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Childhood in Moodiesburn
I remember staying in Beechgrove just at the begining of the electric scheme, we had some very happy memories of the glen, Bedlay Castle, and going for walks down the luggie for a swim. Mr and Mrs Brown stayed in number 1, we were in 3, the Ewarts were in 5, the Greers in 7, Mr and Mrs Muir were in 9 and a Polish couple were staying in number 11. All our friends stayed round the corner in Deepdene and Wellbrae - the Mitchells, the Rileys, the Slavens, the Johnstones and Chambells. Later on the Shevlins and Mcgiffs would move into our street. It was a great place to stay, everyone looked after each other. Wee Mattie Dinardo used to do the bus runs in the summer to Portabello or Ayr. Wee Byrls was where the Chinese shop is and the Blanefeild bus parked in front of the wooden houses. Mr Johnstone was the janitor at our school, St. Michael's, before him it was Mr Tonner. We used to... Read more
Miners Strike
My father (Robert Summers born Dec 1916) was 6 months old when his father was killed in Ypers. A few years later my gran remarried a miner, James MacLachlan, an ex Cameronian. My father told me a story of how, during the strike and at the age of 5 or 6, he came home from school to see the village people crowded on the street shouting and cheering. He saw his mother, holding his baby brother in her arms and wrapped in a shawl, she drew my father into her side and through the crowd he could see his step-father and another miner, who had broken some strike rule, bare-knuckle fighting in the street. He described my grandfather as being stripped to the waist with his trousers held up with a big studded belt, a belt I remember seeing him wear when I was a young child. My grandfather had challenged the man for doing wrong. He described the village as having a dirt road with miners' rows down either... Read more
My Home
I was raised in Twechar but left there when I was 8. I am now 45 and my memories are still strong of Twechar. I am very homesick still. I look at Twechar on google earth and I see the changes. I wish I could come home. I still remember all the people there, and going on a double-decker buss to school in Kirky from Twechar.
Visit to Auntie's
I remember being quite excited when Mum (Jessie Beattie} and I would take the bus from Blantyre to Glasgow and then another to Lennoxton to visit my father's sister Mary Richmond {nee Blair} and my 3 cousins Jean, Claude and Samuel. We took this route regularly. The round trip would take us all day. They lived in Janesfield Place then, and did so for many years. I enjoyed listening to the stories of their days on the farm in Twechar. My father was William Beattie from Twechar farm, Twechar. I moved to Australia and lost touch. I would love to contact any of the Richmond or Furness families. Marion Anderson {nee Beattie}
Twechar
I left Twechar for good, or bad, in 1973, and although I was happy to get out and see a bit of the world, I still remember so much about my time there.
I recall, being about 5 and kneeling on a couch and looking out the window towards the Campsies it always seemed to be raining. Yet thinking of that time still gives me peace of mind. Also summers spent up in the woods or in the glen, we could go all day on a couple of brunt spuds. I am glad to have come from Twechar, and hope everyone there is well and happy. I live far away now in a crowded hectic city, and even though I wouldn't live anywhere else, I still miss the beautiful quiet countryside around Twechar.
Bus to Kirkintillock to School From Twechar.
I came to Twechar to visit my Grandfather and Grandmother, who lived in 15 Mc Donald Crescent when I was a young lad of 8 or 9. I went to school in St Niniann's, Kirkintilloch after my Mum and Dad (John Differ) moved to Glasgow. I remember the old PUG steam engine puffing its way past their window going to and from the local collieries.
First Love
I remember meeting a girl at the 'stute', a dance hall in Kirkintilloch, falling in love with her, then breaking up, then finding her 2 years later then breaking up, but having a wonderful time walking up the Crow Road on Sundays, going to the pictures on Saturdays, the 'stute' on Tuesdays, it was a great time in my life. Hope you are well Kathleen O'Rourke, thanks for the wonderful memories. Wullie.
