Nostalgic memories of Twechar's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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My father William Whigham ( originally form West Calder) moved through to live and work in Twechar ( he might have stayed with relatives in Kirkintilloch) in 1926. He worked in the pit but as it was the General Strike then I am not sure what the circumstances would have been - maybe a private pit?
If anyone has any info about Twechar in those days I would be very grateful.
Many Thanks
John
I owned Barr Farm for twelve years, and poured my heart and soul into that building, the views from our living room out across the canal to the Campsie Fells was beautiful. The Antonine wall ran through my garden, once an Italian couple walking up the hill asked me if I could tell them where the wall was !, I think they thought it was still visible, I said 'walk no further', I will show you it....
Twechar was a brilliant ...see more
I would like ti know if there are any of my old mates are still there my name was ina Namylor loved living there. my head teacher was mr browm my first teacher was mrs neil mr smith to words the end as I left to go to England I left in 1964 had loads of fun in that bloody burn most of fell in every week never got ill maybe a back side hurt a bit when I got in jim rankin was in my class nan atkin jimma batchlor
I lived at Mid Shirva Farm from 1950 till 1964. My father was the byreman, he was known as Wee Jock and my mum was Jan. I had a happy time growing up there; the summers seemed to be endless. I played in the fields during the harvest, following behind the workers with my dog trailing behind me. No shortage of babysitters, we always watched for the northern lights over the Campsie Hills, what a sight, I have never ...see more
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.
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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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.
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 ...see more