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Blantyre Project reader, Linda Marieskind has kindly shared this wonderful poem. She told me, “I decided to think about and write something in a similar vein to record my first day at Nessie’s skuil! I hope you like it, it’s just as it happened and I still see it in my mind’s eye as if […]
Here’s a great poem by Helen Connor. Titled, “I remember the Blantir“, its likely modern and was shared here recently. A remember the Blantir, where a yist tae bide, Cloases wi stairs up, where weans used tae hide,Coal cellars oot the back, aw in a row, The midden at the end, where yer telt, no […]
David McIntosh recently handed in this poem to me. David was born in Rosendale at number 3 in 1942, so he could resonate with the contents of this poem. The poem is about Rosendale written in 2004 by former Blantyre resident, Brian Cummiskey. It was Brian’s first poem and this version below has auld Scots […]
This time ‘o year, let’s aw look back, Tae Christmas past in Blantyre, Cheers n laughin, jokes n gabbing, wi family roon coal fires. We close oor eyes, an see the past, An mind thae days sae dear, O’ friendships built, a love tae last, wi folks nae longer here. Wi’ festive cheer we toast […]
A charming, forgotten Blantyre poem from 1924. It’s about a Blantyre lady (Peg) with a motor(caur) spying a wee lad on his way to the Pit to start work for his first time. The location is perhaps Station Road, the boy heading to a pit in Bothwell and having to cross the suspension bridge. The […]
Thank you to Andy Callaghan for sharing this touching poem he wrote, about his father, who was a miner and the importance of being outside in the fresh air. “THE RACE” Slight, but tough and strong as a pit-prop, My Dad cut coal in the dark all week. When loused he loved to walk for […]
Local man, Jamie Stirling shared this with me a few weeks ago. His wee girl Sophie had a class task about Blantyre and wrote up this excellent poem. Typed up in the library, schoolgirl Sophie won a little reward for such a first class effort. I love to see local children taking an interest […]
“The House by the Mill in the Meadow” by James Cornfield (2004) Down Pech Brae by Calder’s stream, in autumn is a place so green, orange, gold and yellow too, all enhanced by old Millheugh, the place that Blantyre people know, as the House by the Mill in the Meadow to describe the scene […]
“Tressa McGuigan” by James Cornfield (2005) She was a child of her time, she was born in that year of 1894, she was the youngest daughter of James and Margaret she was born and resided at 72 Spittal Rows, Bardykes, She was the 9th child in the family of ten She walked every Schoolday up […]