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Streets of Bridgeton
Muslin Street
May 2002
Muslin Street taken at junction of Old Dalmarnock Road looking west
towards Main Street.
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Extract from e-mail, Thelma
Thomson (Greenlees), Brisbane, Australia, Sept.2002 (email tba )
"I
just love the photographs of Bridgeton. My Dad John Greenlees lived
at 2 Muslin Street until he came to Australia in 1924.
His mother and sister stayed in Bridgeton until just prior to the
Second World War. Dad attended John Street High. Dad's
Great Grandfather had a weavers shop on the corner of Muslin
Street & Main Street in the 1800s..... I have visited
Bridgeton a couple of times. It was amazing the first time - I just
caught the bus from the City and was able to go straight to Dad's
place just from remembering him speak about Bridgeton. Although he
was in Australia for 50 years he still had a broad accent and was
always a 'Brigton Boy'.."
(E-mail: tba
)
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Extract from e-mail,
Bernadette May, New Jersey, USA, July.2002 (email tba )
"How about that crabby old woman who ran the sweet shop at the
corner of Muslin St and Main St and looked at us all like we
were shoplifters when we went in. Remember her?
I went to Sacred Heart and to Charlotte St. I grew up on Reid
St in the late 60s early seventies.
Your memories certainly brought back more, esp of other people I
used to know there." |
Extract from guestbook, Agnes Caldwell,
Western Australia, Age 51-60 Feb.2003 (email tba )
Born Muslin Street.. It is so good clicking on this site every day and seeing new entries
but as yet no one i know. I know all the streets that they name but just not the people. I
enjoyed the story about Templetons
and how her Grandmother survived only to pass away three weeks later
from the effects of the fire,that was so sad,and all those other
poor families loosing their loved ones. I had never heard of that
fire until i read Mary's story and i bet there are a lot of other
Glaswegiens didn't either.
My Ma and Da told us kids (there where six of
us)John,Rosemary,Charles,Lena,Arthur,and myself lots of stories
about their lives and growing up and we used to sit there so
engrossed,and sometimes in fits of laughter at some of the
situations they got themselves into. One my Ma told us was when she
used to do cleaning and she was coming home one night and she saw
this little brown parcel,she bent over picked it up and put it in
her bag and couldn't wait to get home to open it,she caught the tram
and i think it was the longest ride she ever had,she got off the
tram rushed home ( i think she beat the one minute mile )got in the
house took the parcel out of her back and started to open it, untied
the string,then unwrapped the paper,( are you excited yet ? :o) )
when she opened it staring up at her was a parcel full of "KEESH"
"JOBBIES" "POO"...:Oh Her disappointment was
overcome by laughter, she saw the funny side of it..
My Da was putting emulsion on our lobbie walls he was up the steps
with the paint pot sitting on top of the ledge of the steps when my
sister Lena who was only little at the time ran through from the
Scullery knocked the steps the pot of emulsion all over her red
hair,and my poor Da on the floor crying out in agony as he did his
back in,but no,did everyone run to my Da's rescue????All my Ma could
shout out was THE WEAN, THE POOR WEAN get her in the
lavvy...everyone rushed to pick her up and near trampled over my
poor wee Da..After getting all the emulsion out my sister had a
beautiful shine to her hair for weeks.
.My Da ended up with a
beladona plaster on his back..( gee they stink ). My Da drove the
bus that went to Castlemilk to pick up and deliver the cleaning,the
company was called Bowies,he had a Megaphone which he really didn't
need as he had a loud enough voice,he would shout out...BOWIES FIR
CLEANIN.and all the housewives would come out of their houses with
all their clothes to drop them off or pick them up,and tell my Da
all their worries and problems either about their husbands,kids,or
neighbours but he never listened to gossip,he didn't like that..He
used to take us kids ( the younger ones ) with him when we where on
school holidays (one at a time)and let us do the shouting through
the megaphone,i think to this day that is how i got my loud voice. :o)..Anyhow
i'm away..
Look forward to reading more stories from "All Ma Ain
Folk".. Thanks Wull for making this all possible.. |
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belong tae Glesga ! 
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