I am very nostalgic about my childhood in Parson Street. I played in the Martyrs School nearly every day, had my nose broken whilst playing up in the walls' wee windows (Kiss, Catch, Torture and a friend threw the huge carved leg of a table. It hit me full in the face! Ouch, it hurt!!!) and my older sister was in P1 at Martyrs until they closed it as a Primary. She was glad to go to St Davids (my old school) because her P1 teacher belted her and slapped her every time she used her left hand to do anything. Her memories are not as good as mine, as you can imagine.
I was a regular user of Townhead Library because I love(d) to read. I was in awe of that beautiful building and heartily agree that it could have been restored to its former glory for much the same cost as building a new "box". I can still see the inside - Enid Blyton was in the far right corner from the desk and I loved to sit at a table and read the blurb to see if I'd read it or if I fancied it (I always did!).