sure we wouldn't be linked in each others arms walking up and down Cumberland Street we would have had a boyfriend hanging on to one of us." There was all us daft boys standing at Smythes Pub, yahooing, whistling and cheering, walking up and wiggling around with one another just like the women did. All we wanted to do was have another go at the back yard concerts and only one of us had a good voice out there - was big Artie - oche well, that's life. Standing at the corner waiting for the girls to pass by now, I am glad I never split up any 2 girls in Cumberland Street because I met and married wee Betty 53 years ago today - boy did she look after me and still does so! I can say I am a lucky boy too. It's not as bad as Peterhead but it's been bloody close to the Bar L. 10 Quid.
Submitted by: 10 Quid Australia 22/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Norrie, thanks for the photograph of the Wheatsheaf Pub, it brought happy memories. John.
Submitted by: John Bonar Melbourne, Australia 22/03/10 Email: jbonar@y7mail.com

Hello - has anyone got any information. I am looking for ex-Templetons Carpet workers from between 1979-1983, particularly the methods of delivering their carpets. I myself delivered Templetons carpets and Kingsmead carpets using a Bedford type lorry. Please e-mail me directly. Regards Peter.
Submitted by: Peter Coyle Reading, England 21/03/10 Email: petcoy1963@yahoo.co.uk

Terry Lennie - give us more of the same! You and the Jannie are Fantastic at delivering a Gorbals put down to the would be high and mighty. Jerry - no contest!
Submitted by: MB 21/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I think I have just about enough time (while the old Cinzano Rosso is getting down to room temperature) to tell you about my units posting to the Gorbals during the war. According to one of our spy chappies behind the lines, Gerry could be about to launch a bombing raid on the railway yards and iron and loco’ works near the Gorbals, so shortly after the balloon going up, I received orders from Division in Jardine Street to do a quick reccy’ of the area on the south side to find a suitable location for one of our AA guns. As luck would have it, I had one Pvt. Tommy (Fergie) Ferguson in my unit who was born in the area (Nuburn Street to be exact) who, without any hesitation, volunteered to show me around the area whilst insisting that we take a couple of his fellow Glaswegian mates, Rab and Jimmy from the unit to accompany us, as the area could be a “wee bit rough” for someone like myself “being from over the Borders” and that! So off we set in my staff car and according to my diary, we arrived in the Gorbals and proceeded up Crown street, turned left at the perimeter wall of the iron works into Kame street, left into Florence street, past Hallside street and turned right into Caledonia Road, left into Camden Street and came across the most wonderful open space called Hutcheson Square, which gave the most panoramic view of the sky above the Gorbals, absolutely ideal for the old AA gun. Within minutes of my mentioning this to Fergie, he was remonstrating with me that the local children used the park everyday and that “ye canny put a big bloody gun in the middle eh the park!!” Besides that “the parkie widnae hiv it.” Giving credence to his local knowledge, and not one for upsetting the residents, we pressed on into Cumberland Street, past Lawmoor Street, Mathieson Street and right into Sandyfaulds Street until we came to Caledonia Road where my eyes feasted upon a huge open space opposite called the Southern Necropolis, where upon Fergie said, "Begging your pardon Major Marque, yeh canny be thinkin’ of pappin oor gun in the gravy’ ur yeh.” I said it was an option, but after Fergie’ said that the local residents “would be burlin” I decided against it. We headed west along Caledonia Road and turned left into Naburn Street where Fergie insisted that I meet his mother and have a cup of tea. Leaving Rab and Jimmy to look after the car, we climbed to the second floor of a rather dirty grey tenement building opposite the cemetery. "Major Marque...this is my mother Morag"....”Aye ye certainly huv” she said, looking me up and down (what she meant by that went completely over my head)......"Pleased to meet you," I replied (I was going to comment on how much her son looked like her but given the fact that she had a heavier growth on her chin than her son, I decided not to say a word....discretion and all that)......sorry to cut my story short! The bally housekeeper has knocked me damned tipple onto the floor!.......get back to the story later.....the Major.
Submitted by: Major Marque Sussex, England 21/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi John Bonar. I have sent you the only photo of The Wheatsheaf I have. Bye for now, Norrie.
Submitted by: Norman McNamee Glasgow, Scotland 20/03/10 Email: norman_mcnamee@hotmail.com

F.A.O. Amelia - Great to hear Betty is still going strong at 90. She always looked good when she worked in Pig and Whistle and her hair was always lovely. Talking about dyed hair, when I lived up No.38 McNeil Street, I remember two women arguing about children - one woman in the back court, the other from her window 2 stories up. She shouted down, "If you dont shut up, I'll come down and pull your blonde hair out from its black roots!!" I think most people who move away miss the Glasgow patter which we can read about in anecdotes from Rita, TQ, Doris McIntyre, Nan Cameron - too many to mention. Their anecdotes are so funny - Rita should have been a journalist the way she descibes everything.
Submitted by: Christina Philbin 20/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi, anybody out there remembers Andy Bell, Robert Gilfoyle, Tam Rutherford and the rest of the boys from corner of Portugal Street and Bedford Street? Please contact margarett2@bt.internet.com.
Submitted by: Margaret 20/03/10 Email: margarett2@bt.internet.com

I'm only in my early 30's and don't remember much of the old Gorbals, but there is dozens of magnificent photo's of the old Gorbals on Urbanglasgow.com and ariel views taken in the late 40's and early 60's. I'm absolutely hooked on them!! I showed my gran an ariel view of Lawmoor Street in the process of being demolished as the Lizzy High-Rise was going up, and she burst out in tears!! Now I understand why the old Gorbals means a lot to some of the older forum contributors.
Submitted by: Kenny Donnelly [Jnr]  20/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Ha - talking about the Wheatsheaf, that was a meeting place and hang out for the lads from around the area. Any way, Tam Wilson bought this suit - it was New York blue, Ackie's was a midnight blue with a pinstripe and they had on the Billy Exstien shirts with the French cuffs and, of course, cuff links from my sister Irene's American boyfriend....oh and I am with them (but of course) with an aqua pea jacket and the beret shaped and pointed with a big hat pin and a split skirt that was so tight I could hardly walk. So, in we go to the Wheatsheaf - oh God "stiff me broon breed." All the young tims started to whistle and slag them two with the fancy suit's, especially Tam, with the light blue wan, but it was in good fun.....and of course Artie had brought a bunch of German tanks off one of the ships....boy did they have a great time. Then it was back to the hoose fur a gay 'n' hearty. Did not know were the lemon curds all came from but they were like flies to honey dancing with the Yanks. Thank goodness the watchcloth held up because them flerrs got a lot of happy feet dancing. Right you ya bass, wan singer wan song - gie the punter a chance. Och noo nae buddy cin - tell me thay wurnie great times and of course, as always, some punter wid get bundled fur sum thing or other, tossed right oot windaes if yi were low doon, and get up cursing all. "See you the morra ya durty Fenian bass" or Orange man whatever the slur was and it was always a wee guy, who would want to go to war. Ma da used to say, "Och, jist let him shadow box wi his self in the close". Are parties still the same? Everyone had a party piece, and you just knew what they were going to sing and would take the cream puff if any one dared to sing their song, am ah right or am a wrang? Stay happy everyone and hey Jerry, it is okay to have a opinion, but man you left yourself wide open for all the slagging!! Bet it gave you a good laugh though - sure as heck did everyone else. Anyone else oot there whaaaant ti take us oan ha ha ha ha cannie stoap laughing at the replies - a lot of wit oot there. We are the people. DAM P.S. Hello Veronica in Canada.
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre California, USA 20/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

To Jimmy Smythe. Sorry, I have tried to get more info on Pat but have had no luck yet. I will post anything I do find. There are a couple of people who have not replied to my queries. Here's hoping.
Submitted by: Kevin Kilcoyne Irvine, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Anonymous - Yes, I am the same Kevin Kilcoyne!! Good to hear from you. Is your name Duffy?
Submitted by: Kevin Kilcoyne Irvine, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. J.Bonner - Yes, I remember the Wheatsheaf Bar in Crown Street. I lived in the next block on the same side, 2 floors above the bank. It might have had a good selection of beers, but it's clientele left a lot to be desired. But that was life in the old Gorbals working man's pubs.
Submitted by: Wee John-Jo Glasgow, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: JoJo554@blueyonder.com

Helen from Down Under - The Gorbals Anecdote Forum is indeed unique, but only for those who were born, bred, or lived there. Alternative forums exist in various guises on other Glasgow websites. GlesgaPals concentrates on Bridgeton and it's forum is second to none [sorry]. Urbanglasgow.com must rank as the No.1 nostalgic website ever put together by Glaswegians for Glaswegians. Great chapters and photo's from old Gorbals too. Our Gorbals forum is good, but we're not the only Glasgow nostalgia website that exists. And just for the record, I was born in Gilmour Street, lived many years in Anderston and Govanhill. I knew all about life in inner-city Southside Glasgow.
Submitted by: Pat Campbell Rhu, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Kirsty & Jean Clark - re. the incident in Toryglen Street when the woman threw the kids out the window. I remember it well and what a tragic time this was for everyone. All of Oatlands was in shock. She invited the kids up to her house to see her puppies (don't think there ever was any puppies). She lived on the top floor and once the kids were inside she locked the door and then her madness began. Jean, you mentioned it happened in 1960. I would have put it at maybe around 1963/1964 but I'm not positive. The post from Kirsty said it happened in 1963 and she has seen newspaper clips on it. Jean, maybe you could contact Kirsty for more info. The news clips would verify the exact date. If you can establish the exact year and month, you could contact the newspaper offices and ask them to check their archive files for you (not sure if they'll do this - I'm just suggesting it's worth a try). The Daily Record covered the story and I think The Times and Citizen did too. As for the woman, don't know if she is still living. She may well be dead by now as she wasn't particularly young when she did this. Can't recall exactly, but think she was in her 40's at the time. She did end up in Carstairs Institution. My heart goes out to all the kids and their families who suffered from this terrible tragedy and sorry Jean for the loss of your sister. Pat.
Submitted by: Pat Mooney 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Jerry, Jerry, it is obvious you have not attended all of your Anger Management lessons. It would appear you are more to be pitied than scolded. I have made some comparisons: Lake George (hereafter known as LG) has Adirondack Extreme Adventure Course. The Gorbals (hereafter known as TG had the Venny, also an adventure playground - possibly of the extreme variety. LG has a Hillbilly Fun Park - TG had the Rose Garden (where a few hillbillies could possibly be found). LG has the Saratoga Earth Day Festival (17 April in case you want to go Jerry) where the public can enjoy 'scavenger hunts, dance, letter boxing etc' TG can have scavenger hunts, all types of dancing and boxing all year round (in case you want to come Jerry). LG will, on 19 June, celebrate 3rd Annual Celtic Faire. After that you can come over to TG and celebrate the Glasgow Fair. I have also looked at your Post Star on line and the headlines Lake George attacker intended murder, a priest was charged with DWI, there is rape, hit and run, defrauding. I would suggest coming back here Jerry - you are living in a hellava dangerous place!! I have travelled extensively throughout the planet and wined and dined with the rich and poor. It would appear - so others say, that I have done well for myself. In reality, I have never met people like the people from the soo-side, their humour, generousity of spirit and of whatever they have is legendary. I am sorry you are well rid of it and sorrier still that the sense of humour the rest of us have seems to have passed you by. As for saying those who never knew they were poor probably never left the sooside is laughable. In those days everyone was more or less the same (even the toffs). There was not the range of luxuries there are now, very few people had cars or owned their own homes. When you consider that only 10% of the world's population today live in a house with heating and a sewage system and that only 15% own their own car, I would say we are all very lucky. LG does look lovely, a bit like Loch Maree. Yes, it's great to see wildlife and to experience nature. It is a shame you have no happy memories. I have great ones, as do many of the people on this site and look back on them with a smile. Oh, by the way, to buy a town house in the soo-side these days costs over £150,000 (just in case you ever want to move back Jerry). Good luck son and I hope you get better soon!
Submitted by: Auld Soo-Sider Llanfair, Wales 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Billy, born in Oregon Street in 1946 and went to Bonnies. I am the same age and must have started at the same time. I can always remember being in Miss Heslin's class. It would help if you gave your surname, as I am sure I would know you. It is amazing the amount of people I still meet who went to Bonnies. Look forward to hearing from you via this site. I am an apprentice at this computing game, but I am trying my best to come up to the standards of the likes of Rita Moffat and 10 Quid. I could read their stories over and over because I can relate to their jargon!! Regards William Long.
Submitted by: William Long Glasgow, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Please can u tell me where I can find a list of occupants for 1810 - 1850 that lived in the Gorbals? We are trying to trace our Ancestors!
Submitted by: Estelle Gaybba Port Elizabeth, South Africa 19/03/10 Email: estelleg@astore.co.za

I was born in Oregon Street in 1946 and went to Bonnies till 1961. Loved the place! Billy.
Submitted by: Billy Glasgow, Scotland 19/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Trying to make contact with Patricia McEwan or Alexis McEwan and their sister Lillian. Their father was James and their mother was May. I am a cousin and last I heard they were in Australia. Contact Rita at margarett2@btinternet for further information. Ta.
Submitted by: Rita 18/03/10 Email: margarett2@btinternet

Just to echo Danny Crossan's words. Big Rad was one of the very best. Proof of this was the marvellous turn out for his funeral. Requiescat in Pace Rad.
Submitted by: Frank (WeePammy) Young Glasgow, Scotland 18/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

"Och awe the talk aboot high heels, me n ma pal Julia used to walk fae Gorbals to Snowdon Street - Charlie's Cafe in between as oor feet wur killing us , then up doon Cumberland Street so every one could see us wi wur new gear on. Don't know aboot julia but ah ended up wi two king size bunions - got them taken care of noo ma feet dont look like they turn the corner before me.....we had the old music oan an me n Artie were trying to jive (shyte) noo dont try an toss me roon yir shooder. I'm still good but he is to stiff....we used to sliff wi wur new St. Louise Blues, especially if they hid a buckle oan them. Oh and remember when the rainbow wans came oot....right ti Gordons ah wis ofsky - wanted to be the furst ti get a perr.......T Q ur yi no finished the book yet? Every wan loved yir wee poem aboot (cannie get it in) an the gerngad clan says it wis brilliant....oh ah came across a old picture an in it wis George Short, Mary Wisemen, Anna Birrle, John McCue, Artie Ackie, his maw, ma maw n da and a couple of other faces ah coudnae remember. Oh and me of course wi a terrible hairstyle and moon face....and one of the giblins. Great party that night - usual wee scuffle, someone got bundled oot the door still singing oan the way hame. Donald Peden is in it as well....as Barbara used ti sing MEMORIES AYE PURE MAGIC........how does any one land in places all over the world noo that shood be intereseting, me ah came ti seek ma fame in fortune, ha still bliddy seeking....so whit is happening ti oor grand reunion, better hurry up before we all kick the bucket......so take care all and keep yir faith (whatever)" DAM.
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre California, USA 18/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

To the Sitemaster - I have enjoyed reading the anecdotes on this site now for a number of years. I have laughed out loud at peoples'stories, I have been reminded of places and things long forgotten and have been reminded many times of why I am so glad I was born and brought up in the Gorbals. Yes, the Gorbals was a pretty appalling place to look at and conditions were grim but look at all the wonderful Gorbals people who's unique character was formed there by just getting on with life whilst making the most of a raw deal. I believe this site is worth preserving and I have asked the National Archives of Scotland to consider doing so. It is a living history of a very special place and it's people, something worth preserving for future generations to read, learn and enjoy.
Submitted by: Helen Australia 18/03/10 Email: helen8528@yahoo.com

Does anyone remember the Wheatsheaf pub in Crown Street near Ballater Street? They had the best variety of beers of any pub I knew at the time.
Submitted by: John Bonar Melbourne, Australia 18/03/10 Email: Jbonar@y7mail.com

I lived near the Clyde at 29 Hospital Street - we lived on the middle landing. A family to each room, and one sharing with my granny, who always slept in a chair next to the fire. We cooked on the fire, the lums were always going on the fire. Lots of the time, we had no gas or electricity. We had one cookerand one cold tap for all of us. RATS were in my bed at night - I had one on my head!! I heard them every night I was awake, and I would hit them with marbles. We had sewers under our building, gas lamps in the street and a sawmill across the road. I would shine a torch into the backyard and see the rats running everywhere. Throwing stones at them was one of our games - to see how many you could kill. I lived in Hospital Street from 1947.
Submitted by: Robin Hayes Manchester, England 17/03/10 Email: bombpipe@hotmail.co.uk

F.A.O Owen Dougan - spot on - thats me alright. My ma was always sitting at the window getting the latest gossip. Just think you never had to leave the hoose to get to know your neighbours!! By the way, it was the living room window {not the bedroom lol].
Submitted by: Annie Martin 17/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Had to laugh at the anecdote where someone had counted 24 replies to Jerry from Lake George. I make it 28 as to Wednesday 17th of March. I doubt if we'll hear from him again!! Wonderful to see several recent anecdotes mention Hospital Street. I lived there until I was 17.
Submitted by: Margaret McKendrick nee Smyth 17/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Meant to say how great it was to see Christina Phibin back - please don't stay away so long next time Christina - you were missed! Haven't had soooooo much fun for yonks over the responses to the wee man wi the big bad bears in his back yard, but I am also irked. Does he really think that the folk that stayed in Glesca didnae hiv a life? Like a lot of the community that populate Gorbals Anecdotes, I've had a a very full interesting, and purposeful life. My grannie and my mother had it very hard so I've lived a life for them as well as myself. Worked in training in Russia, Spain, Poland, Finland and Lithuania as well as living 20 odd years in Hyndland - Wendy Trendy land. The West End of Glasgow where you do meet a very nice class of bear, who drinks and eats in the Ubiquitous Chip and still votes Labour! So no bad fur a wee lassie born up above the Pig and Whistle in McNeil Street. And you know what - I'd rather have a Gorbalite any day of the week. They are REAL people. Rant over!! ! I suppose whit I am trying to say is "go in bile yer heid" So there! Rita
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 17/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

To Kirsty - The incident you speak of took place in 1960. A woman did indeed throw children from her tenement window. Only one child died and that child was my sister. I would like to see any of the newspaper footage of the time but don't know where to start. My parents Bill and Mary Hughes are both dead now but neither of them ever wished to talk about the incident. I think you are right, the woman in question was institutionalised. Don't know if she is dead or not.
Submitted by: Jean Clark Cumbernauld, Scotland 17/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi Frances May - email me and I will send you some photos of Coburg Street. Bye for now, Norrie.
Submitted by: Norman McNamee Glasgow, Scotland 17/03/10 Email: norman_mcnamee@hotmail.com

I have just found this site and would like to get in touch with any of my relations. Wee Betty - you are my cousin. My maw was your auntie Aggie. My da was John. I am Peter. It would be great to hear fae you! I was born in the Calton and brother Jim moved out to Oz like you but has sadly passed now. I remember you used to live in Ross Street! All the best!
Submitted by: Peter Cryans Glasgow, Scotland 17/03/10 Email: pcryans10@googlemail.com

I don't agree with Jerry's comments on life in the old Gorbals but......I was brought up in Hospital Street down at the Riverside, and we had rats which terrified my mother!! Rain leaked through our roof, and the outside toilet was inhumane! Money was scarce, and my father passed away before we left school. But we struggled on and there were happier times. Our family were rehoused in Pollok [1969], which to us was sheer luxury. I'm now 59 and often visit the Gorbals for a walk. My memories of the old decaying place will always be good, despite the poverty.
Submitted by: K.Bonnar Paisley, Scotland 16/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Amelia McKinley - I remember the sample shoe store - got my first pair of 3 inch high heels there (almost broke my neck) and many more, they always had unusual styles. Those were the days. Cheers everyone, herself the elf - Emily.
Submitted by: Emily Biros California, USA 16/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

In reply to Jerry - World Health Organisation ranks United States of America shamefully as 41st country for maternal mortality With a risk of dying of one in 4800. Even the dear old Gorbals (rats and all) couldn't match that. People in glass houses etc......
Submitted by: Plunker Leeds, England 16/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

One aspect of living in the Gorbals I liked years ago was the wonderful ethnic mix. Sometimes if you stood around Gorbals Cross you didn't know if you were in Bengal, Donegal or the Wailing Wall. As they say, vive la difference. Cheers.
Submitted by: Frank (Wee Pammy) Young Glasgow, Scotland 16/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Josephine - thanks for that date in April for Shawfield night out. Not sure what dates I'll be there - might just after that, but will try and get there for the 10th. Might send Jerry from the good ole US of A a postcard from the Gorbals. All the best, JJ.
Submitted by: JJ Isle of Wight, England 16/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

That's it....I'm saving up all my pennies from now on and I'm off to Fake...sorry Lake George with my two pet rats Tom & Jerry, and....you've guessed it I'm going to open a Therapy Clinic for people who 'need a life'. First up you will have to qualify to get into my clinic....No. 1: you must have at least two Deer or Bears in your back garden...oh all right then one will do. No. 2: the Bear(s) must be the same colour (or in 'American' color) as the same stuff that you throw from your window into 'the back yard'.......'if you know what I mean'. No. 3: you must have 'THE MOST ENORMOUS CHIP ON YOUR SHOULDERS ABOUT SOMETHING....AND HAVE A SHRINK WHO HAS OBVIOUSLY NEVER BEEN ABLE TO HELP YOU'. Tick all my qualification boxes and 'you are in'...and will receive my bonus dose of 'HUMILITY' which comes in a spoon so huge that I am afraid even with the biggest mouth you might not be able to swallow it. Fun aside, Jerry ‘Bráthair Albannach,’ as you know our fellow 'Gorbalites' are scattered far and wide around the world but are drawn by our inexorable need to return to our roots. In most cases the further we are from the 'Old Gorbals' the more we think about it, and yes Jerry, when I lived in Florence Street as a kid I did not know I was poor but I only have happy memories of that time. So Jerry, if you're still of a mind to 'tell it like it is' talk to the animals in your back garden...sorry, what was that! They’re not listening, oh DEAR, doesn't BEAR thinking about.
Submitted by: Terry Lennie Luton, England 16/03/10 Email: terry@tlennie.freeserve.co.uk

Just wanted to say rest in peace big Rad - saw so many faces from the past some turnout Rad. RIP.
Submitted by: Danny Crossan Glasgow, Scotland 16/03/10 Email: dcrossan13@googlemail.com

My mother's parents lived at 27 Caledonia Road. My father's parents lived in Florence Street. I lived in Naburn Street, went to St. Francis, then Hutchinson Square, finally Toryglen and Holyrood. My name is Rose Mary, had a friend called Morag in Hutchenson Square and a friend Margaret McBride in Toryglen.
Submitted by: Rose Mary  Florida, USA 16/03/10 Email: gillosa@yahoo.com

Blimey! I don't want to add further fuel to the fire, but Jerry from America posted 2 negative anecdotes, and up till Monday 15th [Jan], he'd received 24 replies! I think Jerry has created a forum record for the most replies!! As said previously, he's sure got the old missing regulars back to the keyboards!!
F.A.O. Annie Martin - did you live in the ground floor house, next close to me at 148? I think,we used to gather round your front bedroom window for a chin wag, get all the gossip. I remember your mum sitting at the window.
Submitted by: Owen Dougan Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: g132yn@bushinternet.com

F.A.O. Christina Philbin - good to see you back on again. Bert and his sister Betty are both doing fine. Betty was 90 at Christmas there - stills looks great and her mind is as sharp still has her blonde hair. Don't know if it's dyed HA!HA! Hope you are keeping well. Amelia x
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

Does anyone remember Paddy Duffy from Moffat Street?
Submitted by: Terri McCue Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hiya Christina Philbin and Ronnie Meldrum. Great to have you back - join the party! We are having a bit of a revival. Christina, I once bought a pair of black suede high heeled shoes from the Sample Shoe Shop you were talking about. Oh, and they didnae half look great. Went off to the Locarno feeling a million dollars - sticky oot frock - paid for by the usual provi; hair awe shooshed oot wi Amami wave setting lotion-whoosh! Enough panstick to keep a bricky busy for a week; a pair of nylons tucked in the bra to give me a bit more oompf AND the said black suede high heeled shoes. Dead gullus or whit? Jeez ah looked great. Dancing all night didnae sit doon once; the slow ones were the best, the mooney wan two and stoap; wan two and stoap. Suddenly realised that the whole high heel had came off wan of the shoes. But hey, he wiz a fine boy so a jist carried on regardless, wan two and stoap, wan two and stoap for the next 4 dances.....When he found out I came from Hutchestown, (scared tae call it the Gorbals in case ah get heckled) he skeeeee-dadled. Turned oot he stayed in Partick - jist too far away for a lumber! Nae romance. He should hiv hung aboot for a few years - don't need nylons in my bra anymore!! Rita P.S. And anither thing.... jist tae show that we really are a caring sharing bunch - dae ye think we could awe club the gither and hiv an "auld pals reunion for Jerry"? Maybes I, maybes naw, maybes maybe?
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

From what I have been told, the Gorbals I knew no longer exists. I have mostly pleasant memories, but I was just a kid. I recall going to Betty Ford's at the corner of Hospital and Cleland Street every Friday to get the Beano and The Dandy . On Saturday afternoons in the summer, I was sent to the Kiosk in Gorbals Street with a jug for ice cream. We were poor, but so was everyone else. Having said that, I did see violence also. I lived at 133 Hospital Street and I saw a policeman beat a man to death with his baton in front of the next close. The man had been caught what in those days was called "interfering" with a little boy. We were " hanging out" the window and saw the policeman throw his whistle into the crowd for someone to get help to restrain this perv, but no one did. Joan
Submitted by: Joan USA 15/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Jerry, it's obvious you were unhappy as a child but to blame it on the Gorbals is wrong. I too live in the States and have a great life but I miss the Gorbals and the wonderful caring people that live there.
Submitted by: Mary Millerick USA 15/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Looking for my Boyle family.....Patrick James Boyle was my grandfather, born 1908 in Glasgow although I can't find a birth record for Glasgow or Ireland. He died aged 38 at Eglinton Lane in 1946. His wife was Mary Boyle (maiden name Kilkie) and they lived in South Portland Street in the late 30s. His parents were Rose Boyle (maiden name Montford or Mountford) and Francis Boyle who were married at St Johns church Portugal Street Gorbals in 1901, living at 94 King Street Tradeston. People might not make the connection as Patrick appeared to have no children but he had 8 who were taken into care at a young age and 1 dying at birth. Ruckhill Camp (check spelling) appears on some birth certs and my grandmother Mary re married in the early 50s havin 2 other children who I am in touch with but they have no knowledge of Patrick or his family. I think I have a brother and sister for Patrick who are Agnes Boyle born 1901 at what looks like 29 Queen Mary Street Bridgeton and John Boyle born 1904 at what looks like 213 London Road, Camlachie, Glasgow. It would be good to know of any other relatives and has anyone seen a grave for any of the above names? Will it be the Southern Necropolis?
Submitted by: Tommy Boyle Leicester, England 15/03/10 Email: tommyketchup123@hotmail.com

Hi everybody, it's great to see some of us old dears back on Gorbals Live. This is in part due to moaning Jerry from Waddell Street (note the spelling of the street Jerry) - you couldn't even remember that so what else can't you remember? The older people on this forum would never want to go back to conditions we lived in. We just like to remember the best times we had even in the midst of all that poverty. When my sister and I go for a dauner through the Gorbals now I could weep as I now live in Partick and what they have done to the old tenements in the way of renovation. I get so angry to think that a lot of the beautiful buildings were razed to the ground by the clowns in George square. I remember the day when it was announced that Basil Spence was to receive an award for the Queen Elizabeth flats. My old Mum said it's the bloody jail he should be going to, not getting rewarded. Anyway, glad to see some of the prolific writers back especially 10 quid. I join everyone else in sending my respects to Melvin's family. Cheers Nan.
Submitted by: Nan Cameron Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: partickbelle@hotmail.co.uk

To Merry Jerry - Thank you, thank you! You started a wee chain reaction and woke us all up!! You even knackered 10 Quid writing in to say his piece. Quite a few others too took time to tell you how wrong you are. So whether you meant it or not you've done us all a BIG favour. Have to admit things were getting pretty complacent and even Old Timer thought it had all been said - till you goaded us. Or was the stirring intentional? So Jerry, do read all the postings of protest you created. Read and learn. Read and learn about something precious - the spirit of folk. Ye cannie buy it. Best get off my high horse, my backside is getting sore. Haw 10 Quid, DAM, Amelia - gonnie help as oot? Wan or two bears still living aboot here. Know anything aboot setting up bear traps? Maybe Jerry could help us oot?? Rita.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 15/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Sorry folk forgot to put in my details on 9/2/10 details to Old Timer about Ballater Street and Mathieson Street. Anyone know the Boyle family who lived up the Co-Op close? {it's still there I think} We are not being nostalgic in a negative way - just appreciative {and perhaps guilty of the more comfortable lives we lead - thanks to them} now we too are ageing, especially if you live far from home and the old folks are gone.
Submitted by: KJH England 14/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Jerry - I was born in the Gorbals in 1935 and married my husband who was born in Commercial Road. All my aunties, uncles and cousins and my grannie came from there - all GOOD people who fought in the war for people like you. Had 4 children born there before I moved up to Castlemilk. In all the years I stayed there I never saw violence. Maybe I was going about with rose tinted glasses on. We could leave our doors unlocked. Can you do that in the big USA - don't think so. And for the deer you have in your backyard, we also have deer up here in Castlemilk. They roam about the woods off Carmunnock Road. We also have rabbits, foxes, squirrels. Didn't like your posting but if you want to carry on posting you'll be up against a lot of GOOD PEOPLE all from the Gorbals. Hope the webmaster takes notes and deletes you OFF. Amelia.
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 14/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

F.A.O. Amelia McKinley - I remember the Sample Shoe Shop in Rutherglen Road - we used to call it wee Rutherglen Road. It was the only place people with size 2 and 3 could get shoes. Lots of shops didn't have high heels in that size. For a couple of years now, I have been reading about all the houses that had rats and thinking we must have been very lucky nobody up our close ever had rats as far as I know. In fact, we had a close where everybody was lucky to have a job and our close and toilet was always lovely and clean but we did have newspapers on a piece of string on the door of the toilet. I remember a family on the top floor having a piano - ask Bertie to confirm this. We had mice in the coal bunker and when you sometimes put the shovel in one would appear - our shovel was all bashed to bits killing them. If one got out, my mother and my sister would be standing on the bed screaming so I was the mouse killer in our house if my father wasn't in. My husband told me when the boys were standing at the corner late at night in the summer, rats used to come along out of the distillery drunk and the corner boys used to kick them and kill them. Jerry - there are houses near here that cost £1.6million and some of them have had rats so they don't just go where there is poverty.
Submitted by: Christina Philbin London, England 14/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. William Long - Hi William, I remember your family well. I lived opposite & one close down at No. 26 Turnlaw Street. I was about the same age as your sister Margaret. Shorty was in the goup above me but younger than my brother Alex. I'm sure they will both remember me, as I was probably the fastest runner in the street & popular to have on "your side" in any of our street games. I have to admit I had a particular passion for "Kiss, Kick or Torture", especially the torture bit! Margaret can probably vouch for that. I think it was all those times my mother used to tell me, "with a face like yours, people will think your soft, so you will have to be hard & make them think again". Advice that seemed to work throughout my life. I had no problems whatsoever growing up in the Gorbals/Hutchesontown area - I came from a good home, nobody bothered me so I didn't bother them. As a teenager, I would walk home after midnight with my girlfriend Betty from visiting my brother in Govanhill and at every street corner from Crown Street down through Cumberland Street to Betty's house in Silverfirst Street the "boys" at the corners would say "Hi Ronnie" and that was it. Betty used to say to me, "how is it everybody seems to know you?" and I would say, "Ask my mother". To Jerry from the USA, maybe you should thank your blessings that you had your upbringing in the Gorbals and perhaps it helped shape your success in life - I KNOW I DO. In 1976, I remember a particular evening under a starry night in Port Hedland, Western Australia (in then what was the largest Iron Ore exporting port in the world) when "yours truly" was the most senior staff member on shift in an emergency and thinking not bad for an ex Gorbals lad that served his time in a wee engineering shop tucked down the lane behind the Paragon Picture House. William, please pass on my regards to George (Shorty) and Margaret, My brother Alex and I are in Oz now but in opposite sides of the country. My folks joined me here in Perth in 1982 after 50 plus years living in Turnlaw Street and saw out their lives in sunnier climes before passing on to perhaps a "hotter" place. Ronnie Meldrum.
Submitted by: Ron Meldrum Perth, Australia 13/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Edwina Bagan - It wasn't Glasgow Corporation that built the houses in the Gorbals, they were built to the most basic standard by speculative builders in order to house workers in the rapidly expanding heavy industries of early 19th century Glasgow. The rather unfairly maligned Glasgow Corporation, however, was left to clean up the dreadful mess left by private enterprise, hence Castlemilk, Easterhouse, Drumchapel etc. Cheers.
Submitted by: Frank(wee Pammy) Young Glasgow, Scotland 13/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Oh well, that Jerry sure gave us a good excuse to slag him. It makes it more fun when we all stick by oor McRoots. The letter's are all great patter - brilliant as always........T.Q. nae wonder yi wur knackerd , thoocht it wis a book yi wur writing.....and what is going oan wi yir ain wan?? (book that is) T. Taggart sorry wrong man ..the other Thomas - he is from Blackhill, but not too sure were he is now. If you are as nice as him, then you are a gentlman. Soooo that was good while it lasted. I asked Artie if he rememberd Alby Marshall, but was not to sure. Tell Albie one of us Gorbals folk wish him well, and guid health. Did someone mention the templeton carpet factory? I worked there as a threader - still got the scars on my fingers from that bliddy needle or hook. And I hated walking through the green over the swinging bridge in the rain at 7 in the morning, freezing cauld, couldn't wait ti get to work for a heat, and watch the steam come off my coat as it would be soaking. A lot of laughs there ....no I did not wear a turbin or overalls!! Have a great life everyone. DAM.
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre California, USA 13/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. JJ - If you're lucky, you might be in time for the Derby at Shawfield - think it is around the 10th April. This is the busiest night at Shawfield.
Submitted by: Josephine Stuksis Glasgow, Scotland 13/03/10 Email: josephine.stuksis@btopenworld.com

Hi everybody. My great grandmother spent many years of her early life in South Coburg Street, Laurieston. I'd like to try and build a portfolio about her surroundings. Apparently she lived above or next to a pawn shop. What would that street have looked like? Any survivors out there? I'd love to find out what life might have been like in that particular street anytime before the War.
Submitted by: Frances May 12/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hello Margo. I used to live across the street from you. I remember your dad was a watchmaker and also remember when you left to join the army. We used to hang out together when we were kids.
Submitted by: Annie Martin 12/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi everyone. Terrific to read you all sticking up for Glasgow G5. I loved going to The Paragon or The Crownie on a Saturday afternoon and following Johnny MacBrown and Flash Gordon . The serials are out on DVD. I naturally bought them. Mick.
Submitted by: Mick Gallagher Glasgow, Scotland 12/03/10 Email: dumpingram@hotmail.com

I'm just a wee bit baffled why Jerry from the good old U S of A has caused so much controversy about the Gorbals and the slum it really was! People should take off the rose coloured specs and see that most of Britain is a slum these days! So, not a lot has changed! Just think about the feral gangs running through our streets, the kids who are killing kids, old people who are being terrorised every day! The standard of living for lots of people has not changed that much! The main forgiving thing about the Gorbals is that kids, the elderly and decent people were protected by the "hard men" - not terrorised and bullied as they are now! The only "rats" are the two legged scum who are running our streets!
Submitted by: Auld Biddy 12/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. DAM - I was with my uncle last week - George Leonard - and he tells me you are his cousin. I'm his nephew on the other side. He married my dad's sister. My dad was John Johnston and my mum was Ka Smith. I will let George know you where asking and get him to drop you a line. Cheers John.

Submitted by: John Glasgow, Scotland 12/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Jerry - please don't disappear from the forum! You've given me the best laugh for ages. The natives are restless because you attacked an area famous for honest, hard-working people. I'm also from Waddell Street. [1957 to 1972]. I live in a smart street in London, but visit the Gorbals every summer. You can take a person out of the Gorbals, but you can't take the Gorbals out of the person!!
Submitted by: Glen London, England 12/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Doris McIintyre. It does not strike a bell with me. I am 63 this year, born in 5 Thistle Street in 1947, moved to Castlemilk at the age of 11. Left Scotland at the age of 20. I am, however, trying to track down my family on the Taggart side so if you could give me more info on the other Tommy, that would be appreciated.
Submitted by: Thomas Taggart California, USA 12/03/10 Email: tigobar@aol.com

Rita Moffat, I take offence to be classed in the same mould as Jerry, although I think he's entitled to his opinion. I lived in number 321 Thistle Street where I had to fill holes in the wall where rats had there entrance. Filled them with concrete and glass. I worked in Dixons Blazes - our pieces "lunch" from our pockets were eaten by the rats. The toilet in Thistle Street always had 1 inch of water lying on the floor. When we moved in, the sink was on the floor and we couldn't light the fire as the chimney flue was all blocked. Electric wiring was all crossed but by the time me and my wife where finish, it changed into a beautiful little love nest. I even built an inside toilet, raised the sink and put a hot water system in, closed off the fire and built an all electric one. I had many happy times in the Gorbals as well as many troublesome times but I wanted to see some of the world as always the grass looks greener on the other side of the hill and that was true. I went from a single end house to a house with 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a swimming pool in the middle built on 2 acres of land that belongs to "my son born in the Gorbals". I've seen strange things - some I've photographed. I have been chased by a shark, swum with a dolphin, visited by spiders, snakes, water dragons and the rats from the creek, been in bush fires and floods, lightning storms that lasted for hours as most people in Australia have been through these weather phenomena. As a young man, I'd surf 20 foot waves and have a wipeout. Rita, I can tell many true stories, always use my nom de plume 10 quid and if you've been following this site many years, you know my name is Jimmy Boyle and I never rubbish the people of the Gorbals. "I am one of them" and to the ones who stuck it till the bitter end, you are a better man than me. Gunga din and try to send a photograph to Amelia of Lawmoor Street with the old air raid shelters - it was returned saying it was wrong address. As Gen MacArthur said, I shall return and thank you so much Rita for pushing me into writing again. Took me 2 and a half hours to do this and I am now that knackered I'll have to go for a sleep. Thanks again Rita. 10 Quid.
Submitted by: 10 Quid Australia 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Jerry from Lake George - Well I think the wine country of Northern California where I live is far nicer than your lake. I take it you will not be running for the Glasgow Mayor spot the next time it comes up. Talk about stirring the pot. Take note, the response you see here is what the Gorbals people are all about and believe it or not you have some of that in your package, hence your obvious delight about where you live. Having said that, if you are so happy, why take time off to rain on our parade. "Get a life" comment is more suitable to your post.
Submitted by: Thomas Taggart California, USA 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Refreshing to read so many anecdotes in protest of Jerry from Lake Gloom. He came, he saw, he read, but he didn't conquer the minds and hearts of the loyal Gorbals people who populate the forum. Bye Jerry!
Submitted by: Gary 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

During the war, our people shot down a lot of Jerries. They are still doing it now. Did Jerry never go to the Trossachs or venture up the west coast? There is no place like it in this world and I think I would rather have rats in my backyard than effen bears!! You can't be all bad for you still keep in touch with your home town. Give us some more of your wisdom.
Submitted by: Eddie Alness, Scotland 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Jerry from Lake George - I agreed with your comment on the violence HOWEVER your comments about people on here not having a life and probably never having been out of the Gorbals makes you sound like an ignoramus. As for your great life in the USA, good for you! I can tell you first hand that many people on here have not only been out of the Gorbals, but have had much and probably more success in life than you. Some could buy and sell you and Lake George and half of New York state as well. You're also not the only one to have bears and deer in your back yard either. Can't help but think something on here hit a nerve with you hence your nasty post. I just don't get why you felt the need to attack and insult people on this site. If you don't want to be reminded of your past, why read these posts? Your post was the epitome of arrogance. Pat.
Submitted by: Pat Mooney 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Tommy Taggart, are you the same, happy camper that I have met through the McIntyre's and took care of Francie and Betty no no no not Francie and Josie (wee joke). If so, great to see that you are here.......if not still nice to know you ......aye Lake George is very nice - been there when I used to live in Massapequa, Long Island but went in the winter - froze my bum aff. Give me the heat anytime. Talking about wildlife, Mary was sitting in the (smoking room) in the evening. "Doris, Doris you better get oot here. There's a bunch of big, funny looking cats on the lawn!! Uch Mary, it's racoons and a couple of wild turkey for eff sake. I'll get ma gun and shoot them fur wur dinner. Ugly looking suckers. Yir no gonnie dae that ur yi?" These city slickers believe anything you tell them. Wait till she gets a glimmer of a mountain lion....and her being fae the Calton......she will think it's a dug escaped fae Shawfield tracks. No replies on the relatives, the Leonards, Blacks, Havalands, or Weirs all from Oregan Street, Errol Street and Sandyfaulds Street. Must have flown the coop to some other place......oh and we have a new chemist in town and he is from Glasgow's south side I think - not had a blether with him yet but a couple of the family have - nice fellow. Will make some bridies for him and his family. Another brain from Glasgow - see not everybody slags their roots, and from what I read and hear, it is still a great place. Might even take a wee visit next year. All the best, DAM.
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre California, USA 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O Jerry from Lake George - Hi, George the Jannie here. Yer place sounds great. Aboot yer backyard 'n' bears - av got bears runnin' up 'n' doon ma street everyday...maest o them kin sing 'n' dance, 'n' wer these blue scarves,'n' tok as well. Bet ur bears cannae dae that. Take care. the Jannie.x
Submitted by: James Fletcher Glasgow, Scotland 11/03/10 Email: jimthejannie@btinternet.com

To Jerry from Lake George - I have good memories of my Glasgow years and also some very negative memories. I came to the States to escape a terribly abusive husband. The US is now my home and I love living here. I just choose to record the happy times when I post on this board. My life in the Gorbals was anything but edenic, but I refuse to dwell on that aspect. The Gorbals was home for my first 23 years and will never forget the many good people I knew. Life could be hard, but it was the same for everyone else and that was the saving grace. As a teenager in the mid to late fifties, I had some of the best times of my life. I haven't been back to Glasgow since 1964. You never forget your roots. I'm sorry that all yours are unhappy ones.
Submitted by: Mona USA 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Jerry here. Yes I agree, there was a lot of good people from the Gorbals, but it still was not even a good place for the rats to live. Sorry if you are offened by the truth. As for me not comming back - that you can be sure of!! Have you ever seen Lake George? Very clean place - to dirt getting thrown from a window into the backyard if you know what I mean. This place is beauty at is best - looks like one of our lochs only much cleaner. Got the deer in my back yard and sometimes bears. By the way, before I forget, I lived in Waddle Street, so I know what went on.
Submitted by: Jerry Lake George, USA 11/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Margo Kilna - I wonder if you remember me,"Owenie Dougan"? I lived across the street from you, way back then.
Submitted by: Owen Dougan Glasgow, Scotland 10/03/10 Email: g132yn@bushinternet.com

Jerry in Lake George - I think you need to get a life. I don't know what rat-hole you lived in but I think Glasgow is well rid of you. I have a real life in California but I am a proud Scot and not ashamed of where I came from - you need to do something about your negativity.
Submitted by: Emily Biros California, USA 10/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi Amelia. Glad to hear from you - don't stay away for too long. Whit dae ye think of "MERRY JERRY" from the US of A. Maybe this was jist 10 Quid kidding us oan and pretending to be someone else wi a chip on his shoulder just tae get us all riled up. Seems tae hiv worked by the response!! Ho hum, trouble is if La Dolce Vita is realy sooooo good why the soor plums? Hmm makes ye think.... Rita.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 09/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Jerry - It's a pity you described living in the old Gorbals as a one big rat-hole. Yes, there was much overcrowding and slum conditions, but no worse than Liverpool, Manchester, or parts of London typical of the 50's or 60's. Yes, Gorbals life was tough, but happy. I enjoyed my upbringing in Rutherglen Road, loved my local school, and whilst it was rewarding to move away during my late teens, I'm more than happy to have moved back during the mid-80's to a new and better Gorbals. Read the anecdotes with nostalgia, and you'll never forget where you're from. Try it!
Submitted by: Gary Glasgow, Scotland 09/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I am from the Gorbals. I was born in 1931 and lived at Southportland Street. We lived on the top floor of no. 57 - there were 6 of us, now there's 4 left. My younger brother George lives in Lancs. We are 5 miles from Blackpool. I am disabled now - I used to work on the trolley buses in 1950 - I have been trying to contact any one I knew but no luck - I think I've gone on long enough so good night and God bless. Flora McDonald as was.
Submitted by: Flora McCulloch nee McDonald  Preston, England 08/03/10 Email: clippyflo@talktalk.net

Hi there. You know how you keep lying to yourself? Stop feeding your face, drop a stone or three, take more exercise, walk an hour a day etc etc. Kept promising myself to go and see Nancy Samson nee Vine. I really wanted to go and see my old neighbour from 66 McNeil Street. But there was always so much stuff to do but when I stopped work at the end of last year I knew I would find more time to do what I wanted. Last Sunday was a lovely sunny day and after a wee walk around the ducksie, (funny we called it that - never any ducks just swans!!) I decided that I would give Nancy a wee visit. She has a lovely comfortable home - spotless. Puts me to shame! We had a rare wee gab and of course we talked about old neighbours, friends and family - some long gone. Nancy reminded me about her brother who was killed after falling under the hooves of a horse in Hayfield Street. Being around 20 years younger than Nancy I don't remember the accident but do remember my family talking about it. Tragic. But we also had a good wee laugh too. Meant to mention/confess to Nancy that I always was up bright and early and standing waiting in the close for the christening piece when one of her weans was being christened. She had a big family so I got my fair share of pieces - my grandfather always used to say I'd get a piece at any door! Rita.
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

HOPING TO CONTACT OLD PALS FROM ST. BONAVENTURES WHO LEFT SCHOOL IN 1967 - SADIE DUFFY, MARY MCLAUGLIN AND THE REST. IT'S EILEEN DOOLEY AND I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER JOE. HOPE ALL ARE WELL.
Submitted by: Cecelia McAdam Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: mollymcadam@hotmail.co.uk

F.A.O. ANYONE WHO LEFT ST.BONAVENTURES IN 1967 - CAN SOMEONE TELL ANYTHING OF MY OLD SCHOOL PALS, SADIE DUFFY, MARY MCLAUGLIN....ANYONE WHO REMEMBERS ME EILEEN DOOLEY, I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER JOE & WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM OLD PALS.
Submitted by: Cecelia McAdam Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: mollymcadam@hotmail.co.uk

A special thank you to everyone who sent letters of support regarding Melvin. I was overwhelmed by this. Melvin's family would also like to say thank you for your kind words. From the bottom of my heart, thanks so much to all of you. Billy Malcom.
Submitted by: Billy Malcom Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

To Jerry from the good old U.S.A. - Stay in the States! The Gorbals is well rid of you!
Submitted by: Kenny Donnelly Jnr 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Did not like the attitude of Jerry from the USA. Nothing wrong with the Gorbals - I am proud of my roots.
Submitted by: Anon 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Josephine & Norrie - Thanks for the info. on Shawfield. I am looking forward to going back in April. Will be spending a week in the Gorbals. Will try and not get lost in Crown Street this time. All the best to you Josephine & Norrie. JJ.
Submitted by: JJ Isle of Wight, England 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Teri - I remember your gran's shop as I lived next close to it. There was a laundrette just a few closes from it as well - Mrs McLeod's I think. I stayed at 492 in 1962/63.
Submitted by: Vinnie Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: strainv@ntlworld.com

To Jerry from Lake George, USA. Pretty harsh comments. I agree that the Gorbals was a rat-hole and by todays standards, a miserable run down slum. For those who still live there, it is still home and for those who live elsewhere, there are memories which they want to hold on to. The years have a habit of bringing back nostalgia and that is what I see here on the message board. I have found old friends from 40 years ago that I now share a relationship with I never thought I would have. I had made a statement in one of my postings that even though we now know we were poor then, as kids 5- 10 there was no meaning to that for us and as kids had a great time anyway. What the Gorbals did for me was make me strong enough to deal with any garbage that came my way in later years. Now that I am living the good life in America, I appreciate my roots more than ever. I think that your suggestion that people get a life is uncalled for and quite frankly rude. You should ask yourself why you even got on this this board. The members of this message board have their own perception on how it was and is and even though we may not agree with it, it is for them the truth.
Submitted by: Thomas Taggart California, USA 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi. Although I come from Gods country, "the Calton", my grandfather James Boyle and his family came from the Gorbals. He finished up a bookie, left a wife and 8 daughters and had umpteen successful grandchildren. Dropped dead at Ayr Racecourse in 1954, 3 weeks before I was born. I am trying to find some info about him especially a photo. Thanks (by left i mean abandoned).
Submitted by: George Duncan Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Some of us were happy because, being from a great race of people, we will be happy no matter were we go. Poverty was world wide after the last world war...oh and a lot of us did know the difference as we were out going around (what we thought) were from toffs homes or for the want of a better word hawking wi our maw's honest living so in other words we made good of what we had and a lot of us did not live with rats and puddles......made us strong people and taught us how to do better in life. Forged ahead like troops in the battle all through the meadows among horses and cattle la da la da la da cannot remember the whole poem but that part stuck in my mind. Musta been playing sodjers or cow boys n indians that is why WE ARE THE PEOPLE (glesga) TIOCFAIDHARLA (IRISH) BEST AND GUID HEALTH TI YI AWE DAM
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre California, USA 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

In reply to Jerry from USA, the Gorbals WAS a great place to live. It was great because of the people. The condition of the houses was dreadful but the people of the Gorbals rose above their surroundings and formed a solid working class community. As for being poor, people were perfectly well aware they were poor, but they also knew that they were poor only in a material sense, they were rich in many other less tangible ways. Perhaps Jerry should look nearer home for evidence of social and housing problems of which the United States has plenty. The new Gorbals has changed out of all recognition, being almost 40% owner occupiers, but it does no harm to remember where we came from, socally and spiritually. Cheers.
Submitted by: Frank(wee Pammy)Young Glasgow, Scotland 08/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I am a descendant to James Rankin and George Rankin. James Rankin married Mary Joass in 1805 in Middletown, Scotland. They had 8 children (James, William, John, Jean, Barbara, Alexander, George, unknown). James Rankin married Mary Laird - they had children but the only one I know about is George Rankin. George Rankin (1868-1952) married Isabella Robertson (1869-1942). They had nine children (George, Mary, James, Sarah, Barbara, Charlie, Robert, Elizabeth, Unknown) George Rankin married Elizabeth Curreen. George and Elizabeth Rankin are my great grandparents. If you are a descendant, I am interest in any info that you have. (Photos etc)
Submitted by: Louise Shaw Hastings, New Zealand 06/03/10 Email: glaze.shaw@xtra.co.nz

Hi everyone, great site - I've really enjoyed reading your stories. I wonder if any of you can help me piece some family history together from my Italian side. I'd love to hear of anyone who remembers my great-grandmother and great-grandfather Giovanni (John) Bellonzi and Guiseppina (Josephine) Bellonzi. In 1928 he is documented to be living at 48 Eglinton Street, Glasgow - occupation fish restraunteur. Giovanni died in 1933 - his address at the time was 259 Scotland Street, Glasgow. I realise this was a long time ago but if anyone has any family that may remember I'd be grateful to hear anything. I've seen a few posts in the forums from relatives of the Verrecchia family who owned the Princess Cafe - if you're reading this or anyone else who many know... was there an 'Ella' Verrecchia? My great grandparents had 2 daughters, Pavolina (Lena) and my grand-mother Leontina (Tina) who were friends with an Ella Verrecchia... I'm wondering if given they were both restrauant owners that it may be the same family? If anyone knows, I would be very grateful to hear any information as my gran and Ella were best pals for years and after my grans passing my mum always tried to get in touch with her. I beleive she lived in the USA and her married name is Hughes. If anyone know's of the Bellonzi's I would love to hear from you. Many thanks, Sharon
Submitted by: Sharon Campbell Glasgow, Scotland 06/03/10 Email: sharon.campbell67@btinternet.com

Hi Old Timer, 10 Quid, DAM and all the folk who have visited and subscribed to the site. I get your point Old Timer but don't you think that ultimately nothing remains the same and time marches on? The older generations will eventually go. Having said that just enjoy the site whilst it's here. Something to make us happy. DAM is back! Welcome home - I hope you give that soorpuss Jerry from the USA a good talking to. But heh, he has done us a favour either deliberately or not! From time to time you get people like that. Such a pity he cannie understand the friendship and goodtimes the folk that come to this site have enjoyed. He is the poorer for not having that, no matter how good his life is now. So,so sad...Rita
Submitted by: Rita Moffat Glasgow, Scotland 06/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I left Glasgow in 1961 and moved to London where I joined the British Army. I also worked as an ambulance driver in London. I left for Australia in the late 60's. I would love to hear from anyone who still remembers me.
Submitted by: Mago Kilna Sydney, Australia 06/03/10 Email: andoo12@gmx.com

Dear Jerry, so you were glad to get out of the Gorbals? Enlighten us as to exactly why? Which rat infested street housed your family? Did you fall foul of the local fighting gang? Perhaps the flea-ridden cinema's embarrassed your fiance? The smell from Dixons Blazes? Come on Jerry, what really prompted that poor effort of an anecdote? And me? I grew up in Bedford Street and proud of it.
Submitted by: William Davies 05/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Rita Moffat - Hi Rita. I'm still here. Glad to see you are still posting. Haven't seen some of the "oldies" like myself posting - hope they are all well. Hope you are well Rita. Amelia
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

Aye, shame on you Jerry of the USA for your cruel comments on life within the old Gorbals. Some great people came out of the slums and became household names. You chose to emigrate as I think you couldn't hack life in a tough district. Yet, strange how you like to read the Gorbals anecdotes. Know what? I came from a family of 9 in Abbotsford Place and none of us complained about our poor surroundings!
Submitted by: Old Timer Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Doris (USA) - We also had a good street for skates, my ma couldn't afford to buy us the skates with the ballbearings so she bought me a pair out of "Woolies" - they couldn't go as fast as the other ones. Woolworths has now gone as all the shops have closed...pity. Did you ever buy any shoes out of the Sample Shoe shop in Old Rutherglen Road at the corner of Thistle or Hospital Street? Now they had some stotter 3 tier platforms - lizard skin. I think the shop was owned by Jewish people. Maybe you cannot remember it as I don't think you are as old as me. Amelia.
Submitted by: Amelia McKinlay nee Welsh Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: ameliamckinlay@msn.com

Does Anybody Remember Bennys Boats On The Clyde At The Suspension Bridge At The Bottom Of McNeil Street? Mr Parsonage Of The Royal Humane Society Used To Hire Out Boats But You Had To Be Over Twelve. So The Older Boys In The Street Used To Go And Hire THe Boat,Two Or Three Of Us Would Wait On The Banks At The Wite Bridge And Pile Into The Boat. We Were Pirates For Half An Hour. Imagine Trying To Hire Aboat On The Clyde In These Days. The Older Boys Were Bobby Caldow, Dougie Craig -the Younger Boys Myself, Kenny Campbell,Robert Crawford Ian McInnes And John McGinty. We Also Had Gang Hut On The Banks Of The Clyde. Wir Maws Would Have Killed us If They New Wit We Got up to. Surely Some Of The McNeil Street Mob And Also Waterside Street, Benthall Street And Snowdon Street Boys Will Remember This. BFN.
Submitted by: William Long Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

You should be ashamed of yourself Jerry (Lake George) describing the old Gorbals as one big rat-hole. I came from Naburn Street which was run-down and rat-infested, but my parents had no choice - it was nobody's fault money was tight. Blame the old Glasgow City Corporation for the slums and terrible conditions. You were glad to get out of it? Good riddance! I hope you never come back to visit how nice a place it has become.
Submitted by: Edwina Bagan Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Jerry from USA. Hi Jerry, hope you're well. I stayed in that rat-hole, as you call it - Nicholson Street/Cavendish Street, 1954/1968, and we were poor but happy. "When I was abo0t 9/10yrs auld a wis oot playn wae pals tae aboot wan in the mornin, safe n happy. A stie in Partick noo, up a wally close tenement oan Dumbarton Road, wance in a while al climb oan n slide doon the bannister. Am 55 noo - happy(n daft). There's nae wee brass bits so a kin still wok rite. Sumtimes am wokin doon Dumbarton Road, (hunners a tenements) n a think bak tae Cumberland Street, getlins, galls, the wally tiles ootside the Moy Bar, The Beehive, etc, etc, skint bit happy. Wits missin roon aboot me is LAFFTER, everybodys hurrin, tense, n seem tae be jist oan the planet, noo ur memry a the Gorbals seems tae be a lot different fae maest people who rite oan the site. Ye must hiv hid sum good memories - why no sher a wee bit aboot yersel, wer ye stied, who ye hung aboot wae, etc. Rite, am aff tae rake the middens, catch ye, the Jannie. May ur God be with u."
Submitted by: James Fletcher Glasgow, Scotland 05/03/10 Email: jimthejannie@btinternet.com

I remember Betty Hillhouse and her twin brother Thomas. We went through primary school and we played with each other. They are both in my school photo, but sadly I don't know what happened to either of them.
Submitted by: Not Supplied 05/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Could anyone tell me what became of Betty Hillhouse from Ardencraig Road Castlemilk. I know it's not strictly a Gorbals question but I would like to know if she's alright .Her family may have originally come from the Southside. I'm talking early 60s.
Submitted by: Bawheid Glasgow, Scotland 04/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Just wondering if any of you have a real life as you all seem as you never left the Gorbals. Some of you write on here trying to find old friends - I can understand that but please don't tell anyone it was a great place to live. It was one big rat-hole. And as for some who write they did not know they were poor....I guess you never set foot outside of the Gorbals. Me - I'm glad to be rid of it.
Submitted by: Jerry Lake George, USA 04/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

FAO Jessie O'Neil - Hi Jessie, did you get that wee photo that I sent you? Was it okay ? If not, let me know and I will send it again. Hope you are keeping well. Cheers Amb.
Submitted by: AMB Lake District, England 03/03/10 Email: agbmu@yahoo.co.uk

I didn't know Melvin Bernstein, only read his posts on here, may he RIP.
Submitted by: AMB Lake District, England 03/03/10 Email: agbmu@yahoo.co.uk

While it's nostalgic to read about the old Gorbals and it's inhabitants, I came from the top end of Lawmoor Street at Caledonia Road [1955-73], and it was anything but homely. I witnessed gang-fights, drunkeness, domestic-abuse, and slum housing. That's the way life was in certain pockets of old Gorbals. It wasn't much fun, but life had to go on. Anyone else noticed that Govanhill is going the exact way as post-war Gorbals? Who said history doesn't repeat itself?
Submitted by: Mrs G. Hargreaves Blantyre, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Yes JJ, the greyhounds are still racing at Shawfield. Every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. My sister runs the office at night and one works the cafe and another is the cook in the restaurant. Hope you enjoy visiting your past haunts....ENJOY!!!
Submitted by: Josephine Stuksis Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: josephine.stuksis@btopenworld.com

FAO Joe Wilson - Everyone remembers Ginger Wilson, a very liked and well known man. Your gran Annie was a close friend of my wife. We were at your uncle Johnny's wedding.
Submitted by: Gerry Gillan Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Shawfield Stadium, contrary to the belief of the posters, is not in Gorbals or Oatlands - actually it is in Rutherglen..... just a thought!
Submitted by: Auld Biddy 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

If the Kevin Kilcoyne mentioned in a February anecdote was born at 279 Thistle Street, then I was his godmother and we lived next door to his grandmother. If so, would you please contact me as I would like to know how your aunts Eileen (Bulloch), Doreen and Anne are now.
Submitted by: Anomymous Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: zippida@talktalk.net

All the talk about Shawfield has brought a tear to my glass eye. And yes, I DO have a glass eye! My old-man took me to Shawfield in the late 50's early 60's watching football, and when I was a bit older, watched him lose his pocket-money on the dogs. The smell of beer from Shawfield's bars, hot-pies, vendors selling the Citizen or Times newspapers, team-rosette's, and macaroon-bars, or spearmint chewing gum. Fans would head home into Bridgeton or along Rutherglen Road. Traffic was heavy. I'm sure I can remember a pub opposite the ground where my old-man would have just enough left for a pint and a coke for me. And then the long walk home to Centre Street, rain, hail, or snow. It couldn't happen now, could it?
Submitted by: Willie Croft Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

In reply to Mike Gallagher from Lawmoor Street. Yes!! Toilet paper was available from any local Galbraith, Massey, or Templeton grocery-shops!! I grew up in Camden Street in the 50's and we all took our own toilet-paper to the outside loo's!!
Submitted by: J.McCloy  Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Kirsty, I too remember my Mum telling me the story of the woman who lured young children up to her flat with the promise of seeing puppies or kittens and then she threw them out the window one at a time. I wouldn't be able to tell you where it happened though.
Submitted by: Terri McCue Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

FAO Rita - The probable reason for familiar missing names is that it's all been said and replied to. The forum needs new blood and it was interesting to read about Mr.Donnelly's recent message about life in the damp flats of Hutchie E. It might only have been 1975-82, but it will soon be history, as is the damp tenements of 1945-52!! But it does seem sad that younger people may be using the forum as nothing more than a stepping-stone for a family tree.
Submitted by: Old Timer 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

FAO Julie - For better photos on the Gilmour Street/Moffat Street area, go to www.urbanglasgow.com and follow the links and you'll find extraordinary ariel views of that exact area, particularly from the Sir Basil Spence section. What do others think of the amazing Gorbals pictures from urbanglasgow.com?
Submitted by: Mary Borland 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Hi JJ, its only dogs that are at Shawfield now - Clyde moved from there years ago. Glasgow Tigers Speedway ran in the late 80's for about 10 years but they now run at Ashfield in the north of the city. Bye for now, Norrie.
Submitted by: Norman McNamee  Glasgow, Scotland 03/03/10 Email: norman_mcnamee@hotmail.com

FAO Mick Gallagher - Hi Mick, your posting made me chuckle! Toilet paper, as we know it, was available way back in the late 1800's - we were too poor to afford to buy "that posh stuff"! All I ever knew as a child was old newspaper, cut into squares, tied through a corner with a bit of string and hung on a nail on the back of the lavvy door! I remember my parents saying, "whit's the point of throwing guid money doon the lavvy pan" - I take it they meant the purchase of toilet rolls! I got a clout round the back of the head when I answered back, "well, you've just spent guid money on the newspaper"! Always was a bit ahead of myself!
Submitted by: Auld Biddy 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Looking for John Porter who lived in Crown Street at the corner of Caledonia Road in the 50's.
Submitted by: W O'Sullivan Frankston, Australia 03/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Frankie Hallside's Sweet Shop. Oh the memories. We lived in Abbotsford Place, so every week I would go there to spend pocket money. Jar after jar of choice.
Submitted by: Maureen New Zealand 03/03/10 Email: momat@paradise.net.nz

FAO Ann Davies [Kerr]. I too remember "Frank Hallsides" sweetie shop. I grew up just around the corner in Warick Street/Nicholoson Street during the 30/40/50/60s. I remember , during WW2, it had a marvelous display of chocolates and sweetys in big jars in its front window, as sweets were rationed then, and we needed coupons to buy sweeties. As a school boy, I couldn't understand the large display, as most of the stuff in the window wasn't available to buy. In later years, I discovered that the display was dummy sweets.
Submitted by: Owen Dougan Glasgow, Scotland 02/03/10 Email: g132yn@bushinternet.com

FAO Andrea Paterson. If you Google "Mitchell Library" there are a few photos of Old Caledonia Road there.
Submitted by: Owen Dougan Glasgow, Scotland 02/03/10 Email: g132yn@bushinternet.com

Talking about streets, my favourite street was Mathesion Street, reason being it was the smoothest street for going down with a bogie or on roller skates, two if you got lucky that day , WHEEEEEEEE, right down from Cumberland Street to Rutherglen Road. If I remember right, that was were one of the Pawn shops was located. Och and for Lawmoor Street, that was were the Masties lived (hope I spelt it right). Don't want a wee doing from anyone....Bubbles Riley Rose Cohan Sparrow McLain, Anna Birrel, she was from Hospital Street I think. Big Terry Brycen and I think the Cruickshanks, so many names, and there was one house about three doors down from the Police Station, it was what we used to call a shop house....I cant remember the name , but we all used to go in and swing round the poles that were in the front room, like a May pole not a stick of furniture, only beds in the rooms, we all thought it was great. The Giblins will remember this one.....big brother Arthur and his wife shared a room and kitchen with some other couple. That was Mathesion Street nearer Waddell Street .Hey T.Q. and Betty, glad to see you up and about. Big Artie and Mary got here and he has got some good auld pictures so I'll send them on. Aye you were all fine boys in those days now it's auld fine men and us burds are still smashers. That was a wee bit of a rosey dock. Melvin....see you just never know the minute. Anyhow, to all you fine folk out there........be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter. Theodor Seuss. DAM.
Submitted by: Doris McIntyre  California, USA 02/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

I am so sorry to hear about Melvin passing. He will be sadly missed.
Submitted by: Ann Docherty Ontario, Canada 02/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

F.A.O. Josephine Stukis - what goes on at Shawfield Stadium now? Are the greyhounds still there? Can you let me know - will be in Glasgow soon for a visit and want to see a few old places and see my mammy who is still in the Gorbals. Can you let me know about Shawfield Stadium? Would like to go back to see it. Many thanks, JJ.
Submitted by: JJ Isle of Wight, England 01/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Melvin Bernstein RIP, sad sad news. I always enjoyed Melvin's posts and although I never knew him, he came across to me as a gentleman and I will miss his posts. Deepest sympathy to Melvin's family from across the sea.
Submitted by: G5 Dublin, Ireland 01/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Is the Railway Club mentioned the Polmadie Club? Had many a great Christmas party there in the 50's 60's. Dad worked for B.R. Polmadie for thirty years . Robbie.
Submitted by: Robert (Robbie) Mullen Dunoon, Scotland 01/03/10 Email: bigrobbiemullet@aol.com

Kirsty, it was Toryglen Street in Oatlands that happened - my sister lived in number 81. It was the close before hers. It was a tragedy - the woman was ill but some children died,it was very sad.
Submitted by: May Glasgow, Scotland 01/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Thanks to everyone who replied to my anecdote. Yes Mary, my maiden name was Pelham, but I can't recall you!! [sorry]. Amazed to read of so many changes to that particular part of the Gorbals. I've now found old photo's via the website on the Mitchell Library. Thanks again.
Submitted by: Julie Bolton, England 01/03/10 Email: Not Supplied

Sad to hear about Melvin Bernstein passing I never met Melvin but I enjoyed reading his postings....the Gorbals anecdotes has lost a true gent...God bless you Melvin.
Submitted by: Ann Davies (Kerr) England 01/03/10 Email: Not Supplied