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Darroch Park
Darrock Park was my play ground almost every day. The whole park was kept in great condition,the 18 hole putting green, tennis courts and of course watching folk on the bowling greens. I walked throught he park on my way home from Gourock Primary School and often took a detour into the walled gardens and through the green houses. The park is now a shadow of it's former self, I return to Gourock as often as I can and know that I'm lucky to have enjoyed the park when I did.
Campsie Family History
My name is Ronnie Campsey, my family is said to have left Scotland in 1640, the name was changed in America. I was told they left in 1640 and went to Ireland and stayed there until 1793 when they came to America on the ship 'Liberty' in 1793. I am hoping someone can tell or help me find some information of my family history in Scotland, it is said they left because of religious persecutions.
My Family...The Masons
My great grandparents lived in the schoolhouse in Campsie in the early 1900s. They had 6 children I think. My mum, Mary Mason Robertson, was born in 1924 and often stayed there, sleeping in the cupboard bed at the top of the stairs which frightened her! All her life she was claustrophobic and blamed this. I have visited the Clachan of Campsie many times and feel so at peace there.
In Bonnie Scotland
In Bonnie Scotland
The road back to Campsie Glen
Is a forty-year long tunnel of mist!
Dug deep into the cut bedrock of memory,
And neatly knitted in the multi-storey labyrinth
Of pouring passions, in pounding poems!!
There, Bobby Burns resides - and presides
And walks tall in the midst of thickly woods;
With pine trees towering highest above the tides
That prick the backs and bellies of distant seas,
And smother the chimneys of distant dales,
And tickle the beacons of distant shores!
There, sat he; a wild alien gypsy barbarian
Tenderly entertained by a bonny lass
In chastity white-lace; revealing dress!
She stood fair among the thistles and the lilies:
"Like a red-red rose that's newly sprung in June!"
And he stared-still, staggering and unfit:
Like a fake-fiddle "un-sweetly played off-tune!"
Libidinous, feverish and ridiculous;
His devils ran their brutish wildest!
And the needle-leaves poured over his head
Like the flood-rain of caustic curses,
Or fires from showers of... Read more
Brothers Birthday
My name now is Gary Smith, I was known as Gary Gourlay. My memory from Quarrier's during this time was when my brother James Gourlay bought me and himself a chopper/tomahawk bike, with his birthday money. This was totally unexpected and this stays with me all my days, even though we had nothing we had a bond that was stronger than I knew at the time, and for him to spend his birthday money on me shows the special person my brother is. Well that's all for now. I've got college work to do.
Not my Personal Memorys But as Told to me
My next door neighbour Jean was put into Quarriers along with her older sister and brother by her father who was off to serve King and Country as her mother had died in childbirth and as they had no money nobody wanted them. Jean is now 95 years old but her memory is strong and she remembers her life there as she has been in homes all her life, even being put in mental institutes in her early 20s, you didnt have to be proved mad in those days they just had to say you were. Anyhow Jean remembers the cottages they had where they had house mothers and fathers, boys were trained in going to war and girls were taught needlework. But it wasn't all fun and games, you had to work hard for your keep and if you had no family that was willing to take you on, then you went from home to home. She was put into Quarriers in 1916, she does not remember her father... Read more
Quarriers Were The Happiest Days of my Life.
My name is Elizabeth Bonner, but then it was Elizabeth Esnol. I lived in Cottage 3 with Agnes, the Mcdonalds and Anne, Margaret, and Josephine Murray, and Aunty Irene Munzy, Aunty Anne (House Mother), and Mrs Mac the cleaner. The absolute best years of my life! So happy! so loved! and so safe and protected from the outside world in the most beautiful place I ever lived in with the most wonderful memories I will forever cherish. My only regret was when Quarriers children, including myself, had to leave, way back in 1979, when I was only ten years of age. Quarriers was for me my whole life, all I ever knew, and wanted, and needed. xxx
