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Dalmuir maps
Historic maps of Dalmuir and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Dalmuir maps
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Clydebank| Paisley| Barochan Cross| Dumbarton| Elderslie| Mugdock| Kilbarchan| Glasgow
Dalmuir area books
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Memories of Dalmuir
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Dunbartonshire memories
School Days
I lived at 27 Radnor Street, last but one tennament to be flattened. My first year of school was at the "new high school", on Bouquanaran; 10 class rooms open, we had to scramble among the bricks to get to class. Then I went to Radnor new primary school, next I went to the old high school down in Clydebank, outside toilets and the roofs had been blown off so it was a chilly sit. Then at age 11, back to the now repaired high school at the bottom of Thompson St. I now live in Trenton, Ontario, Canada, near the largest air base in Canada. Here my best friend, quite by chance we were talking, her father came from Crown Ave, back to back with Radnor St. I also missed that old beacon of Singer's clock when they tore it down, you always knew your way home from all over the Clyde valley. In '56 we moved to Parkhall. My family... Read more
Our Old Flat in Bruce Street
Top right side - corner flat. Wimpey Homes 1986 - Clydebank's Centenary year - flats collectively renamed Centenary Court
School And Before
I lived in Holly Street, North Kilbowie, I was born there 1949. My gran and grampa moved into 1 Holly Street in 1939 before the Second World War. The stories they knew about the blitz were funny as well as tragic. I lost my great-grandpa, his body was recovered without a mark on him. I now move forward to 1954, the year I started school. I attended Kilbowie Primary School, my first teacher was Mrs Temple. On my first day I bawled the place down, I wanted to go home. In school primary 1 we were, believe this, given small blackboads and chalk and plasticine. I grew to love my school but if you try to find your class members it seems like they were transported to another dimension (old age may be the reason). My usual school day in the winter was, get up wash and dress quickly, no central heating then, I would sit at the open oven for heat then eat a bowl of porridge, it was... Read more
Mountblow Road
I came to live in Dalmuir in 1973, and it was a bad time as I was 15 years old, and knew nobody apart from a friend I made at school from Duntocher. I walked that road as often as I could...safely.
Family History
The picture of the High Street, Paisley is part of my family history.
My grandfather, Thomas Paton, worked for his brother, James, who ran a wholesale and mercantile stationers in the High Street. This would have been in the last decades of the 19th century, as it is likely James died around 1898.
I have a few references to the business, and a reference written by James for my grandfather, who moved south and set up his own paper agent's business in or near The Strand (1900-1920s approx.)
It would be fascinating if anyone knows more about the Paton family.
When I Was Growing up
I remember being very happy growing up as a child in Paisley. One of my happiest memories was being given a golliwog outfit from the Robertson's jam factory. A certain amount was given out every year at Halloween by the factory.
I used to enjoy the Library and Museum which I visited each week, and as I got older the visits became more frequent.
I remember thinking how vast Coat's Mill was and how lovely the river that ran past it looked - sadly the mill has now been renovated into flats.
My Husband Came From Paisley
I met my husband in Chiswick, London in 1967, he had come down from Paisley to find work. I loved Paisley, I wanted to move up there but he loved Chiswick. But we went up there whenever we could. I found the people very friendly and my husband's family were very close and made me one of the family. Sadly I lost my husband last month, how I am writeing this I don't know. I have been told I am welcome there any time. He would take me all over Paisley in the car, last time we were there a lot of shops had closed which is a shame. Must close now, getting upset.
