I'm astonished with your mum worked as a tailoress, made clothes for the family,had nine children and cooked and cleaned the hoose. OMG I can't believe my ears 😊
My cousin was on Come Dancing in the 1960’s - was crowned Ballroom Queen one year! The Hamden Roar could be heard all over the city; as could the ships’ horns from the Clyde at midnight on Hogmanay. Stale bread broken up and soaked overnight in water, with a few sultanas in it, became “saps” for breakfast when we’d run out of porridge. The cardboard from a porridge box was saved to line shoes when the soles wore out & there wasn’t the money to get them re-soled. Happy days!
That was just fantastic i shed a tear at some bits but laughed my head of at other bits You took me back and i could picture the single end Keep them coming PLEASE 😢😢😢
Wonderfully evocative. I was born in Elizabeth Street in 1949. Can recognise all of this. My parents were Polish and were Catholic. My dad used to go to Ibrox and support Rangers (as did I) without really understanding any of the religious implications. When I first went to school, it was run by nuns. I was brought home a few days after I started and they told my Dad he was supporting the wrong lot!! The only "pocket money" I ever got was going round the streets with my pals looking for empty bottles which you would take to a shop to get the 2d or 3d deposit back.
Shame the picture shown is NOT from that very poor era looks to me taken 1970s A picture of the streets and tenements of the 1950s would have been more evocative of the poor times the lady is speaking about .
Love the stories I’m a Paisley buddy born 1945 , great memories of growing up in Paisley .. seeing the likes of Stanley Baxter Jimmy Logan at the Paisley theatre queuing up to get into the Gods , Jimmy was a Paisley buddy can Remember my motheralso . going to Glasgow to the Baras . To get Bargains even recall Paddy’s market... also On the steam Train to Stevenson Great days out so many happy memories . What a different world we live in now ...☹
I was born 1955Pollockshaws . We moved to england in 1960 and were supposed to emigrate to Canada after 2years so to my eternal regret I missed the the closeness and the friend's hip . I lost contact with my fathers side completely , and have for many years have made serious efforts to trace them , to no avail. I am a lost soul but forever a Glaswegian
I remember being called the Millibar kid because I had arid an tin horse and the full Milli bar. Out I was called the milkybar kid sat on my tin horse on the pavement with my my cowboy hat and waistcoat .I was 4 years old
Born 54. We lived in Calder street then Fourth Street in Pollokshields. I have fond memories of playing outside and going into Central Station. 1964 left for Sydney. Now live in London.
Great days : finding an iron Bru bottle , getting the deposit back and heading off for broken biscuits . The bogey man ! Also 'The Cruelty Boys' , My mother was always saying "they'll have to get the cruelty boys on to me" meaning she was about to give me a slap . The Barras , whelks and Danny's Delicious Donuts spring to mind .
Our family from Bridgeton was evacuated during the War to Torrens Castle and I was born in July 45 IN LENNOX CASTLE... which was used as a maternity hospital then, instead of it's regular use.. The Nut Hoose..
I used to sit outside the big hut in tha park where the auld men in bunnets and pipes used to be sitting inside, I became hooked on the smell, I don't smoke now but on occasion will go into a proper tobacconist to get my fix
Loved your stories I came from Bridgeton just like yourself played outside all day stayed in main Street aunties stayed at Bridgeton cross mother had to come and look for me at dinner time played up and down summer street on our skates tied with string l had three jobs at thirteen happy days Evelyn Bain
Just like you Jean but I,m an Airdrieonian! Born in Rawyards.. Hated school! Loved going walks ( nae money.) Running messages playing in the streets,safe. Used to go into Glasgow on the tramcars, auld shooglies! We had a great childhood! Pity the weans now ,kept in cannot go out to play street games Ike us ,sad!
Far too many bad men around with cars now days, your k I d could be snapped up and gone in seconds, accidentally stopped this happen a few years back, seen story from Dublin arabs trying to get 13 year old into car, parents must have nightmares now compared to your time.
The blankets the woman had in paddys market where called there dollops which had a varied selection of old clothes shoes, brick a brac these people were known as hawkers.
Loved the baras every Saturday. So much going on
I'm astonished with your mum worked as a tailoress, made clothes for the family,had nine children and cooked and cleaned the hoose. OMG I can't believe my ears 😊
My cousin was on Come Dancing in the 1960’s - was crowned Ballroom Queen one year! The Hamden Roar could be heard all over the city; as could the ships’ horns from the Clyde at midnight on Hogmanay. Stale bread broken up and soaked overnight in water, with a few sultanas in it, became “saps” for breakfast when we’d run out of porridge. The cardboard from a porridge box was saved to line shoes when the soles wore out & there wasn’t the money to get them re-soled. Happy days!
Jean is a master story teller. Thank you for sharing these wonderful memories and making me laugh. Please can we have some more?! xx
Aye ! . 💪🏻 gawn yersel’ lass 🎩 …
Candy Apples Wulks n mussssselssss 👀 MMMMMMM GLESGA’s 🪃 .
Tormusk … Scarrel … NEW ROAD ! .
That was just fantastic i shed a tear at some bits but laughed my head of at other bits You took me back and i could picture the single end Keep them coming PLEASE 😢😢😢
Wonderfully evocative. I was born in Elizabeth Street in 1949. Can recognise all of this. My parents were Polish and were Catholic. My dad used to go to Ibrox and support Rangers (as did I) without really understanding any of the religious implications. When I first went to school, it was run by nuns. I was brought home a few days after I started and they told my Dad he was supporting the wrong lot!! The only "pocket money" I ever got was going round the streets with my pals looking for empty bottles which you would take to a shop to get the 2d or 3d deposit back.
Shame the picture shown is NOT from that very poor era looks to me taken 1970s
A picture of the streets and tenements of the 1950s would have been more evocative of the poor times the lady is speaking about .
Fair enjoyed your story Jean made me remember thing when I was young, you are very good at story telling,looking forward to hearing more.Thankyou.
This is beautiful, this stuff needs to be recorded by any media available.
Love the stories I’m a Paisley buddy born 1945 , great memories of growing up in Paisley .. seeing the likes of Stanley Baxter Jimmy Logan at the Paisley theatre queuing up to get into the Gods , Jimmy was a Paisley buddy can Remember my motheralso . going to Glasgow to the Baras . To get Bargains even recall Paddy’s market... also On the steam Train to Stevenson Great days out so many happy memories . What a different world we live in now ...☹
Very interesting , thank you !
Excellent podcast
i was born in vermont street kinning park in 1953 and loved the area we had the subway ,trams trolley buses, and the ferry which was really convenient
Due to the Scots in the SAS, the code for one of their main operations was called "Barras".
I was born 1955Pollockshaws . We moved to england in 1960 and were supposed to emigrate to Canada after 2years so to my eternal regret I missed the the closeness and the friend's hip . I lost contact with my fathers side completely , and have for many years have made serious efforts to trace them , to no avail. I am a lost soul but forever a Glaswegian
Do hope you find your fathers side of family 👌🤞🙏👍📿
Thank you Lesley
I remember being called the Millibar kid because I had arid an tin horse and the full Milli bar. Out
I was called the milkybar kid sat on my tin horse on the pavement with my my cowboy hat and waistcoat .I was 4 years old
Born 54. We lived in Calder street then Fourth Street in Pollokshields. I have fond memories of playing outside and going into Central Station. 1964 left for Sydney. Now live in London.
Great days : finding an iron Bru bottle , getting the deposit back and heading off for broken biscuits .
The bogey man ! Also 'The Cruelty Boys' , My mother was always saying "they'll have to get the cruelty boys on to me" meaning she was about to give me a slap .
The Barras , whelks and Danny's Delicious Donuts spring to mind .
Our family from Bridgeton was evacuated during the War to Torrens Castle and I was born in July 45 IN LENNOX CASTLE... which was used as a maternity hospital then, instead of it's regular use.. The Nut Hoose..
Plantation st was in kinning park off paisley rd west
I used to sit outside the big hut in tha park where the auld men in bunnets and pipes used to be sitting inside, I became hooked on the smell, I don't smoke now but on occasion will go into a proper tobacconist to get my fix
What a great memory! Thank you for sharing
My best friend at school, was the park keepers son, so I used to go into the park after it closed and ride my bike on the paths
Loved your stories I came from Bridgeton just like yourself played outside all day stayed in main Street aunties stayed at Bridgeton cross mother had to come and look for me at dinner time played up and down summer street on our skates tied with string l had three jobs at thirteen happy days Evelyn Bain
Used to roller skate there too. Happy days. Lived an born in Dalserf Street.
Just like you Jean but I,m an Airdrieonian!
Born in Rawyards.. Hated school! Loved going walks ( nae money.) Running messages playing in the streets,safe.
Used to go into Glasgow on the tramcars, auld shooglies!
We had a great childhood! Pity the weans now ,kept in cannot go out to play street games
Ike us ,sad!
Far too many bad men around with cars now days, your k I d could be snapped up and gone in seconds, accidentally stopped this happen a few years back, seen story from Dublin arabs trying to get 13 year old into car, parents must have nightmares now compared to your time.
The blankets the woman had in paddys market where called there dollops which had a varied selection of old clothes shoes, brick a brac these people were known as hawkers.
Get yer bliddy room tidied up. Dae ye think this is Paddy's Market? 🤣🏴
When the Castlelatte boys crossed the River Cart in numbers , the Cassie's , we disappeared home .