I was born in the Southern General and brought up in Govan at various addresses the last being Kintra street. My Dad worked in every shipyard on the clyde as a welder. Many happy memories of playing on the ferry back and forth from Govan to Partick.
Wonder if the "Wine Alley " is still there?
My Granny and Grandad were married in the Pierce Institute after my Grandad came back from the first world war minus his leg he was in the K.O.S.Bs Kings Own Scottish B%%%ards I remember him boasting.
I loved sitting upstairs on the bus from Govan X at night and seeing the sparks from the welders at Fairfields it was just like fireworks, the smell from the Govan Subway and the wee woman selling tablet to the kids from her ground flat front window. The priest passing the men playing shove penny in the street and when there was enough in the pot confiscating it saying gambling was the work of the devil.
The bookies runners, the coalman and the women who used to sing in the back courts are all happy memories of Govan.