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Campsie Family History
My name is Ronnie Campsey, my family is said to have left Scotland in 1640, the name was changed in America. I was told they left in 1640 and went to Ireland and stayed there until 1793 when they came to America on the ship 'Liberty' in 1793. I am hoping someone can tell or help me find some information of my family history in Scotland, it is said they left because of religious persecutions.
My Family...The Masons
My great grandparents lived in the schoolhouse in Campsie in the early 1900s. They had 6 children I think. My mum, Mary Mason Robertson, was born in 1924 and often stayed there, sleeping in the cupboard bed at the top of the stairs which frightened her! All her life she was claustrophobic and blamed this. I have visited the Clachan of Campsie many times and feel so at peace there.
In Bonnie Scotland
In Bonnie Scotland
The road back to Campsie Glen
Is a forty-year long tunnel of mist!
Dug deep into the cut bedrock of memory,
And neatly knitted in the multi-storey labyrinth
Of pouring passions, in pounding poems!!
There, Bobby Burns resides - and presides
And walks tall in the midst of thickly woods;
With pine trees towering highest above the tides
That prick the backs and bellies of distant seas,
And smother the chimneys of distant dales,
And tickle the beacons of distant shores!
There, sat he; a wild alien gypsy barbarian
Tenderly entertained by a bonny lass
In chastity white-lace; revealing dress!
She stood fair among the thistles and the lilies:
"Like a red-red rose that's newly sprung in June!"
And he stared-still, staggering and unfit:
Like a fake-fiddle "un-sweetly played off-tune!"
Libidinous, feverish and ridiculous;
His devils ran their brutish wildest!
And the needle-leaves poured over his head
Like the flood-rain of caustic curses,
Or fires from showers of... Read more
First Love
I remember meeting a girl at the 'stute', a dance hall in Kirkintilloch, falling in love with her, then breaking up, then finding her 2 years later then breaking up, but having a wonderful time walking up the Crow Road on Sundays, going to the pictures on Saturdays, the 'stute' on Tuesdays, it was a great time in my life. Hope you are well Kathleen O'Rourke, thanks for the wonderful memories. Wullie.
The Burning Bing
I was born in Drongan in Ayrshire, but every holiday we had we came to stay with my Gran and Papa, Ruby and Hugh Meudell. We were always so excited to be going"home." When we got out of Kirky on the bus we were glued to the windows looking for the burning bing, just outside the village. We knew as soon as we seen it we would be putting on our jackets to get off the bus, and our great holiday adventures would be starting. We would all run up the steps from the bus stop to our Gran's house in Meadowside Road and fight to see who could get in the door first and pet the cat, Trixie, who was a beautiful wee tortoiseshell cat. It was then a quick hello to our beloved, long suffering Gran and Papa and then further on up the road we would run to see our Uncle Angus and Aunt Nan and our cousins "The Meudells." We would always go first to... Read more
Where I Used to Live
I used to live in Fettercaine Avenue and then moved to Jedworth Avenue, I there until 1985 and then moved to Cheltenham with my parents. I would like to know if anyone who lived in Jedwroth Avenue remembers me, I lived at number 9, and I also lived at 7 and 8 Fettercaine Avenue in Drumchapel.
Where I Used to Live
The last date was wrong. I lived in Fettercaine Avenue, 7 and 8, and then I moved to Jedworth Avenue, where I lived in number 9. I would like to know if anyone remembers me. I kne a few people who used to live there.
