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Visits to Annathill
My father (a professional footballer) grew up in Annathill. We used to visit our grandparents who lived in the houses from Bedlay Coal mine. My grandfather worked in the mines and always seemed to be dirty. His hobby was keeping pidgeons. I remember the 'toilets' were outside, and in winter like a refridgerator. There were no telephones and no electricity, the rooms were lit with gas lamps and in the middle of the room there was a big fireplace. When my grandfather died, his coffin was stood up in the small bedroom, so that everyone could see him. It was a very dull day and the rain did not make it a very pleasant experience.
Lanarkshire memories
Childhood
I moved to Glenboig from Moodiesburn, ten days before my tenth birthday. I was lucky to make friends easily and made some fantastic mates. Miners and steel workers were the life and soul of the village. I spent many years there, with a happy, innocent life. Religion aside, everything was so simple. Chopper bikes and rope swings up "Inchnie" were a source of many a summer holiday. Happy days....
Glenboig in The 1970s
I was brought up in Glenboig. We moved to England in 1973, however I have great memories. I remember going to the old St Joseph' School that sank, so we had to go to St Barbara's in Muirhead. I made my holy communion in the old chapel next to the old school. We stayed in the old pre-fabs and then went to live in Easdale Path. I can remember the gas houses being built. My twin brother and I had many friends in Glenboig. I get a lump in my throat every time I come back.
The Lights of Home
I was brought up in Glenboig. I went to the school that sank, what great memories I have of the old teachers, Mr Mcafee, Mr Gallacher, Mr O'Neill, Mrs Hughes, Mrs Deerie, Mrs Egan and Mrs Clinton in Room 1. I had moved away by the time the school was demolished and I never got to see it beforehand. I remember lovely warm summer days playing in Inchnie and down by the loch, the swans, and taking frogs home and getting chased out to put them back, my granny sitting on the seats at the crossroads, talking to all her old pals and reminiscing about her old days, and picking her horses out the paper and waiting for Paddy Byrne the bookie to open to collect her thruppeny doubles. Everything seemed so much better in they days, the Christmasses with the snow, the prefabs, the sound of the ice-cream man, the boys running round the village when Celtic won a cup (I think that was 1966), the gala days and... Read more
Winter Weather
I worked as an apprentice coach painter in Archibald Grays at the time. It was the coldest winter I had ever known. We went on strike over the conditions we were working in, because the heating had packed in (the diesel had frozen in the tank), but being daft, being apprentices, we didn't know that we weren't allowed to strike. We went back to work with our tails between our legs and just got on with it. Now, all these years later, we are back in a severe weather spell and I cant help think back to when I weighed 8 stone and watched my tea freeze in its mug. Happy days? NOT! submitted by Robert Adams
A Great Wee School
I recall my first day at Our Lady and St Joseph's in Glenboig, Sept. 1962, Miss Docherty our teacher who rapped my knuckles when I wrote with my left hand, no longer after I relayed the story to my Mother! Words were axchanged and I still write left handed!Great times, at the loch, the Inchie,and in and around the brickworks, innocent days. I am writing a book and Glenboig features heavily, along with the school and pals there, Elliot,Cassidy,Stark,Bolger, Caddle, Mc Cormick et al. Mrs Hughes,H/Tr my form teacher Miss Duffy,with whom I was madly in love!! This despite not knowing what love was until much later in life!!! Aztec bars from Janets sweetie shop, Malky the lollipop man, the chapel next door, my wee brother Michael performing "on Mother Kelly's Doorstep" under the expert tutelage of Mrs Hughes at the school concert. Witnessing the awful accident which killed the grandson of our school Janitor, Mr Mc Cann, a terrible memory of a very happy school. Wearing the light blue... Read more
I Miss Glenboig
I miss my grandad, gran and all other family who have sadly passed away from Glenboig. I spent many innocent days growing up in Glenboig and miss those good all days. They were the happiest days of my life (until I had my own children), going up the Ducks Walk, up Inchy, playing football in the streets. If only i could turn back time for just one more of those days. I miss GLENBOIG.
