Hawksland

MY OLD HOME, STONEBYRES SMALLHOLDINGS

Hi there to everyone who reads this, it might jog your memory some, only I don't really think there are many of the old gang left now from Stonebyres estate. To jog your memory I will mention a few names from there, ok, here are some of my old friends, hope you see this and put a reply in to veryfy my letter. OK here goes: Billy, Adam, and Jean Whiteman, James and Alex Paisly, Billy and Murdo Stewart, Jack Kirk, Isaac Gray, Helen, Agnes, and Alice Miller, Tom and Anne Paisly, to mention a few of the young ones from those days. My own family was Tom, Netty, Jim, May, Gorge and myself, known as Alistair but my real name is alexander Hannah, as was my dad's name. We lived at 12 Stonebyres, also known as Deer Park as it was the deer park in the glory days of Stonebyres House which was still standing as a ruin when we went there in I think 1936 or 37,... Read more

Cafe

There was a wee shop on the High Street of Lesmahagow that my mother always took me to as a boy. Down the left side were tables where you could sit and have juice and stuff, (not sure what I had, but I bet it was gooey and good!
They sold other stuff too like toys and some other household things if my memory serves me right. I doo remember getting a little car bought for me on occasion. The thing that sticks in my mind is the transparent yellow blinds they used to stop everything in the windows being bleached by the sun. I never have seen these in use anywhere I have been since.

Stuart Beasley-Forrest
Clan Douglas

Titled."Summers in Kirkmuirhill".....My Granny Brown lived there and as a wee boy I was sent from my home in Glasgow to stay with my Granny for the summer. I loved the time there and enjoyed the fequent walks with my Uncle Dan down by the river Nethan, where he would guddle for trout. There was a pub on the main road and a little shop was nest to it. On a Friday my uncle always said he was going to see a "man about a dog". Naturally he was going to the pub. I would walk along with him and waited on the wall beside the pub with a "jotter" and pencil in my hand which he gave me to copy down the registration of any cars and buses passing. Of course in those days hardly anyone had a car and the bus passed every hour. Needless to say I never logged too many numbers. I still have fond memories of those days and think of it often in Canada... Read more

Mrs Smith's Farm at Coalburn

I remember a stunning girlfriend, Rosemary Smith,  whose family farmed at Coalburn. We met while both working and studying in Manchester and I remember our visit to her mother's farm at Coalburn in 1968.  THere were fields of sheep, rain, sheep, trees, rain, lovely farmstead, rain, coal fire, rain, her old A40 Countryman estate car, rain etc!  A lovely place and a lovely girl. When we met I had no idea at all of either her farming or her Scottish background and I fell in love with it all. Around seven years later I moved to East Kilbride and worked in Glasgow and I recall that each time I drove up and down the old A74 between Glasgow and London I could see Mrs Smith's farm from my car. Happy memories!

Harold Brook, Hairdresser

Can anyone emember my grandad, Harold Brook of Coalburn, he was a hairdresser?

East Kilbride

I have a relative who lived in East Kilbride. I am not sure but I think it was my mother's brother - his name would be Archibauld and they lived on a farm. This would be in the 1940s. My mothers maiden name was Jean Archibauld and she married Thomas Hendry in 1990. Anybody know our family I would love to hear from you. John Hendry.

Wilson of Braidwood

My brother and I were packed off to Scotland from London each summer to visit our ancestral homeland, whence we would visit our Aunt Daisy and Uncle Adam at their place next to the old Braidwood school near the bottom of the village. This was always a real treat. The wonderful garden that sloped steeply down to the stream at the back of the house. The grape vine and its delicious tasting grapes from the greenhouse. The curling stones sat, redundant. Aunt Daisy's delicious teas. The walks she would take us on, to the Tower of Halbar, the old coal mine etc. Daisy was the only sister of my grandfather Robert, who was one of four brothers and who originally lived in a house opposite, in lower Braidwood overlooking the Clyde valley and Tinto Hill in the distance. Wonderfull memories!
Keith Wilson, 2008.