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Memories of Harthill
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Polkemmit Pit
In 1929 as a six year old boy it was great fun to meeet the miners coming home from the pit and to ask them for a pit piece (a pitpiece is leftovers from the miner's lunch) One day I asked a blackfaced miner for a piece but unfortunately it turned out to be my brother in law Hughie McCall, my sister Agnes Grierson's husband.
I got into enormous trouble when I got home and mum and dad found I was cadging for food.
Years Gone By.
I was born at 22 Victoria Street, Harthill and went to Harthill Primary School. I lived with my mum, Mary Carson, and grannie and grandad Margaret and Jimmy Carson until we left for England about 1954-55. I remember going on walks up to Balbakie Bing, and over to Pedens Stone. I remember playing in the burn with my cousins James and Campbell Carson and also my other cousin, Maralyn Cox. I remember going to the sweet shop half way up the street, and going to the shows with my mum to the park at the back of the houses in Victoria Street. I remember going to see friends of hers who lived in Albert Street across the back somewhere. I also remember going down the main street to the Co-operative with my grannie, and across the main road to the swing park. If anyone has any old photos of Harthill I would love to see them, especially any of Harthill Gala Day, as I remember being on a float and... Read more
Lanarkshire memories
Growing Up
I remember the long hot nights when we would all play football down the park till it got dark, the shops on the main street when you could buy any kind of sweets (or nick them if you were skint he,he), the bridge that divided the two halfs of Salsburgh, the club we used to watch our parents in on a Saturday night, thinking it would be great to be in there, and the gala day when if you didn't walk in the parade you never got a bag.
The Village Where I Grew up
I was born in Salsburgh. I moved to England 38 years ago. It has changed a lot since I left with new houses etc. I pass through a few times a year and often wonder how many people I knew still live in the village. It was nice to live in the country with all the fresh air. That's the only thing I miss about the village.
Hartwood Hospital
My great-grandmother Annie Rhinds was admitted to Hartwood hospital in January 1925 after her husband William Rhinds was killed in a mining accident. Annie died in 1942 at the hospital. My grandfather Myles Rhinds and my mother Annie Rhinds made their way back to Scotland for the funeral but arrived too late. William's brother Benjamin died there in 1905. Are there any photographs or patients' records that can be searched?
Personal Memories of A Child
I was born in 1942 and by the time I was five years old I has a brother and two sisters. My mum and dad used to send me up to Longriggend for weekends and holidays, probably because my mum was so busy with the other three and anyway I loved going to Longriggend to the house where my father was born. My grangmother lived at No 90 Main Street (the house is still there) and I spent many long happy holidays in that house. I particularly remember the hard winter of 1947 when I was up at my grandmother's for a weekend and got snowed in. I don't know how long I was there but the bulldozers came every night to clear the roads. I remember my Great-Uncle John telling me that the snow was up to the height of the telegraph poles all the way down telegraph road that led to Eastfield and Caldercruix. He was my dad's uncle and was the only person I knew who owned... Read more
Playing Out in Kilmichael Avenue
My happiest memories of our street is of me and my sisters playing with our friends. We played all sorts of games ... skipping ropes ... peever ... tig ... film stars ... swaping scraps ... We were never bored, in fact we enjoyed ourselves so much that we hated when night time came and we were called in to go to bed. We never had much money, but we were always happy.
