Proud To Have Been Born In Greenock

A Memory of Greenock.

I was born in Greenock in 1953 and we left in the late 1960s, we moved to England due to the fact there was no work in Greenock. I never liked being away from all my cousins and friends but I was only young then. I went to St Joseph's school and remember it like it was yesterday. We lived on Paton Street then we got a new house in Branchton. I have since been back to my old place to be shocked at the state of the place and I sometimes wonder is it good to go back, that's why I love this site as there are loads of you out there that feel the same as me. I am pProud to be from Greenock and it's good to look at all the pictures, like one other lady was saying, we used to play concerts in the back green and we could walk down to the beach without an adult or up the hills to the cut, play ropes in the street and shout for a piece and jam when you were hungry. We would play in the old air raid shelters when we went to our auntie's, she lived on Sinclair Street and we could watch the match from her kitchen window(Morton). We used to walk to school on our own across the busy main road up through the Rankin hospital and we would take the time to stop and look at the babies through the big window. Our mum could stand at our window and watch us all the way up to the school. Now those were the good old days, no telly, only a radio, and a roaring fire at night and a long fork to toast our bread on. The only toys we got were at Christmas, yet we were so so happy, my brothers and I. We used to play kick the can, the telephone out of two cans with a bit of string, and also the stilts made in a similar way to the telephones, hide and seek and shops in the bin resess we would stand on the bins and lean over the top to sell our wares.
Yes they were good days and stood me in good stead with my own grandchildren who do what we used to do they ask us about the olden days the way I did with my Grandad xxxx