Nostalgic memories of Newarthill's local history

Share your own memories of Newarthill and read what others have said

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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Like everyone else growing up in Newarthill, life wasn’t easy, as times were tough in the 50s and 60s and I suppose in many ways it is today. But back then people really had nothing, but one thing I do remember - people helped one another when it really mattered, aye they would give a pint a milk here and a cup of sugar there. The essence was, that they cared for each other and if people ...see more
Tosh and I and easy pickings Hi everyone, It's me again with the continuation of my wee story. I was taken by surprise how many people liked and responded to the story about Burnside Rd and my wee pal Thomas (Tosh) McGarry and it has gave me the inspiration to write more of the same. I am proud to say that I can guarantee this we story is ...see more
Every now and then I reminisce and take a trip down memory lane, of my childhood days growing up in Newarthill on Burnside Rd. I remember Tosh McGarry and I going to Father Gillan's jumble sale and buying an old fox fur stole. We slit it down the middle with our penknives and had a length each that we tied around our head and became the Davy Crocket twins. Penknife in hands and our fathers wood axes ...see more
My memories are of my grandparents staying in their little house on Biggar Road, my sisters and I would walk down a lane which was called the Metal Raw, travellers camped there. We would keep going till we reached my aunty's prefab, other cousins' sisters would walk back and play in Masons slaughterhouse. Our aunt also had a farm on Biggar Road. Happy days. Newarthill was very small at that time, bakers and butchers came in vans to sell their wares.