Born in Blantyre by James Cornfield 2005 A miner’s row where I was born, was the first thing that I seen that morn, of nineteen hundred and twenty eight, and ever since then its been my fate, to live here in Blantyre town, with those I love, all around. These extended families of mine, […]
Fae Blantir tae Glesga’ by James Cornfield 2008 Fae Blantir tae Glesga, Ah’m share its no faur, some walk the road, some gang by the Caur, in the aul’ summer time, sure it’s a nice scene, for oftimes when courting, tis’ there I have been, Noo, wi’ the sound o’ the weavers and rumble […]
A poem by Brian Cummisky. “Up the Cauther” Up the Cauther oan a Summer’s day, Cummiskey’s and Whelan’s came o’or tae play; Up for a Dook in the manky watter Then listen tae Tam ‘n’ Morag’s patter. The whole of Blantir seemed tae be there Especially during the Glesca Fair. Aunties, Uncles, Cousins all, […]
Did you play with a bogey cart when you were a child? Some called it a push cart, bogey or guider and local slang in Blantyre was also “An Oracle”. What did you call them? How did you make them? Where did you get the parts? Here’s a poem by Lon McIlwraith about that very […]
“The Gaffer” by Joe Corrie For many a year, I ha’e worked doon below, but never in bits, that are wet or low, For I make it my business, wherever I go, aye to keep in, wi’ the Gaffer. I was just a wee laddie, when plain I could see, that some had it […]
An excellent poem about Blantyre’s Northern Boundary along the River Clyde. This was written by the the late James Cornfield back in 2006 and is added to the large, growing collection of Blantyre poems in the history archives at: https://blantyreproject.com/reference/blantyre-poems/ Pictured very aptly, alongside this post is a boy at the River Clyde near Boatland, […]
“The Boathouse, Blantyre” by James Cornfield 2008 The late Jimmy Cornfield wrote a lovely poem in 2008, to an area he was fond of. Boathouse (or Boatland to give it its proper title) near the River Clyde. It goes as such, “Twixt Clyde and Calder near Haughead. , ‘tis where our native people did tread, […]