A poem sent in by James Smith, recalling his time as a youngster out and about in Blantyre on his bike. a wish a could jump on ma bike the morra n peddle up the sydesbrae or even the cawder tae park ma griffter up greenhall at the hut and pay on fur the pitch […]
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The Stirling Story (Part 2 of 2)
This transcribe of Elizabeth Whitelaws (nee Stirling) story is continued from Part 1.…. “At Easter, we had hard boiled eggs which our mother made a different colour in some way known to her. We went to quite a steep hill in a paddock and rolled our eggs to the bottom of the hill. This actually […]