Hi Reg,accobra wrote:First of all many thanks to the admin for splitting this subject as this, in turn, has allowed me to post a picture which I referred to in my very first post "empty beer bottles" and, of course, there were no vehicles in Wellcroft Place when I lived there. The picture is a blink of the eye which takes me back to my childhood. Thanks also to Freddie and "wee blether" for giving me the name of the paint factory which through the eyes of a 5 to 6 year old, I dedicate the following poem which I wrote years ago and it sums up all or most of my postings on the site.
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A penny from a paintmaker
It was every Friday afternoon after school finished for my brother and me
We would run to the paint store faces full of glee
A sort of lesson in giving with the price not very high
A gift from someone else's father who seems a little shy
A large door slides open out comes the foreman without a care
He has adopted the two wee boys for his wages to share
For this is The Gorbals of Glasgow where there is poverty
but a penny from a paint maker makes us very happy
You might ask where mum and dad are at this important hour
Well dad is on the back shift and mum has just gone into labour
But we are well looked after by a sister who is nearly 10
On her tiny shoulders are the lives of 6 little children
You see she cooks and cleans for all of us in a quiet sort of way
Until mum is out of hospital that's the way it will stay
For this is The Gorbals of Glasgow where there is poverty
but a penny from a paint maker makes us very happy
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I was never old enough to drink at The Office but before I left Scotland I drank at The Grand Arms on a Saturday night and went to The Lindella Club (Hope Street) with a few friends. Ironically enough during the war my father met my mother in this pub.
Best regards Reg
Hidden talents mate, I enjoyed your wee poem. Well done.
Regards.
Danny.
