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East Kilbride maps
Historic maps of East Kilbride and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all East Kilbride maps
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Auchentibber| Eaglesham| Hamilton| Bothwell
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The Norfolk Family Settle in East Kilbride
Work brought me to Scotland in 1975 and I needed to live within commuting distance of the Bank of England branch in Glasgow. Elizabeth and I looked around the south side of the City and fell in love with a beautifully restored eighteenth century style weavers cottage in Calderwood, East Kilbride. A new town is a lovely place to live when you are young and we loved it. Our son was born in 1977 and altogether we had three happy years living in Scotland before work made us move home yet again! We were very sorry to leave our lovely cottage home behind, and the garden which Elizabeth designed and built. Happily our dear neighbours also liked our wee house and bought it from us to make it their home. We have stayed in touch with them all these years as they became our son David's godparents. Just recently they invited us to visit and it was so nice to go into our old home and see it so... Read more
Lanarkshire memories
My First Visit to Eaglesham Church
My first and last visit to Eaglesham church was when i was a schoolboy at lawmuir agricultural school in nearby Jackton. I must add that lawmuir was a boarding school in those days, and pupils went there on a voluntary basis, all paid for by Glasgow corporation education department, the idea was that we had half a days schooling and the other half working on the farm, the school was split into two different groups, giving the farm work a full days cover, we boarded for a fortnight at a time, and went home every second week-end, leaving one group of lads to help milk the cows, feed the pigs etc, over the week-end. our resident headmaster seemed to think that our spiritual needs required some education, so he decided that those of us who were not required on the farm, should scrub up, put away our copies of the News of the World, and pay our respects to the local vicar and his parishoners during their mid-morning service,... Read more
Lawmuir Agricultural School
I went to Lawmuir for 2 years from 1963 - 1965 when I was 12. I am now 58. Every Monday morning the bus would pick you up at one of the statues in George Square directly across from the Post Office Building and take all the boys out to Jackton. The first day I arrived I was homesick but then settled down. I enjoyed being there. It was correct that every room had to take a chance of getting up at 5:00am to milk the cows, that I regretted, the food was good and we all enjoyed ourselves at night, the teachers put on a film night which was every Monday, and Thursday night was swimming night, you were taken to baths at St Margaret Marys pool in Castlemilk and spent a couple of hours there and were brought back. Most nights they put on something to keep us happy, during the day some of us were working out on the land and the others were in the classroom... Read more
Pig Farm
As a child our dog MAC had his boarding holidays with a Mrs Crawford who had a pig farm somewhere off Strathaven Road. I remember my dad driving up the farm road to the farm and the pigs seemed so big and dirty to us little children. Mac spent his holidays at the farm while we went off to the beach somewhere. I remember one year when we came home and Mac had run away, the village postmistress's dog was in season and Mac had taken off over the hills after his lady friend. Mum was horrified.
Does anyone remember this farm and its location?
Americans Enjoying Christmas at The Silvertrees Hotel
I lived at 13 Fallside Rd, and I remember as a child going up to the hotel window with other children to see these Americans celebrating Christmas, with a real Christmas tree. I think they missed their own families because I remember them coming and talking to us. My mother came and dragged me home with an American running after her, apologising to her and explaining that they mean'nt no harm. I left Bothwell in 1949 to emigrate to South australia
Working As Staff Nurse At Western Infirmary
I worked as a staff nurse at this fine hospital for several years in the sixties. I was hired to work in the Renal Unit-however, it had not yet opened when I started. I was put to work wherever extra hands were needed until it did.
I worked Friday, Saturday & Sunday nights as I was married with a baby. I remember my husband driving up this approach to drop me off for night duty. It was a great place to work, with marvellous experience - I learned at the "scene of the accident" as we all did then. I nursed Glasgow's first kidney transplant patient, whom I will never forget. I remember being sent out in an ambulance in 1968 (I believe) when a tenement building collapsed during the night of the "Great Storm". There was a tremendous sense of camaraderie between co-workers at the Western - we all helped each other without regard to rank or job e.g. the nuses would give the cleaner a hand... Read more
Last Bus Home
So you missed the last bus home, in my case to Castlemilk from St. Enoch's Square, after a night at the Locarno. It is winter, cold, wet and windy and you know you have to do it. Stand and wait for the number '2' bus to get me into Castlemilk but never near where I lived. Oh the thought of waiting for the stupid bus at the "Square" and the dreaded walk home, which was about 2 miles from the nearest bus stop!
If that wasn't bad enough, the wrath of your mother awaited you at the other side of the door ready with all she had to lecture once again (putting it nicely) of the importance of never again missing the 10 o'clock bus again, OR ELSE.
Come Christmas, waiting seemed a treat as the lights in George Square were gleaming and somehow all was well with the world, even your mothers words didn't seem as harsh.
But did I ever miss the bus again? you bet. Can't miss... Read more
