Nostalgic memories of Glenboig's local history

Share your own memories of Glenboig 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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Displaying Memories 11 - 16 of 16 in total

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I recall my first day at Our Lady and St Joseph's in Glenboig, Sept. 1962, Miss Docherty our teacher who rapped my knuckles when I wrote with my left hand, no longer after I relayed the story to my Mother! Words were axchanged and I still write left handed!Great times, at the loch, the Inchie,and in and around the brickworks, innocent days. I am writing a book and Glenboig features heavily, along with the ...see more
I worked as an apprentice coach painter in Archibald Grays at the time. It was the coldest winter I had ever known. We went on strike over the conditions we were working in, because the heating had packed in (the diesel had frozen in the tank), but being daft, being apprentices, we didn't know that we weren't allowed to strike. We went back to work with our tails between our legs and just got on with it. Now, all ...see more
I was brought up in Glenboig. I went to the school that sank, what great memories I have of the old teachers, Mr Mcafee, Mr Gallacher, Mr O'Neill, Mrs Hughes, Mrs Deerie, Mrs Egan and Mrs Clinton in Room 1. I had moved away by the time the school was demolished and I never got to see it beforehand. I remember lovely warm summer days playing in Inchnie and down by the loch, the swans, and taking frogs home and ...see more
I was brought up in Glenboig. We moved to England in 1973, however I have great memories. I remember going to the old St Joseph' School that sank, so we had to go to St Barbara's in Muirhead. I made my holy communion in the old chapel next to the old school. We stayed in the old pre-fabs and then went to live in Easdale Path. I can remember the gas houses being built. My twin brother and I had many friends in Glenboig. I get a lump in my throat every time I come back.
I moved to Glenboig from Moodiesburn, ten days before my tenth birthday. I was lucky to make friends easily and made some fantastic mates. Miners and steel workers were the life and soul  of the village. I spent many years there, with a happy, innocent life. Religion aside, everything was so simple. Chopper bikes and rope swings up "Inchnie" were a source of many a summer holiday. Happy days....