QUOTE (sharon calder @ 10th Apr 2009, 04:17pm)
all of my aunts and uncles went to thomson street as did i they where lindsay and heron surname florence micheal robert roseann maureen violet my mum married francis calder im sharon calder went thro school with best friend dawn bryant all my family went on to either onslow drive or whitehill would love to here from any school friends of my family or me
Hi.. I lived at 151 Sword Street between the year 1969 (born) to circa 1977. Our family name was Ryan. Both myself and my older brother went briefly to Thomson Street Primary School. I have great memories of living in Dennistoun and the freedom we had to wander the streets as small kids and the streets were FULL of kids. I believe that all kids from aged 4 became street wise beyond their years.
Playing kick the can in the backie.
Dancing and singing on top of the midgie bin housing to entertain all the mums & housewives who were hangin ooot the back windaes watchin..
Shock horror, wandering along the railway line searching for crab apples and having to lie back in the bush when a train passed, OMG.. eating!!! the crab apples which were most probably poisonous with toxic fumes.. haha.
I remember calling everybody Auntie and Uncle in the tenement we lived.
The Bower family that lived downstairs.
My first "boyfriend" Mark Scott who lived on the ground floor.
My best friend Jacqueline Connor who lived across the street. - Where are they now, I wonder.
Playing hide and seek in the condemned tenements in a neighboring street... condemned because they were falling down.. hmmm. .. but yet a wonderful playground at the time.
Hearing the sound of the drums as the Orange Walk paraded down Duke Street and all the kids running for streets to find it, as young at 4!
The best italian ice cream parlor on the corner of Sword St and Duke St. Beautiful classic cafe. I remember it vividly, as I do the owner...a small chubby Italian man with a hint of a Glasgow accent. Total eccentric. Wonderful.
Hearing church bells and running like to wind to catch the scramble (pennies thrown at a wedding for kids to "fight" for..), you and 50 other kids!!
Collecting glass bottles and receiving some pennies for them at the shop, then buying a "poke" of 3 for a half penny sports gums... bliss.
A bull escaping from the slaughterhouse on Duke St and trapping my mum and I in a phone box...Oh.. haha
I have an endless list of events and memories that would shock parents of today to the core, I myself now being a parent. But we survived and I have but great memories of having a carefree, playful, adventurous and fearless childhood.
If there is anyone here who remembers us living there or lived in this neighbourhood around this time, i would love to hear from you.