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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?
Lanarkshire memories
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.
Memories of Newmains
My family moved to Newmains from Overtown, we lived in Woodside Crescent. My dad worked in Kingshill pit in Allanton. We always played in the street or went swimming in the Melvin. I attended Allanton primary school then Newmains J S.
Growing up in Bonkle 1955-1965
I can remember going daily to Woody Point to play ,and Marjorie Archibald's horses, Flash and Storm...and the 2 wee ponies at Woody Point, Taffy and Percy.. .great days we had, me and Christine Tyrie, building our houses in the trees. I left Bonkle to go to Braedale in 1965 and had great times there. Being one of nine we were always kept busy, down the burn, at the water swings, and up at the old slag bing. By Elaine Kyle.
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.
First Memories
This was the year I was born in what was then seen as Parkside because it was the top half of the village. I was born in Knownoble Street and some of my most earliest memories were of being raised in a three generation household. Then of sneaking through a neighbourghs garden to get to the swing park. Of Scott's Farm where fresh milk came from every day and of Allen's shop where Besty was not only the teacher but the one that kept it running with her Mother. Then when I was a little older I moved closer to Allen's shop on Biggar Road right handy for the bus stop for going to and from School.
