I was very proud to have made this film that allowed the former residents of Bothwellhaugh to voice their memories of the village. Now that I'm a professional in television there's so much I'd do differently from my old college days however this was in many ways the crowning achievement in college that year and I'm very proud of the journey I went on making this and all the wonderful people I met whilst developing and filming it. It's hard to believe that it will be a decade next year since I first pitched, filmed and spoke to the BBC amongst others and it taught me a lot about the industry and actually did help shape the successful career I have now.
It was great to see this film, I was only born about 5yrs before Bothwehaugh came to its end, but my granda grew up there and his parents were residents there for many years, although my granda left long before the end, but my mums aunt lived there till she died, I always remember my mum talking about going to see her at the Pailis,
I was born August 23,1938 at #10 Clyde Street, Bothwellhaugh Scotland. I now live in Chattanooga, Tennessee. My mother's name maiden name was Jane Dowie Robertson. I am still in touch with my mother's family who now live in Bellshill or close by.
+William Coulter My dad was born 11th June 1938 in the post office. My great grandmother was the midwife, so theres a good chance she delivered you into the world. The family address was Clyde street, although my gran and granddad had moved to East Lothian, they went back to Bothwellhaugh for his birth as apparently they had to pay for GPs and midwives in those days....
I moved to Bothwellhaugh when I married and lived at 14 Raith Place ,home of my in-laws the Macfarlane's. They emigrated to Canada in 1948 and my husband Struther and I ,formerly May McLaren, and our son also Struther, followed them in 1952. I still correspond with my husband's cousin Elizabeth Fox who lives in Uddingston and whose parents also lived in the village.
I lived in clyde place with a family called Marshal during and after the 2cnd world war they had two daughters Jessie and wee may I remember playing at the old roman bridge and going to the pit head to meet Mr Marshal who i called da.I went to the local school for a while.At the back of clyde place was a slag heap called the Bing at the bottom was the railway into the coalmine called the palais.Ioften had a ride on the footplate of the steem engine in and out the mine.Anyone know the marshalls?
Hi there the BBC actually screened a version of events regarding the village in the early 2000's. That was ultimately what ruled out a commission for this version.
How pleasing to know that this horrible place is now history; this commentary is complete and utter tosh! My Mother and her twin sister still have very vivid dark memories of living at 30 Raith Place, Bothwellhaugh before the Second World War. Their Step-Father, David McAleese had managed to get management job at the nearby Pallis Mine, owned by the Duke of Hamilton, and so had moved there with his wife Bridget and the twins. On Thursday the 27th of January 1938, ("Burn's night") David lost his job: simply because he and the family were Catholic. A fact that David had stayed quite about, because of the sectarianism at Bothwellhaugh: it was an "Orange village." That cold and dark night this so called "friendly and good community" came to the door and evicted my family onto the street; whilst others crowded around, watched and jeered. A village and mine owned by the Duke of Hamilton; an admirer and pro-Fascist friend of Hitler, whose deputy, Rudolf Hess flew to see in May 1941 in the hope of getting his help in getting Britain to pull out of the war. A senior Scottish shit of questionable trust and taste in politics; much reflected by the Bothwellhaugh brethren employed by him. I'm so glad it's been raised to the ground and flooded; it's a shame those bully Billy boy bastards didn't suffer the same fate!
Hi William, I went to school in Bothwellhaugh. My first school St Brides. I remember the bing above the old N D school and then THE ABERFAN DISASTER. In my thinking at that time its sill with me. We are here they are KNOT Tied
I was very proud to have made this film that allowed the former residents of Bothwellhaugh to voice their memories of the village. Now that I'm a professional in television there's so much I'd do differently from my old college days however this was in many ways the crowning achievement in college that year and I'm very proud of the journey I went on making this and all the wonderful people I met whilst developing and filming it. It's hard to believe that it will be a decade next year since I first pitched, filmed and spoke to the BBC amongst others and it taught me a lot about the industry and actually did help shape the successful career I have now.
It was very interesting, thank you
Brilliant film. There was another one on in the 1990’s BBC Scotland but this one is far better and more accurate.
My mum is 73 now and was born and raised there but left before it was brought down. This video footage brought many good memories back to here. Thanks
is she still alive
Aunt and uncle stayed there..memories.
It was great to see this film, I was only born about 5yrs before Bothwehaugh came to its end, but my granda grew up there and his parents were residents there for many years, although my granda left long before the end, but my mums aunt lived there till she died, I always remember my mum talking about going to see her at the Pailis,
My wee gran and papa lived there before they moved to Caledonian avenue. X
this is a fantastic film im going to share this as this will bring back lots of memories x
Nice video
I was born August 23,1938 at #10 Clyde Street, Bothwellhaugh Scotland. I now live in Chattanooga, Tennessee. My mother's name maiden name was Jane Dowie Robertson. I am still in touch with my mother's family who now live in Bellshill or close by.
+William Coulter My dad was born 11th June 1938 in the post office. My great grandmother was the midwife, so theres a good chance she delivered you into the world. The family address was Clyde street, although my gran and granddad had moved to East Lothian, they went back to Bothwellhaugh for his birth as apparently they had to pay for GPs and midwives in those days....
Hi William my great great grandparents George and Margaret Robertson lived in 6 Douglas Place in 1901 they had a son George who was 17 in 1901
I moved to Bothwellhaugh when I married and lived at 14 Raith Place ,home of my in-laws the Macfarlane's. They emigrated to Canada in 1948 and my husband Struther and I ,formerly May McLaren, and our son also Struther, followed them in 1952. I still correspond with my husband's cousin Elizabeth Fox who lives in Uddingston and whose parents also lived in the village.
You were born no10 Clyde place. There was no Clyde street!.
Very interesting 😉
Very interesting,live over in hamilton not to far from the racecourse so not a million miles from where the village was.
Hi,who can I speak to about getting more information about this video and the content?
I lived in clyde place with a family called Marshal during and after the 2cnd world war they had two daughters Jessie and wee may I remember playing at the old roman bridge and going to the pit head to meet Mr Marshal who i called da.I went to the local school for a while.At the back of clyde place was a slag heap called the Bing at the bottom was the railway into the coalmine called the palais.Ioften had a ride on the footplate of the steem engine in and out the mine.Anyone know the marshalls?
Why hasn't BBC Scotland done a full blown documentary on this???? There must be hundreds of places like this in Scotland.
Hi there the BBC actually screened a version of events regarding the village in the early 2000's. That was ultimately what ruled out a commission for this version.
How pleasing to know that this horrible place is now history; this commentary is complete and utter tosh! My Mother and her twin sister still have very vivid dark memories of living at 30 Raith Place, Bothwellhaugh before the Second World War. Their Step-Father, David McAleese had managed to get management job at the nearby Pallis Mine, owned by the Duke of Hamilton, and so had moved there with his wife Bridget and the twins. On Thursday the 27th of January 1938, ("Burn's night") David lost his job: simply because he and the family were Catholic. A fact that David had stayed quite about, because of the sectarianism at Bothwellhaugh: it was an "Orange village." That cold and dark night this so called "friendly and good community" came to the door and evicted my family onto the street; whilst others crowded around, watched and jeered. A village and mine owned by the Duke of Hamilton; an admirer and pro-Fascist friend of Hitler, whose deputy, Rudolf Hess flew to see in May 1941 in the hope of getting his help in getting Britain to pull out of the war. A senior Scottish shit of questionable trust and taste in politics; much reflected by the Bothwellhaugh brethren employed by him. I'm so glad it's been raised to the ground and flooded; it's a shame those bully Billy boy bastards didn't suffer the same fate!
First class rant sir, to be commended!
Hi William, I went to school in Bothwellhaugh. My first school St Brides. I remember the bing above the old N D school and then THE ABERFAN DISASTER. In my thinking at that time its sill with me. We are here they are KNOT Tied
Place was an absolute shit hole good riddens
Hi I went to St. Bride,s . From Jan 55 to Dec 61 then St Saviours.but we were too young know about the dark side.
Bitter as the ones you speak off. Well done