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post 17th Feb 2011, 12:08pm
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QUOTE (jamcat @ 17th Feb 2011, 11:12am) *
Aye wheeghee, the good and the bad and don't forget the ugly. Walk through Garngad, Springburn or possil and if you look at some of the faces they look like extras to be used in Doctor Who scenes


I drove down Royston Road last week never saw so many head cases hovering about, when they emptied the mental hospitals they were all rehoused on Royston Hill. very sad cases, they all think that they are in Ireland. unsure.gif


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post 18th Feb 2011, 05:55am
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The ethos and the mind set that created this soulless "gulag" around Glasgow was a long distillation of fanatical Calvinism. The committee knew best from the start; keep them home, away from the pub, the distractions of pleasure, the company of those who would lead them into perfidy and you would have contentment for the masses. It did not take a generation for these dwellers in the shangri la of imagination bereft councillors to realise that they had been successfully marginalised, in slums with indoor toilets that they would have to leave on mass every weekend to seek out the life and entertainment that was never available in their immediate surroundings.
And to add to that there is generational unemployment that devalues work and thus devalues men in their own eyes.
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post 18th Feb 2011, 06:08am
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I am catching the sickening scent of racism with the Scottish protestant and English perchance for gratuitous insults aimed at the Irish on every occasion, however uncalled for This occurring totally out of context in the topic under discussion, to illustrate their stupidity and lack of civilization, as one contemptuous individual would have it when commenting on the inhabitants of what was perceived as being a dangerous Glasgow slum.
Quote "very sad they all think that they are in Ireland"
I am not thin skinned, I just regard racists with the contempt they so richly deserve.
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post 31st Mar 2011, 12:37am
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I for one am glad that I was brought up in the Garngad. I loved it before emigrating to Toronto in 1965. The wee rock was a great experience with my teachers, Miss Martin and Mr. Mc Cambbridge. The trips over the hill to see my beloved Celtic, the Easter trips to Hogganfield Loch to roll our easter eggs. The school trips to Campbelltown and Fraserburgh.

Making your holy communion and getting all of the goodies. Going with granda to see his beloved Roch juniors at Provanmill Park. He was a season ticket holder there for over thirty years even when they played at Millburn Park.

Seeing Celtic finally win a trophy, the Scottish Cup, and Jock Stein arriving before I left to go to Canada in 1965. Happy to see that Fr. Coakley is alive and well. He liked his pints, lol. I still have pals who live in the area and love to go home to visit them.

I used to work as a boy for Margaret Hilley on her shop in Forge Street. Sadly she died a couple of years ago. She owned that shop until about 5 years ago. My whole family including my mom worked in that shop. Margarets uncle Hugh was a famous player for Celtic.

Great days indeed.
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post 12th May 2011, 12:27pm
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Hello....

Just another two bobs worth from another ex-Rhymer St tenant!
We lived there in the mid 60's, name is 'Noon'...6 weans and my Maw and Da, we lived with the Prentices, Holmes, Higgins, Burns and Gribbins at 98 Rhymer St.

I also lived with my Granny in the steel houses in Kilberry street and can remember a load of pals from there and even ones who were to wee for us at the time, but I still see them on the road today.
I went to St Rollox and Rosemount, then City Public, married in St Rochs and had our reception in the old chapel hoose. So I guess Im Garngad through & through!

Apart from a wee look at what the world had to offer, I ended up back in Royston and have lived the last 30yrs in Germiston, married to a Germiston lassie and wouldnt swap my wee hoose for the world!
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post 12th May 2011, 05:49pm
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There were a Forde family in the sandstone tenements that used to be at the top of Kilberry St, I think the maw was Anne, reffered to as big Anna but I might be wrong. Two big sons and a daughter, I see the boys from time to time, but cant remember the lassie much.

The maw was thge talk of the stairhead at one point because of an accident in which she lost an eye. Using the well established procedure for freeing a particularly type bottle screw-top, Anna gripped it the gap between the door jamb and the door and applied the pressure.
Bottle went bang and she had the accident.
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post 22nd Jun 2011, 11:13pm
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Anyone remember the Romeo family? Or the Romi family as they where known? Anybody know the origin or heritage of the Romeo family? Were they italian? Anybody got any stories about them?
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post 3rd Jan 2012, 10:23pm
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QUOTE (*Tricia* @ 24th Feb 2010, 05:15pm) *
Hi guys my name is patricia i grew up and still live in the garngad.From after WWII My grandfather on my mothers side was a baker named Pat O'Neill and grandmother Jeanie O'Neill they stayed in 10 cloverbank street with 8 kids Ellen. Betty. Thomas.pat. James. Andrew. Kevin and Mary. My grandfather on my dads side name was James King who was the local coal man and grandmother Elizabeth with 4 kids Mary John James and Jean. Just wondering if anyone knew them xxx

Hi Tricia,

My Dad, who sadly passed away recently, grew up in 'The Garngad' from 1943.
I remember a story he told about how the local coal man used to let his horses roam about in his yard. He told us how they escaped one day, and ran through the close where he stayed.
I reckon he might have been about 10 years old at the time, when one of the horses almost trampled him, but luckily a neighbour pulled him into his house just in the nick of time.
I wonder if it was your Grandfathers horses at the time, eh!
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post 3rd Aug 2012, 09:48am
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Re. Rosie Romeo.- when Rosie died we moved into her flat @ 149 Royston Road, which overlooked my grandmother's flat @ 4 Bright Street. Rosie was a well know character in the area. We moved from there to Easterhouse in 1959, when the old tenements were demolished.
My family on both sides came mostly from Bright Street- McNulty, Paton. McElroy, Devaney and Hackett, so if anyone has any memories to share I would really appreciate them. My dad Hughie Paton played the accordion at many a wedding and bus run.
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post 4th Sep 2012, 11:02am
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QUOTE (WullieN @ 12th May 2011, 07:04pm) *
There were a Forde family in the sandstone tenements that used to be at the top of Kilberry St, I think the maw was Anne, reffered to as big Anna but I might be wrong. Two big sons and a daughter, I see the boys from time to time, but cant remember the lassie much.

The maw was thge talk of the stairhead at one point because of an accident in which she lost an eye. Using the well established procedure for freeing a particularly type bottle screw-top, Anna gripped it the gap between the door jamb and the door and applied the pressure.
Bottle went bang and she had the accident.

I think you are talking about my sister Maureen,she had 4 kids 3 boys and a girl, the accident happened in her (my) mothers house in Dunolly st.I loved that single end it was very cosy in that one and only room infront of a big fire.
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post 30th Oct 2012, 11:07am
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Re the Whelans post 86they lived in the bottom flat at 20 Dunolly st next door to the Clark family,also for info the Welshes lived in the top flat.
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post 30th Oct 2012, 11:19am
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my dad was from garngad gilly martin and my granny mary toal was a hawker sold her dollups up next to the were the budgie is i was told.does anybody remember the family name toal and my dad gilly martin who had bad leg....................


John the Toal family lived at 26 Cloverbank st 3 brothers as i rember Malky Frank and Joe,i understand that Joe moved to i think Canada,Malky(now passed away) took over the house after he married,had 2 boys and lived there with the lads and his wife they moved sometime ago
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post 13th Jun 2014, 10:12am
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I was born in 1950 to parents in Garngad and lived in Tharsis Street for the first
12 years of my life before moving to Cloverbank Street then the Rosemount Street high flats.

My first memories as a child in the area were being taken into Faere’s Café on Royston Road opposite the bottom of Tharsis Street for my Friday treat of a Macallum by my father, then buying my comics from Melly’s newsagents on the road. I also remember McGregors ironmongers, Sinclairs electrical store, Vic’s (?) Chippy, all on the road. There was virtually a pub at every corner which was the way with most areas of Glasgow just after World War 2. I remember taking the empty beer bottles into the family departments of these pubs – Hughes’s, Chic Geatons, The Commando etc for the half penny or penny a bottle. A nice way to supplement your weekly pocket money. I also vaguely remember a bakery which I think was behind Cobden Street and people used to queue up around midnight for the fresh bread and rolls.

I went to the Wee Roch from 1955 – 1961 then to The Mungo – St Mungo’s Academy at the Kennedy Street, then Barony then Parson Street schools.
I remember as I was the only on to pass my “Quallie” (11 plus) among my cronies, I had to go to St Mungo’s and all my pals (who presumably had failed) had to go to the Big Roch and pleading with my mother to let me join my pals. She was a bit more worldly wise and could see the beginning of the 1960’s gang culture starting and the Garngad’s very own Shamrock was forming. She reasoned (correctly) that I should be steered away from the local “tykes”. Anyway I managed to avoid the gang culture and eventually got a job in offices of the nearby St Rollox Railway workshops (The Caley) – there’s a whole book on that factory that could be written about the characters who worked there. Suppose the same could be said about all big factories – the shipyards, steelworks etc..

As a child we used to play beside the Monkland Canal (much to my mother’s concern as I could not swim then), fishing for baggies and eels. When I think back on the state of the water with the occasional dead dog floating by, I’m surprised we never caught a disease ! Must have been Granny Boyle’s cod liver oil and spoons of Virrel. I remember well going to the Saturday matinee in the Carlton for a tanner to watch the serials. Sneaking into the Casino via the fire exit was always an option when we were returning from the Townhead Baths and we were thrown out of many an X-rated film as we were too naive to even check what film was on ! I also remember The Grafton on Parly Road – a real flea pit, even in those days. Will always remember the sign when it closed “Watch this space for the reopening date” which must have been up for donkeys years before it was demolished. Some Saturdays we ventured out east to posh cinematic venues like the Rex and the Vogue in Riddrie, via Ally Park.


The newer housing to the east of Tharsis Street was known locally as the Copperwork as I believe it was built on the site of the old Tharsis copper works. I remember reading the name “Tharsis” (I always had to spell it when giving my address) was after the village of the same name in Spain where the copper was mined.

Watery Willie’s pub at the White Brig (Millburn Street canal bridge) I remember well as a kid as it was on our route down to “Ghost Valley”, a disused factory along Townmill Road which had a piece of rope hanging from one of the roof timbers and prompted the local myth that someone had been hanged there years ago – quite frightening when you are only 6 or 7 years old ! We used to play along the banks of the canal from the Glebe Street bridge in Townhead out as far as the Riddrie Locks. We used to take the trolley bus out to Riddrie armed with pillow slips which we filled with rhubarb from the fields at Millerston opposite Huggie Loch and tried to sell round the doors in Tharsis Street. We were never very successful and ended up eating most of the stuff ourselves (dipped in sugar) which resulted in the usual dose of “skitters” from too much fruit consumption.

I remember a crowd of us managed to get across the canal at Port Dundas in the late 50’s and into the Pinkston Power Station (which apparently powered the Glasgow tram system) and crawled through the massive pipes under the giant cooling tower and thought it was a great laugh playing in a tunnel. It was only later when across on the other bank that we saw the water being discharged and steaming out of the very pipes we had crawled through an hour earlier ! We all
had a great laugh and headed home – when you are 8 you are invincible !
Another “hobby” for us Garngad kids was catching a “hudgie” (free ride) on the backs of the “midgie” lorries that ran in and out of the Cleansing on Charles Street. I remember the old battery powered vehicles (slowies) and the newer faster diesel lorries (silvies) where we took our lives in our hands trying to jump on the rear of the vehicles as the drivers sped away trying to avoid us. Surprisingly none of us ever ended up under the wheels but we came close sometimes.

The demolition of the tenements in the late 50’s / early 60’s changed the area forever as the “buzz” came from all the shops along the length of “the road”.
The multi storey flats that replaced Cobden, Bright, Villiers and Turner Streets,
although light years ahead of the rat infested tenements in terms of housing quality, removed a vibrant section of Garngad Road in the process and the new
group of soulless shops were no comparison to what was before. This is a similar story to other areas of Glasgow (Springburn, for example where the bustling main road was demolished for a shopping centre and the area never recovered its vibrancy).

I suppose looking back we would be classed as slum children as the Garngad was an undoubted area of social depravation (as was most of Glasgow in the 50’s) but as kids you just got on with it and your parents – the real unsung heroes – scrimped and saved to provide for you and tried to keep you on the straight and narrow. We had it easy when we read of the conditions their parents generation had to endure at the turn of the 20th century. Suppose it’s the old cliché about each generation hoping that their children do better than them and trying their damnest to make that happen. Reminds me of a line from an old John Sebastian song – “All my deepest worries must be his cartoons” when looking at his young child. Most of us survived.
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post 1st Aug 2014, 01:17pm
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I was conceived at a Hogmany party in 1965 at the Great Western Road high flats in Glasgow. The evening had started in Curlers Bar before Ronnie Gordon an Engineer gave out the invites. 9 months later I was adopted to a family in 1966. My birth dad found out somehow and went to my birth mums door in Drumchapel just hours after I had been given away. His name was Brian (surname unknown). He would have been about 19 back then and only about 5' 4" or 5". A fashionable dresser, and wore a smart green duffel coat. Ronald sadly died a few years ago and I'm unable to get any further information there. Another lady at the party was Joan Watson from Cloan Ave, Drumchapel. She emigrated to Canada and became a nurse. My birth mum has no more information to give. I believe Brian may have been a friend of George Harwood a Painter & Decorator from Pendeen Crescent, Barlanark. He sadly has passed away also. Does this ring a bell with anyone? My real dad knew about me and could never do anything to find me. 47 years on can you help me find him please? I would be very grateful and maybe you could PM me if you have any information. Many thanks.
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post 19th Sep 2016, 11:48pm
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Hi everyone

Im new to forum , been doing some family tree research and have discovered that my great great grandfather was married in St rollux church in garngad William Warren. He married a Roseann Donnelly and their address was listed as Mount Pleasant, Garngad Rd - does anyone have any information on this address. What was Mount Pleasant? I have found that it was previously a dairy farm??? The date of their marriage was 31st Oct 1890 - was this a farm at this point? He was an iron grinder and she was a yarn winder - from the street map i came across its likely they worked in the Garngad as well!!

Any information would be gratefully received!

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Hi Alison
My great grandparents were William Warren and Rose Ann Donnelly. Its a long shot trying to contact you so long after your post but who knows!
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