Days Gone By

A Memory of Greenock.

I remember the Blitz and losing family at 43/45 Belville Street. I was only 7 then didn't fully realize the overall mayhem of these two nights in May 1941. My dad moved us all to New Lanark where we stayed for two years before returning to Greenock. Old enough then to chase troop trains and watch all of the great liners come into the Tail of the Bank.