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Posted by: Lennox 16th Oct 2006, 09:06pm

While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif

Posted by: Riddrieperson 16th Oct 2006, 10:35pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 16th Oct 2006, 11:06 PM)
While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it  got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night  and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif

Would that school have been in a village called Alyth by any chance,I don`t remember it`s name ,but I do know my brother-in-law(who is mentally handicapped) used to go there(Alyth) for a fortnight every year.It was for non-handicapped children as well.The building is still there but is now run a hotel by a couple from England.It is now called "The lands of Loyal"

Posted by: Lennox 16th Oct 2006, 10:39pm

Kenny, It is possible that was the name . Later I will have to do a search on it to maybe get a photo, that might help
Thanks for the info biggrin.gif

Posted by: Riddrieperson 16th Oct 2006, 10:57pm



Lennox this is the centre of Alyth.The road to the right of Alyth Burn takes you up to where the place was situated,still there of course but in the guise of a hotel. biggrin.gif

Posted by: javamol 17th Oct 2006, 10:06am

Can't believe this topic hasn't been covered before'

'Resi' holds so many memories for me, good and bad. My mum was a single parent to seven of us, so ah think we went tae give her a break more than anything else. The oldest four went, me being the youngest. Ah'm pretty sure it wis called Fornethy, but whitever ye do, don't google it cos it comes up wi a swingers club'.second thoughts, google if ye want'.

Ah wis pretty traumatised by the fact that only the oldest in the family goat the post and parcels. We'd aw be sittin there in the assembly thing in the morning and they'd call oot the names for those that hud post'..ah thoat ma mammy hud forgotten aw aboot me'didny matter that ma sister tellt me it wis fur everybody'.ah wanted ma ain parcel, ye know'.

It musta been comin oota winter when we were there, cos ah remember hivin tae trudge through the snaw tae see some new born lambs' felt like ah'd traipsed miles....ah wis that cauld ah couldnya cared less aboot the lambs by the time we goat ther'.

Saturday night wis movies and sing song night'.ah couldny tell ye whit movies ah saw, but ah remember the songs'.(apparently they traumatised me annaw, but that's oan anither thread..) We'd aw sit oan the flair, legs crossed, the aulder wans brung the milk an a wee biscuit roon, we'd belt oot The Blackboard of My Heart (don't know if that's whit it's called but that's whit ah remember it as), a wan aboot leaving old Texas now, Sad Movies, (see whit ah mean aboot trauma'..), oh and Yellow Daffodilly in Your Golden Gown'

Ah kin still be transported right back there by certain smells'.powdered toothpaste is wan fur some reason'..

Ah canny remember whether it wis at proper school or resi, but ah remember somedy askin me whit ma daddy did'..ah hudny a clue since ah hudny seen him fur years, but ah didny want tae say that, so fur some reason ah tellt them he wis a clown''.it musta goat right roon the school, cos somehow it goat back tae ma mammy ...she says ah wis right enough'' laugh.gif

Posted by: Elkay 17th Oct 2006, 11:15am

javamol

Ha Ha Ha.....Bump.................. thats me laughing my head off laugh.gif
I never went to boarding school, thats what my parents threatened us with if we were naughty.

Funny thing about the smells tho isnt it. I had a bad experience with a school camp (or should I say boot camp) when I was about 11 and the smell of cheap Margarine takes me right back there. To this day I cant eat Margarine. sad.gif

Posted by: keelie gal 17th Oct 2006, 12:00pm

haha java thats a good wan telling the other weans yer da was a clown and yer ma agreeing with you laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 17th Oct 2006, 01:58pm

Kenny, thanks for the photo, I am not sure that is the place but I will be looking into that .
Java I forgot about getting the post, now all the memories will come flooding back ohmy.gif , not sure how I feel about that! I remember that when it was time to got we (kids) had to go to Bath St and get on a bus to get to the school, and when you came back you went back to Bath St. my granda was late and Ithought Iwas going to have to go back to the school I was terrified wub.gif

Posted by: Melody 17th Oct 2006, 02:48pm

Java you have a brilliant talent for telling a sad yet funny story at the same time. The thought of you sitting crossed legged waiting on yer letter or parcel brought a big lump to my throat, jist like a wean. An who the hell was dreamin' up they particular songs fur weans tae sing? Was yer teachers jilted at the alter or something or were they just crazies? laugh.gif Imagine saying yer Daddy worked as a clown, bet they teachers thought ye were an exotic gypsy travelling person. Magic story. smile.gif

Posted by: Luceo 17th Oct 2006, 03:06pm

Javamol,

Your tale of claiming your father worked as a clown had me laughing out loud - thanks!

Luceo

Posted by: Catherine 17th Oct 2006, 03:15pm

Me too luceo......I've just read this laugh.gif

To have experienced so much 'trauma' Java I have to agree with all the others here and laugh ........at your ability to tell sadness with such great humour, and with a bit of irony thrown in too.

Your mum sounds lovely too, no wonder you're all close.

Posted by: davyab44 17th Oct 2006, 03:29pm

Hi Java...I have to agree with Melody...you have a talent for telling a story of pathos and mixing in a good dollop of humour. I can relate to the situation you describe since I spent a while in a residential school. Having been orphaned at the age of twelve, I ended up in a "boys' home" run by Glasgow Corporation. This was in 1958 and I was sent to Auldhouse on Thornliebank Road in Pollockshaws. I was given a bed for a couple of weeks as the "owner" of the bed was on holiday. When he returned I was shunted off to a Residential School called Nerston at East Kilbride. Not a place I would recommend to man nor beast. We wern't treated badly as such but there was a condescending attitude about the place. One particular item I recall was when we played in the old air-raid shelter. It had rained and the floor was muddy so my long pants got a bit dirty. Well all hell broke loose over this and in front of everyone at the evening meal, the news broke that I wasn't getting any pudding because I had muddied my trousers. There was a sharp intake of collective breath from the five year-olds and up as I sat there totally embarrased and wondering how I was going to get through the meal with all these little eyes staring at this wrongdoer. This is one example of how we were made to feel, in addition to a lot of favouritism. Thankfully, a bed came available in due course at the orphanage and I was thankfully returned to a much more normal way of life.

P.S. You obviously get your wit and humour from your Mammy, Java....Aye he was a clown awright.....jist priceless laugh.gif

Posted by: jaybee 17th Oct 2006, 03:53pm

Java, I have to wonder, perhaps the reason you said that your father was a clown is that you personally love to entertain people and make them laugh. You sure have a talent for that. Jaybee

Posted by: Catherine 17th Oct 2006, 04:23pm

Davy that story breaks my heart.
Forgive my language....rotten power tripping Bas....s!

It's almost as if the Gods themselves are paying you back the best way they can with Shari coming into your life when you least expected it. All the best pet.

Posted by: Melody 17th Oct 2006, 05:20pm

Do you know Davy I believe that there is no greater crime than to humiliate a child like that. Such cruelty, such ignorance. Can I just in my simple way apologize for that horrible human being who treated you in such an inhumane way.

My worst experience of that sort of treatment actually happened whilst I spent almost a year in hospital at the age of seven. In those days they only allowed visitors for one hour on a Sunday. For one reason or another my beloved grandparents arrived on a Wednesday, I think they were just very anxious about my condition and wished to see me urgently. They were allowed about fifteen minutes with me and when they had to go I was very upset and crying. Do you know that the ward sister invited the other children to sit round in a circle and laugh and call me a baby. I've never forgotten that cruelty and may God forgive me I hope these people got what was coming to them.

A child never forgets such cruelty.

Sorry for that wee bit of self indulgence it justs hit a nerve.

Catherine you beat me to it, we are never far away from each other in these matters are we? smile.gif

Posted by: Catherine 17th Oct 2006, 05:32pm

I cannae believe Melody......I nearly put that in my reply about wanting to apologise to Davy for those swines but couldn't find the eloquence you did to explain it properly.
Thanks pet....and yer right we're two wee peas in a pod sometimes sure we are laugh.gif

As for that Hospital Story too.....why did so few get away with so much in those days?
I could poke that Ward Sisters eyes oot the now.

You only have to hope that those responsible for meanness and downright rotten actions towards kids never had their own children.
Imagine that cruelty wrapped up in disguise for some poor unsuspectin weans as their parent.

Posted by: Melody 17th Oct 2006, 05:39pm

There was a lot of that kind of thing went on in those days Catherine, a lot of parents had too much 'respect' or should I say 'fear' of authority and that's how that cruelty flourished. I detest each and every one of those who ever hurt a child in that way or any other.
You wonder at what went on in their head these people how they slept at night.

Posted by: davyab44 17th Oct 2006, 05:52pm

Thank you both...Catherine and Melody. I believe you suffered more Melody since your peers were directly involved....man's inhumanity to man, eh? I believe we've agreed on the GGBB to keep our specific personal beliefs to ourselves, however Melody, I strongly believe that people like that sister you mention will one day be held accountable for her part in your sorrow.
There are days when one almost feels ashamed to be a part of the human race and while we can't be responsible for the actions of others, it makes me realize more and more that it behooves us to do the best that we as individuals can for the betterment of others. Thank you ladies again for your empathy.
These Boards serve to once again reinforce what is good in human nature and while we sometimes agree to disagree (which is each person's right), we tend to help each other, perhaps more than any of us realize. I believe our common national bond and Pro Patria is largely responsible for this. As Heather so aptly puts it "Alba gu Brath" smile.gif

I'm sure I've gone ever so slightly off topic here but feel better for this conversation. Thank you all for your kind patience...Davy

Posted by: Melody 17th Oct 2006, 05:57pm

Davy c'mon tae a gie ye a cuddle ah'm greetin noo and so's my daughter here. mellow.gif

Posted by: Lennox 17th Oct 2006, 06:02pm

I am as well , in my wee corner in Oklahoma, Lets us all have a BIG group hug ,Ready ((((((( tongue.gif ))))))
Davy, don't worry about being off topic. This site brings out the feelings in us all. Be good or bad!!!!

Posted by: javamol 17th Oct 2006, 06:08pm

Ah think it’s a true sayin, whit disny kill ye makes ye stronger…..Melody and Davy, ah’m horrified that somebody can say and do these kinds of things tae a wean, and the worst of it is, ah think they know exactly whit they’re doin….

As ah’ve said before, we wurny exactly in Carnegie’s league growin up, no that ah’m poor moothin it, but ma mammy had a hard time. Ye know the kinda thing, last up worst dressed….Ah remember us getting a big bag of clothes given by a wonderful teacher at school, ah’ve no idea where they came from, but we aw sorted through them tae see whit fitted and so on. Ah went tae school wi the loveliest wee black and red jumper oan, thinking ah wis it and another teacher commented in front of the class, ‘Oh I see you managed to find something to fit you in from the charity bag’….ah wis mortified and never wore anything from the bag again. She wis wanny those that couldny see past the fact that some of us didny have the nicely pressed uniform, ribbons in the hair and so on.

Ah got ma own back by workin hard and forcing her to accept that ah might be poor but ah wisny stupid, although ah mind ah wore wellies in the summer wance an tellt everybody the weather forecast wis fur rain…ah wis six...where wis ah gonny hear the weather forecast?..... laugh.gif

Och sure, if ye don’t laugh ye’ll greet eh?... laugh.gif

Posted by: Melody 17th Oct 2006, 06:12pm

Well ah hope that teacher rots in hell Java wi the rest o them.

Posted by: bloodyscot2 17th Oct 2006, 06:25pm

hey guys do you mind the parish claes i know i had the nicest wee suit it fit like a glove and i loved it until one of my classmates told the rest of my class from whence it came.i never wore it againthen in later school days two of the older boys were talking in line the teacher told them to be quiet.he told one of them to report to his room for punishment as he was scottish and should know better.he let the other one off as he was (itilan )and didnt know any better.sure woke me uo to the system .

Posted by: davyab44 17th Oct 2006, 06:29pm

Oh My Java!....how in the name o' the wee man could that teacher say somethin' like that tae ye? Especially in front o' the class. It's like ye had a sign roon yer neck sayin' "I'VE NO FEELINGS"
It goes to show the difference there can be between two people; a kind teacher and a b..........! What gives people the right to talk down to children? Is it because they think the child has no defence or is this their way of taking out their frustrations? Whatever the case Java, I'm glad you showed that witch by your hard work that you weren't stupid and from what I've seen of your wit and humour things haven't changed. Good for you and before I go, I agree with Melody.

Whit a rerr big hug Lennox...we a' need wan o' thae noo 'n' again. wink.gif

Posted by: Lennox 17th Oct 2006, 06:34pm

QUOTE (javamol @ 17th Oct 2006, 01:08 PM)
Ah think it’s a true sayin, whit disny kill ye makes ye stronger….

.  Ah went tae school wi the loveliest wee black and red jumper oan, thinking ah wis it and another teacher commented in front of the class, ‘Oh I see you managed to find something to fit you in from the charity bag’….ah wis mortified and never wore anything from the bag again. 

Och sure, if ye don’t laugh ye’ll greet eh?...

Java, You have a way of bringing back the memories,
I remember someone gave my mum a "bag" I was so happy that I found a dress and I wore it to school .
The Lassie whose clothes they were was also in my class and in front of everyone she says "my mammy said you were as big as me", I wanted to crawl under the desk, neveer again did I wear anything from "bags"
Your posts almost always make me cry ,sometimes with laughter, sometimes with sadness , but always with JOY!! tongue.gif
PS I wonder how big that lassie is now , me I am 127us pounds.
payback is good.

Posted by: javamol 17th Oct 2006, 06:37pm

Ye see it jist goes to show ye, cos ah thoat we wur the only wans that goat the bags....there's me thinkin am special again... laugh.gif .......

Lennox, yer spot on...payback is good....even after aw these years... laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 17th Oct 2006, 06:39pm

QUOTE (javamol @ 17th Oct 2006, 01:37 PM)
Lennox, yer spot on...payback is good....even after aw these years... laugh.gif

Sometimes, after all this time it's better biggrin.gif
Oh that's another thread!!!!!!!

Posted by: Lennox 20th Oct 2006, 01:46pm

Kenny , I looked at the town of Alyth, I think this might be the place that I went to, I remember it being a big white house. I could be wrong. I also went to a place in Largs that one I do remember it was Inverclyde Rec. Center. another "White House"

Posted by: stirlingmoss 21st Oct 2006, 02:39pm

Hi there.
Does anybody know anything about Dunclutha Home in Dunoon? I think it's in Dunoon. I knew two children who were sent there.
It's a Children's Home.

Posted by: Luceo 21st Oct 2006, 03:39pm

I have no direct knowledge but there is some information on the following link:

http://redirect.php?url=http://redirect.php?url=http://www.argyll-bute.gov.uk/content/socialworkservices/childrensrescare/dunclutha?s=1038439&a=0

I hope this is helpful.

Luceo

Posted by: rosie-k 21st Oct 2006, 07:19pm

You wonder how some folk in authority can treat wee ones like that, I hope they got their come uppance, I had to laugh at Javamols post when he said his father was a clown, you have a great sense of humour, I remember getting sat on an upturned bin with my back to the class as I was sooking my thumb, this was when I had just started school. mad.gif

Posted by: Iris 1st Mar 2007, 11:21pm

Hi ... my name is Iris ... I've been trying to get information about Fornethy for months and came across your stories of that place. I was eight when I was sent there and I have to say, it was traumatic for me too. I have very vivid memories and we used to sing a song that went ... "there was a horrible place, far far away,where fornethy stands, every single day". It was the place where someone pooed in my bed on my first night and they blamed me for it ... I hope it wasnt anyone out there!!! Then they force fed me porride and made me eat peach blancmanche ... I also remember the little tins of powdered toothpast and we went downstairs to a place to have showers etc. It was scary at night. I also remembered only so many of us were able to go to the local church on the sunday and we had to polish our black shoes till they shone. Also memories come flooding back of writing letters home to mum on a Tuesday but not being able to send one which had "please come and get me" ... only nice letters were to be sent. I was broken hearted, I thought I'd never see mum again. Then there was the long walks early in the morning, the day we got gifts from home ... I remember getting cardboard cut outs of little dollies and their outfits .... such joy. My time there has left a great impact upon me and I want to go back to lay my ghosts to rest ... when I met my mum at Glasgow central station, I let out a shreak .... I couldnt believe I got back home. I remember fornethy as a cruel place ... although one happy memory was of dancing to My Boy Lollipop.

I dont remember anyone from there ... only that I hated it!

Best wishes

Iris

ps it's been good to read your stuff ... any more memories?

Posted by: Java 2nd Mar 2007, 05:24am

Hello Iris, can I ask what year you were at Fornethy?......(definately wisny me wi the bed! laugh.gif )

Posted by: annie laurie 2nd Mar 2007, 05:33am

HI Iris,

Sounds like a good Idea go back and leave the bad memories behind you,
Sounds scarey just to even read what you went through

Keep looking ahead Iris, [dont look back accomplishes nothing to-morrow is a better Day to come }

 

Posted by: stuarty 3rd Mar 2007, 04:50pm

my best pal margaret doc and her family used to go to residential school cause her daddy died in a car crash at the 5apartments in ardencrag road and a few others were killd but a was jelous of her going away for 6weeks as a wanted to go and a used to cry a want to go to the residential scool way ma pal but it was never to be a always felt a missed out on somthing oh java a would have battered that insensitive teacher the charity bag an int it funny noo welove the charity shops to get aww the bargains times have changed thank goodness and this is a magical topic as a get to go although a never went if u get what a mean laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 3rd Mar 2007, 09:13pm

Trust me Stuarty, you were not missing out on anything. I always felt that I wasn't wanted or I was bad so they sent me away so I'd be good.
Looking at me now I don't think it worked laugh.gif

Posted by: Java 3rd Mar 2007, 09:16pm

Ocht ye jist didny go tae the right wan Lennox...ah mean..look at me... laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 3rd Mar 2007, 09:22pm

Well I thought we went to the same one, but I forgot , You are older right !!!!! tongue.gif , naw that's me .

Posted by: Melody 3rd Mar 2007, 09:23pm

Naw it's me. laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 3rd Mar 2007, 09:25pm

Melody lets, just go with the "You can be any age on here " that works best, I don't like my mirror either... sad.gif

Posted by: Melody 3rd Mar 2007, 09:28pm

See it wisnae too bad till ah got ma contact lenses, then things got really upsetting. With them in, a seem tae have wrinkles, but wi them oot ma face is gorgeous and smooth. Very strange that. laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 3rd Mar 2007, 09:32pm

Melody I am sure your wee face is just lovely even with your contacts in, I can't wear mine any more, so you see I have the same trouble all the time....

Posted by: Melody 3rd Mar 2007, 09:33pm

laugh.gif

Posted by: Java 3rd Mar 2007, 09:36pm

Yees are clearly buyin the wrang typa mirrors..... laugh.gif

Oh ah jist hudda thoat...Angel dae you use 'wing' mirrors? laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 3rd Mar 2007, 09:41pm

LOL laugh.gif laugh.gif you are soooo funny

Posted by: Melody 3rd Mar 2007, 09:44pm

laugh.gif laugh.gif

Posted by: Angela Chick 3rd Mar 2007, 09:46pm

I do indeed java laugh.gif

Posted by: stuarty 4th Mar 2007, 02:35pm

lennox was it you that asked me about tony burton if so he was in the first vertion of assault on precint 13 and he was in one of the rocky movies a big huge fella black guy it was either 1 2 or 3 he was in soory off topic

Posted by: Java 4th Mar 2007, 02:50pm

Oh, residential school - precinct 13....ah kin see a connection....laugh.gif

Posted by: stuarty 7th Mar 2007, 02:03pm

oops sorry laugh.gif

 

Posted by: Guest sharon * 8th Mar 2007, 11:07pm

hi i went to fornethy in 1986 i rember everything about that house it was scary place. i have alot of dreams about it i remeber climbing that knock a formal and singing those stupid songs. i remeber the drawings on the wall that miss lennon and miss reid done. i have been in touch with 1 of the teachers that worked there in 1986 miss reid through friends reunited she told me that fornethy was sold to some company that trained boys and girls sports. and that the owner of the house mrs fletcher retired.

Posted by: jutsy 13th Jun 2007, 09:29pm

hi did anybody go to craig ressie . went there loads of times .free holiday haha

Posted by: mitchell 14th Jun 2007, 09:46pm

Does anyone recall Seafield residential school just outside Ardrossan?.

Posted by: petalpeeps 6th Aug 2007, 06:34pm

i went to castle towards in 1963,hated the first week didnae want tae come back by the last week made lots of friends ,tho never kept in touch.remember one boy put sugar on his porridge,tried it didnt like it ,but was made to eat it or i'de get it for supper.(also remember getting bags of clothes) it was just a way of life then ,bye

Posted by: rosie37 24th Sep 2007, 01:06pm

smile.gif Hi and new to this but saw all the chat on Fornethy Residential School and had to drop in.... I went there in 1979 & 1981. It is located up past Alyth near middleton farm on the B954, for those searching for it I re-visited it the other day and got some pic's (posted one for youz), It hasn't been used in Years and is slowly falling apart... great hearing your stories...


 

Posted by: rosie37 24th Sep 2007, 01:10pm

biggrin.gif Just adding a couple of more pic's biggrin.gif




 

Posted by: maureenl 24th Sep 2007, 04:00pm

Petalpeeps I went to Castle Toward too and it was the most awful place I broke my arm in the shower and went home after 1 week thanks god!!!!! an experience never to be repeated

Posted by: Java 24th Sep 2007, 04:14pm

Rosie37, thank you so much for those....hafty say ah don't recognise it withoot the blizzards and mud, but that could be cos they didny let me oot the naughty cupboard very often....laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 24th Sep 2007, 05:51pm

Rosie37, I am 10years old again and in this place, omg the memories are flooding in, I can just see my self running away , ( never got far )

Thanks for the photo's if you have any more I'd love to see them .

Welcome to the boards by the way laugh.gif


Java , I never went there in the winter, how come you got all the fun , there was loads of mud though .

Posted by: Java 24th Sep 2007, 06:08pm

Fun? Fun? Did you miss ma whole 'trailin in the freezin cauld tae see the lambs' part? Ah'm tellin ye, everybody else thought they lambs wur bleatin for their mammies....ah know they wur laughin their wee skinny tails off at ma red nose and ears...ah musta looked like a demented pixie...no a look ye want when yer hopin tae be the milk monitor that night....

Posted by: Lennox 24th Sep 2007, 06:24pm

Only you could paint such a lovely picture of lambs, laugh.gif

Posted by: rosie37 30th Sep 2007, 02:04pm

cool.gif this one of fornethy for the brave among you who wanna go see !!!!!!!!

 

Posted by: rosie37 1st Oct 2007, 11:37am

Hi just wondered if any of you could remember any teachers names or who owned the school...???? ta....

Posted by: e baxter 16th Feb 2008, 04:31am

I cant believe anyone who went to fornethy has had happy memories about it i went there for 5 weeks and want to sue as was like a pow camp and i was beat up and so was my friends and they didnt give a dam about you i am 45 and still suffer horrible nightmares about my time there and so does my friend if you have any unhappy memories about the way we were treated please let me know as i feel they shouldnt get away with it as it was supposed to be a holiday and it was the worst experience of my life they should never get away with what they done i am seriously thinking of sueing after speaking to a counsciller

Posted by: Shazbo 8th Mar 2008, 04:50pm

Hi I just wanted to say that I went to Fornethy with my younger sister and I hated every second of it. as did my sister. I was in Primary 4 and she was in Primary 2. I am 35 years old now. So it was round about 1981. We went for the summer holiday. The house was dark and scarey as was meeting the other children. After being shown our dorms, we then all filed downstairs to the bathrooms, and we had to strip off infront of complete strangers and we were bathed roughly by a couple of women in about 2 inches of water that was previously used by the person in front of you. It was embarrassing and degrading. When we got our hairwashed it was by women who I think thought they were kneading bread with rubber gloves on, the shampoo stank. My sister and I had quite short hair but we had to wear it up in bunches. My sister was sick every morning at breakfast and they made her swallow it, every time. I remember getting into a fight with a girl as she skipped us in the queue and I was punished severely by not going outside, not getting any snack or sweets in the evening. At night time you got to read for about 15 mins and then it was lights out and the blue night lights in the corridor went on. We used to go to the Church by minibus and then we walked some of the way. We used to go out for hikes with the teachers and one time we went to a 'wishing stone' and sang a song as we walked around it. The song went along the lines of Achone Achone Achone, I wish I wish upon this stone, I wish it once, I wish it twice, Achone Achone Achone. It seemed like it was miles to the stone and back again and it was snowing in the hills. We had classes in which we learnt somethings and we also made crafts. We wrote letters home to our parents who sent us letters in reply, I received the letters being the eldest. The first thing we sent home was a postcard which we copied from the blackboard exactly. Everyone wrote the same thing. Letters home were censored ie they wouldn't let us write anything that wasn't positive about the place and the letters home were opened before we got them. My parents and Grandfather sent us money which was saved and put into a book in order for us to get sweets on a Saturday evening for watching a movie. Each night we got a cup of milk and a digestive biscuit. We had to polish our shoes till the shone. It was like a prison camp. My mother complained when we went back home but nothing was done about it.

I cried everynight, my sister cried every night. When we tell our children about it they are so shocked that, that it happened. If I had went myself then I would have perhaps thought that I had imagined the horrible situations but my sister and I have the same memory of it. It was horrible and it should never have been allowed to happen.

I have censored a lot of what happened for fear of shocking others.

Posted by: petalpeeps 10th Mar 2008, 05:57pm

People who abuse children at residential schools and childrens homes , should be held accountable for their actions . A great pity a lot of parents at the time didn't get together and kick up a stink mad.gif

Posted by: Muroo 11th Mar 2008, 12:07pm

QUOTE (e baxter @ 16th Feb 2008, 04:21 AM) *
I cant believe anyone who went to fornethy has had happy memories about it i went there for 5 weeks and want to sue as was like a pow camp and i was beat up and so was my friends and they didnt give a dam about you i am 45 and still suffer horrible nightmares about my time there and so does my friend if you have any unhappy memories about the way we were treated please let me know as i feel they shouldnt get away with it as it was supposed to be a holiday and it was the worst experience of my life they should never get away with what they done i am seriously thinking of sueing after speaking to a counsciller



I too was at Fornethy House in the early sixties and I have nothing but bad memories from that place.I`m in my fifties now and it still upsets me to think about this place.I was sent there because I was undernourshied the doctor said because I had problems eating properly.A nice wee holiday would do the trick...or so it was thought.I was sent there with my big sister but on arrival we were seperated immediately (thats when I started to cry)I hated being away from my Mum at the best of times but now they took me away from my big sister too(I was only 6 or 7yrs old I think)
I remember the times when It came to bathtime the smell of carbolic soap was horrible and they way they would make me stand still while they forced a nit comb through my hair pulling it out by the roots.One ocassion I`ll never forget is when one night as I was laying in my bed,I had actually for once felt hungry so I decided to have a look in my locker for something to eat,all I had was a small tin of that horrible toothpaste so I was in the middle of eating it when I got caught by one of the night duty staff.This person grabbed the toothpaste off me and leathered my backside and threw me back in my bed.I was crying so bad I was almost sick and I could hear the other kids in the dorm crying under their blankets too probably wondering if they were next.WHY! couldn`t I have been taken to the kitchen and given a wee snack or something instead of getting leathered for being hungry? I will never ever forget that place,I also remember the times I was madeto sit in the dining hall untill I ate freezing cold lumpy porrage or custard with a big thick skin on it.Those people that run that place should be damned ashamed of themselves for how they treated us kids.To think they have actually gotten away with this makes me sick to my stomache.I could go on and on about things that happened to me in there but I won`t....at least not yet.

I would really like to go back there as an adult now to face my demons.Is the place still there and can I get in? anyone know?

Posted by: claireboo0 11th Mar 2008, 02:29pm

you know my mum tells me all those horror stories about this home fornethy house ,it just makes my blood boil.why o why did my gran put her there in the first place is beyond me?her excuse was my mum was under weight and always unwell,so why was my mum eating tooth paste cause she was starving and belted for that,and why put her in a home where you could catch all the bugs going from the other children ?standing at the window watching my mum walk away not knowing when she would be back or even thinking did she even love me? and didnt she want me anymore?.,I JUST DONT GET IT..my poor wee mum.im a mum myself ,theres no way id EVER put my kids in a home id be there for them until i draw my last breath.id do everytnig in my power to look after them.if i could go back to that time when my mum was wee and be her mum i would rescue her and take her home,cause all she needed was her mum love love and nourish.not a home be be starved and neglected in.

Posted by: glasgow lass 11th Mar 2008, 09:53pm

Hi claireoo0, when speaking to my own mother about those days she always tells me that a mother did what she thought was best for her children, I had many friends who went to convalescent homes for treatment and nourishment during or after an illness,and as I recall they came home rather sad, as a child I myself suffered from chronic bronchitis and it was suggested by our family Dr that I be sent away for a " wee holiday " thank God my mother and granny new better than the doctor and I was kept at home, see in those days a doctors word was law to most people, my mother had heard too many horror stories about places like Fornethy House.

Posted by: Muroo 12th Mar 2008, 08:33am

QUOTE
if i could go back to that time when my mum was wee and be her mum i would rescue her and take her home


Claire?....if you were my Mum you wouldn`t have had to rescue me because "you" wouldn`t have put me in there in the first place. smile.gif

Posted by: Muroo 13th Mar 2008, 09:34am

QUOTE (glasgow lass @ 11th Mar 2008, 09:43 PM) *
my mother had heard too many horror stories about places like Fornethy House.



Just wish my Mum had heard too sad.gif

Posted by: petalpeeps 13th Mar 2008, 04:57pm

Mothers probably thought they were doing the best for their children at the time . No mother would deliberately send her child to a place if she knew it meant they would be abused in some way . Residential schools were meant to help the family situation ,and should have been checked up on from time to time . Mind you , they probably had prior warning on any check up , and had things looking right by the time the inspectors got there , probably making it look like one big happy family, then back to normal when they left mad.gif Children were not taken as seriously when i was young , when making complaints , as they are now . Some adults could make a child look like a liar , as they would sound so sincere when they refuted what had been said about them. The child usually ended up with a cuff round the ear from a parent for 'telling stories', and making up lies. mad.gif

Posted by: Lennox 13th Mar 2008, 05:40pm

When I started this topic, it was meant to just get the fact out that these place were a part of live grownign up in Glasgow and probaly other area's of Scotland

I am sorry that it brough tback such horrible memories for some of you but , I have to ask the question

When do you let this stuff go ?


I mean we are all adults now and most o fus have dealt with it in other ways. I am not saying my time there was perfict far from it but if I keep it in the front of my mind for the past 40 odd years I'd be locked up. Thank God I have a sense of humor, and I am glad that my friends do cos it is the only way to get past some of this stuff

As this was so long ago for some of us another question come to mind

Who would you sue & on what grounds ?
Most of the people who were involved in these places worked for the School system or the Glasgow Corporation, and we sue as hell can't sue our parents for sending us there.

I am sorry it was such a horrible experince for you , as Petalpeeps says
No parent would send you there if they knew that you would be abused .

Posted by: Java 13th Mar 2008, 06:01pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 13th Mar 2008, 05:30 PM) *
if I keep it in the front of my mind for the past 40 odd years I'd be locked up. Thank God I have a sense of humor,


Yer right...ye hiv got a sense of humour....laugh.gif

Posted by: Lennox 13th Mar 2008, 06:04pm

What are you talking about , ?? did you forget , we went there the gether, so that makes you

old funny tae unsure.gif

Posted by: Muroo 13th Mar 2008, 07:14pm

I know what you all are saying here but I think some handle it better than others.I think probably most of the teachers that were in there are dead now.

Ummm...did anyone answer my question about if it is possible to get in there again for a wee visit?






btw?....ah hiv a wicked sense of humour too..or so I`m told biggrin.gif

Posted by: Lennox 13th Mar 2008, 07:30pm

QUOTE (Muroo @ 13th Mar 2008, 07:04 PM) *
Ummm...did anyone answer my question about if it is possible to get in there again for a wee visit?
btw?....ah hiv a wicked sense of humour too..or so I`m told biggrin.gif



If you look back a couple of pages on this thread there's a map and on the first page there is a phot of the town


See you got the the humor ,

Welcome to GG

Posted by: Heather 13th Mar 2008, 10:12pm

Did anyone go to Langbank in Renfrewshire? I don't know if that was the full name.

I first heard of it when I was in Secondary School. Two men from the Chapel St. Vincents De Paul Society, came to our house and it turned out there was a talk in the Primary School about how children could go to Langbank for two weeks and one of my younger sisters put her name down to go.

Mum was not sure about it, but after a discussion with these men our parents said my sister could go but I had to go as well. I was unhappy about it as I hated being off school but my name was also put down. I think it was the fact you could go during School time that attracted my sister. laugh.gif

The place was allright and we were looked after by Nuns which was not a problem for me as I had been taught by Nuns in Primary School, so I was used to them. They were very nice to us, and we had a nice time we played games, had sing songs and could walk about the grounds. As far as I can remember we were also near a beach where we used to get taken walks. I did not go back, although my sister did as she really enjoyed it and another sister also went on another occasion.

There was a waiting list and some children were hardly home when they would put their names down to go back again. I remember one girl telling me it was her 7th time there and she loved it.

We always kidded my sister about coming from a rich family. With five girls in the family we had plenty dresses as the best one's were passed down. One of the Nuns said to her, " you have lots of lovely dresses, are your parents well off " and the bold girl replied, " yes they are quite well off ". laugh.gif She was the second youngest of eight of us, and with some of the older one's working she obviously did not feel the lack of anything.

Posted by: marydee 13th Mar 2008, 10:48pm

I went to Langbank in the late 1950's again through our local SVDP but I'm afraid did not have the pleasant experience you had. Perhaps it was the time of year because about thirty other kids and me spent our fornight gathering and much to our displeasure eating bloody gooseberries. There was apparently a glut that year and the nuns unwilling to see them go to waste put us to work then fed us hairy gooseberry pie, fool and jelly for the next two weeks. We were deeply honoured so we were told, during our time there when the Archbishop of Glasgow visited and what little free time we had left, after gooseberry duty was taken up by the nun's attempts to turn thirty odd kids from the Priesthill, Pollock and Househillwood areas into some semblance of a choir. We sang several hymns, a song from Carmen and the grand finale 'The Song of The Clyde' Kenneth McKellar style. This song had to be sung so many times 'till we were word perfect that it has never left my memory and I can still recite it, usually after a few drinks some 50 years on. I remember the mince was black and I couldn't eat it and I remember us all polishing floors on our hands and knees and a Sister Pauline who skelped our backsides with a hairbrush. Poor as I was and poor I certainly was I refused ever to go back. A holiday! I needed a holiday to recover.

Posted by: Heather 13th Mar 2008, 10:54pm

Mary you were very unfortunate. Imagine making you polish the floors, what a cheek. ohmy.gif

I think it was about 1952/53 I went with my sister.

Posted by: Lennox 14th Mar 2008, 11:38am

Some of my grandad's counsins lived in Langbank, and it was a lovely place, I could not wait for the summer cos they would come and get me and take me for the week end or longer,
I remember the Monestry being there but not any kind of "residential school" but I am sure there was one there .

The monsetry was a big place, and when you got off the train, you could walk up the back , path to my anunty's house and walk right past the monestry .. Very strange that it was full of people but you rarely hard any noise from them.

Posted by: Muroo 17th Mar 2008, 12:12pm

Ok I went back to Fornethy House for a wee look.I couldn`t get inside though as the caretaker couldn`t hear me at the door coz he was watching the telly with the volume up full sad.gif I`m hoping to go back again soon but I`ll call first LOL








Posted by: glasgow lass 17th Mar 2008, 04:07pm

Hi Muroo, cauld and creepy lookin place,,,, sad.gif

Posted by: Muroo 17th Mar 2008, 07:16pm

I know and thats just during the day,I`d hate to see it again at night. sad.gif

Posted by: Lennox 18th Mar 2008, 10:21pm

It has not changed a bit , but what yeese need to remember the building canny hurt you , but the memories , well that's up to you


Thanks for posting the photos's

Posted by: Muroo 19th Mar 2008, 10:54am

I agree lennox wink.gif and yer welcome.

Lennox used to be my house badge at Garthamlock High School...jist a wee piece of totally useless information fur yeez there hehehe!!! Oh! an it wiz a purple badge tae.


Has anyone any information on another Residensial school called "Biggar home" in Prestwick? thats another one I went to as well as Fornethy House.I`d appreciate anything at all on this one. biggrin.gif

Posted by: geraldine frances 21st Mar 2008, 05:19pm

Hi everybody am new found the site by default,av been trying to find any info on fornethy for a long time now. and as i say for some reason i ended up here.

well here goes a must have been the only one (but am gonna say it) that had a no bad time there, for me it was good to get away from my life back then even if it was for just 6wks,does anybody remember mrs fletchers wee white dog i am sure it was a terrier.i was a tough wee thing so i wisna bullied or afraid of much.and does anybody remember there was i think a farm next door or am i thinking of the handy man i think his name was tom he also had a son i remember having a thing for him.the son that is haha,where abouts was fornethy i always thought it was in fife.

biggrin.gif

Posted by: Java 21st Mar 2008, 06:30pm

Hallo Geraldine...welcome to the board from another Fornethy escapee...laugh.gif Can ye remember which year you were there?

You are not alone in not being traumatised by resi....if you look back to the beginning of this topic, you'll see a lot of humour came out as well as the dark side. Personally, my issues were not with the school as such, more 'separation anxiety' if ye like...first time away from mammy kinda thing...

Also from earlier pages, you'll see that Fornethy wis in tropical Perthshire....musta been tropical, ye'd tae get the train....biggrin.gif

Murroo, I'm reading a wee book at the minute and there's a section on what was then termed 'Holiday Schools', and makes reference to a holiday camp scheme originally run by the Necessitous Children's Holiday Camp Fund Committee. There's a cracking picture - if I can scan it to show enough detail, I'll post it later. Along similar lines, it mentions a 'Hospital School', the Biggart Memorial Home, Prestwick, but notes that the children placed there at that time were undergoing surgery or medical treatment.

Posted by: Java 21st Mar 2008, 06:53pm

D'ye no jist want tae cuddle the wee fella in the middle....laugh.gif

Necessitous Children's Holiday Camp Scenes


Posted by: geraldine frances 21st Mar 2008, 08:19pm

Hi Java thanks 4 replying so quickly,i was there a few times winter and summer i probably started going around about the seventies.

Posted by: glasgow lass 21st Mar 2008, 09:23pm

Aye Java he looks like wee Oliver

Posted by: Lennox 21st Mar 2008, 10:09pm

Welcome Geraldine, see you where probaly there about the same time as me I went in the early 70's and as Java says another escapee....


I had to laugh at the photo's Java, if we were in the water that was our bath that day ...

Poor we fella , thank god I wasny there at the same time he was . laugh.gif

Posted by: annie laurie 21st Mar 2008, 10:22pm

Hello
I have just finished reading all the postings
No i never attended any of the Places you all mentioned

Your postings made me cry and laugh,
Java & Lennox, I see it made you both stronger people
As you both have such a good sense of humour,

All I remember as a young child is my Mother telling me if I did not eat my dinner [I was such a picky eater]
That she woul send me to a "Home "
Never realized at the time there was such places, thought it was just a scare tactic
You all should be commended

Posted by: Java 21st Mar 2008, 10:28pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 21st Mar 2008, 09:59 PM) *
...I went in the early 70's ...


You wur in yer thirties and they still made ye go? Good grief....laugh.gif




Sorry Annie...didny see ye there...hope yer well pal... wub.gif

Posted by: Lennox 21st Mar 2008, 10:37pm

Annie trust me the were real, and I am still a picky eater .


Java, you know that you are only 4yrs younger so that make you , what oh aye old tae laugh.gif

Posted by: Muroo 22nd Mar 2008, 08:38am

QUOTE
Murroo, I'm reading a wee book at the minute and there's a section on what was then termed 'Holiday Schools', and makes reference to a holiday camp scheme originally run by the Necessitous Children's Holiday Camp Fund Committee. There's a cracking picture - if I can scan it to show enough detail, I'll post it later. Along similar lines, it mentions a 'Hospital School', the Biggart Memorial Home, Prestwick, but notes that the children placed there at that time were undergoing surgery or medical treatment.


Thanks Java yer a wee gem smile.gif

Posted by: orchid 25th Mar 2008, 09:04pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 16th Oct 2006, 08:56 PM) *
While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif

Posted by: Java 25th Mar 2008, 09:15pm

Hallo Orchid biggrin.gif

Posted by: orchid 25th Mar 2008, 09:55pm

Hi, Lennox Iris, Muroo,shazbo,e baxter, Sharon, rosie37, Java, Riddrieperson, geraldinefrance, and anyone else I may have not mentioned. Well what can I say I have been reading through all your posts and I am staggered about certain aspects of your stay in Fornethy Residential School! I went there on Good Friday 21st with my son and two daughter's. When we got back home I discovered your photographs Iris and I appreciated your efforts to show them on the forum. I cannot believe how run down the place is now as it used to take an army of domestic staff to keep it in tip top condition. I was not on the teaching staff as I was a domestic in the kitchen. I actually worked there in the late sixties and then returned around '75 for a couple of years! The domestic staff were very much discouraged from making contact with the children and after reading some of your posts I guess it was reciprocated as I felt when I was helping to serve meals that some children were unnaturally inhibited. In fact on one occasion I was told by a small group of children that their teacher had told them not to talk to me! I asked them why and they did not know, but I never questioned it further however, I did think it a bit strange all the same. The head teacher before Miss. Fletcher was called, Miss.Bremmner, the housekeeper Miss.Paton ( I cannot remember the name of the HK before Miss.P ) the cook Annie McKay, teaching staff, Miss.Robertson,Miss.MacWhinney, Miss. Smith, Mrs.Hollands, Miss.Ewan and if I remember more I'll include them next time.Of course some of the temporary teachers came and went as they were training and moving on.

Posted by: orchid 25th Mar 2008, 10:00pm

[quote name='Java' date='25th Mar 2008, 09:05 PM' post='191285']
Hallo Orchid biggrin.gif
[/quote


Hi, Java and Geraldine I have never used this forum before , but I'm learning. Thanks for the recognition. unsure.gif

Posted by: Anne1 25th Mar 2008, 10:03pm

welcome to the boards Orchid hope you enjoy

Posted by: Lennox 25th Mar 2008, 10:48pm

Welcome to GG, Orchid, I will be looking forward to more stories of Fornethy unsure.gif ( I think)

I am surprised this wee thread haas come back to life wink.gif

Posted by: Java 25th Mar 2008, 10:53pm

Ah bet she remembers you Oky....canny have been many thirty year auld pupils...laugh.gif

Posted by: Anne1 25th Mar 2008, 11:41pm

witch laugh.gif laugh.gif java

Posted by: orchid 25th Mar 2008, 11:43pm

Hi Anne1,

Thank you for your well wishes and here is a quote for you to enjoy reading.

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.

Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many.

Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books.

Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.

Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.

But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.

Posted by: petalpeeps 25th Mar 2008, 11:58pm

Welcome to gg Orchid laugh.gif

Posted by: orchid 26th Mar 2008, 12:01am

QUOTE (Java @ 25th Mar 2008, 10:43 PM) *
Ah bet she remembers you Oky....canny have been many thirty year auld pupils...laugh.gif


Hi again Lennox and Java and very astute Java I couldn't help laughing at your observation somehow I think a 30 year old pupil would stand out! Be kinda sweet if she did remember me after all those years, small chance though! rolleyes.gif

Posted by: orchid 26th Mar 2008, 12:40am

QUOTE (petalpeeps @ 25th Mar 2008, 11:48 PM) *
Welcome to gg Orchid laugh.gif


Gee thanks "Petalpeeps" and since I'm in a philosophising mood hope you don't mind my wee quote! smile.gif


The summit of happiness is reached when a person is ready to be what he is.

Posted by: orchid 26th Mar 2008, 01:18am

QUOTE (Muroo @ 17th Mar 2008, 07:06 PM) *
I know and thats just during the day,I`d hate to see it again at night. sad.gif



Hi Muroo, my mistake accept my apologies I thought Iris took the photographs of Fornethy Res; but I see it was you so anyway thank you for showing the place as it is now. Even if you did not like this place how do you feel to see it in a state of disrepair? I don't think there is a resident caretaker, but I think it would be interesting if you get inside sometime in the future to relive those memories for a short while. I do remember that the dormitories were upstairs and enormous and given names of the surrounding Perthshire Glens, Glen Prosen, Glen Clova and so on. The wooden panelling and wooden floors were very nice, but who cares about that if you were not happy! It originally belonged to the Coats sisters they were cotton thread heiresses from Paisley and they bequeathed the property ( I think it was a stipulation in their will ) that the building had to be used and the then Glasgow Corporation bought it and turned it into a school. It cannot be demolished because it is a B listed building. Just think Muroo I've probably met you. I used to walk on my days off and quite often would pass children walking over the heather on the hills, but no one seemed to be allowed to greet me which I thought was a pity as I like children and would have enjoyed the odd chat now and again.( I have five ). It would have been good for the lonely children away from home to have a friendly word. C'est la vie! dry.gif

Posted by: orchid 26th Mar 2008, 01:38am

QUOTE (Anne1 @ 25th Mar 2008, 11:31 PM) *
witch laugh.gif laugh.gif java


Hi Anne1, I'm easily confused which/witch Java?

Posted by: Lennox 26th Mar 2008, 02:03am

Orchid, I am sorry to tell ya that you will soon find out Which/Witch=Java, but you will soon learn I am the "Wee Saint " on here laugh.gif I also would like to say I wish I could remember you or you me, wait a minit you will remember me cos I was the wean up in the corner dorm greeting for my mammy every night for the first week , I know I was the only one ....

Looking forward to more info from you,

PS, Just don't listen to all the things Java tells you about me , or that Anne 1 person....... unsure.gif

Posted by: Guest Anne * 23rd Apr 2008, 12:03pm

QUOTE (Muroo @ 17th Mar 2008, 07:06 PM) *
I know and thats just during the day,I`d hate to see it again at night. sad.gif



Hi all you folks out there who have memories of Fornethy. I went there almost every year during the late sixties. I was one of eight, living in Glasgow in Govan and Kinning Park, lots of crap going on then. I do have fond memories of the place, weird hey? When all the other kids were singing in the mini bus "2 more days to go go" I was thinking "oh no! only days to go". Anyhow, I took my kids up there when they were small, and showed them my dorm (Glen Esk) and they loved the place. By that time of course I was a real grown up, living and married in Derbyshire England. Strangely enough, just like Aylyth. Very Rural. I was very young when I was there, as most of us were, and dont remember a lot of names. One I do remember was Anne Cowan, as mine in those days was Anne Cowie. We were often mixed up. I was a pious little kid in those days, and always wanted to be picked to go to the village church on Sundays, and used to sing my heart out on rehersal nights just to get to go there. I wet the bed on my first night, and was forever banned from having a drink after 4pm.......no wonder my kidneys were shot from then on! It did show me another side of life though, clean beds, regular meals, table manners etc, which I would never have got at home. I have never recovered from the smell of tinned Colgate toothpaste! I remember we used to make fairy gardens in the grounds, using pine cones for food, and those little Laura Ashley pinnies we used to wear. Its only now I realise how hard it was for my mum to send the two and Six postal order and the shoe box of goodies every week. Did any of you guys have the same background? I'd love to hear your stories. I now live in Australia, have two grown up children, who also living out here. I work for Silver Chain Community Nursing in Perth. Before coming here, I spent 20 years working with the Hospice movement nusing, then I became a "mature student "at Derby University and completed my Social Work Degree. I work at the moment in Admin, but have previously been in the community. I am trying to help with the Indigenous people here to repair the damage of the stolen generation, ( these were kids removed by law by the government of Australia in the 50s and sixties) Kids who the government thought didn't live in the best circumstances. These kids were seperated for life. (Not like us) I still feel that kids could benefit from time away from family, to see what the world can offer them, and would love to hear your views on how life has affected you. My email address @ work is ACoghlan@silverchain.org.au Please respond. You could help kids in a much worse situation than we were in in the 60's. Even if you dont want to be involved in my pipedream, I'd love to hear from you anyway. It's been great reading your stories and I hope you'll be in touch. Anne

Posted by: Anne Coghlan 28th Apr 2008, 06:34am

Hi there to all you folks who have been to fornethy. I also went there through a lot of the sixties. I must have been a very odd kid cos I dont really have any bad memories at all. I was sent there for six weeks at a time, and couldnt wait for the next times to come along. I think Mrs Bremner was the head at the time. Probably 66/ 67/68/. The only bad memory I really have was not being allowed anything to drink after 4 oclock cos I wet the bed my first night there, that lasted for EVERY visit after that, even though I didnt wet the bed again. Thats not really a "bad" memory compared to how some of you guys felt.

In the 80's I took my kids up there from England to show them where I went. It was not term time, but we were allowed to look around, and it seemed much smaller inside than I remembered. My dorm was Glen Esk the last time I stayed and the times Glen Isla. I loved the walks, but hated wearing wellies without woollie tights or trousers, the backs of my legs had rings on them for months after, not a good look. I'll never forget the smell of tinned colgate toothpaste, or imperial leather soap. We never got toothpaste at home, only salt and water, so I used to clean my teeth at every chance I got. Its been good to hear some of the funny stories and sad to hear the bad ones, but for me the life there was ten times better than at home.

I'll be in touch again, keep the stories coming,

Anne in Perth Australia

Posted by: elaine24 21st May 2008, 08:33pm

Hi, was browsing or any information on this Fornethy School as I live in Perthshire and have often thought of that place but never had the courage to venture to find it although I have driven by Alyth many time through the years. I went today with my husband and we did not quite find it but now I realise I was right outside it at one point. My hubby would not stop an argument ensued and we left to got get lunch at Moulin - (I will return myself for a nosey though) -
I went there in 1971 I was 11 at the time. The year before my entire class and teacher had gone to Galloway House in SE Scotland for a month. It was magic - we had classes every morning and activities every afternoon. It was like being in a private boarding school and as I was addicted to the Mallory Towers books from E Blyton I was in element.
I came from a fairly typical working class family of the 60s - we had a nice home had lovely family holidays at the fair - both my parents worked and as my two big sisters had already left home, I was like an only - and a bit spoilt - child. My pal in class wanted to go to a resi so I pleaded to go too. My mum said no it was too long away but in the end I got what I wanted. We left on a bus from Bothwell St and ended up in a nightmare really. The first day I stuck my tongue out at someone and the next thing I knew I was being dragged by the hair to the front of the room by a teacher - I was in shock. I remember the little girl next to me in the dorm cried all night every night and I cried too but I realised that it would get me nowhere and buckled down quickly. I was not a stupid kid and went on to one of the top girls schools in Glasgow after this. I remember the pinafores, the wellies and the walks down 'stoney brae' and to the blackwater reservoir as well as to Alyth. We were like refugees and I remember feeling ashamed in the town when the people saw us as the Glasgow keelies - I remember we had just come back from Spain on holiday and I was on a high and thought it was going to be a brilliant summer before my last year at primary. I do remember the long walks and I loved that - the singing in the changing rooms - "there is a happy land far far away, thats where Fornethy stands every single day - ham and eggs you never see, soapy water for your tea, thats the way they treated me Fornethy School" and also "star of the evening ........shining on the cooker stove" as well as "worm at the bottom of the garden..........name is wiggly woo" and we always sang "that was a very good one give us another one do....." I also remember the bath with the carbolic soap but dont remember the toothpaste - maybe I had my own. Cannot recall any of the staff at all or even the other children - I think I blanked it out - when I came home I never was so glad in my life and I did not tell my parents anything as I wanted to protect them and felt guilty that I had asked to go. I really have put this whole thing into a dark place and it has only been in the back of my mind since moving to Perthshire 4 years ago. I said to my hubby we should buy that house and make it a happy place again - if it ever was that. I am sure that there were kind people there - not everyone working in this type of environment could have been callous and abusive - could they? The good thing that came from it is my love of the wonderful countryside and thats what I remember most the views and the nature.
Will let you know if I do go back and find this house.

Posted by: Guest 18th Jun 2008, 04:41pm

i wonder if anyone knows who owns fornethy house just now i been looking for a while and would love to make it into the happy place that i think it could be. tongue.gif

Posted by: linda drew 9th Aug 2008, 10:05pm

i also went to fornethy house in the 77 and i remerber the dooms s and dover and deethe rooms were named after rivers i also rember sitting at the tables with my friends and the head sitting at the top thinking they were special i hatterd going to the church and going for long walks i remerber miss fletcher old woman with white hair if she cot u talking after lights out she put u out in the corridor i lso rember i got told that clover was hunted i was scared but if anyone who went to bluevale primary fae 1975 untii 1980 i would love to here from u smile.gif

Posted by: Wormy 29th Aug 2008, 09:03pm

Scary memories here, I don't know if I shoud greet or laugh,
The stories here are making me sweat, I went to fornethy a few times , my mammy must have been wainting rid of me & my brothers.

The two lassies at the start of this topic got back & to with each other { and on other posts} are you family to each other ? Whoever went to all the bother with the pictures thanks - I think. I am a wee wean of 8 years again.

Posted by: Lennox 29th Aug 2008, 09:47pm

QUOTE (Wormy @ 29th Aug 2008, 09:50pm) *
The two lassies at the start of this topic got back & to with each other { and on other posts} are you family to each other ?



Nope Just related because of this board and site biggrin.gif ( she would not claim me anyway sad.gif )

Posted by: wellfield 30th Aug 2008, 04:58am

Just finished reading all the posts on "Residential Schools" and was fascinated and enjoyed reading the memories,never new such places existed.

Posted by: Terri 30th Aug 2008, 11:37am

Nerston Residential School
Another user has said that his experience of life at Nerston was not the happiest.
My mother Kathleen WYLLIE went there in the early 1940s and her experiences were markedly different. The teachers instilled in you a healthy respect for authority of course, but also a healthy 'disrespect' for it - pupils were encouraged to ask an adult "Why?"

Some things stick out in mum's memory:

[Using homeopathic remedies?[/

[Joining a 'secret' 'midnight' game of baseball One night, the children climbed out the windows and slid down the drainpipe to play! What they didn't realise until the evidence was shown to them at the end of term, was that the teachers - probably arrived to see what the noise was! - once they knew nobody was about to get hurt, had actually filmed the whole escapade!!

Flexible timetable - if it snowed during the day, it was off to the hall to get the forms and take them outside (they made great impromptu sleds!) to play for an hour or so. Lessons would carry on after dinner.

The night of the Clyde Bank Blitz.[/ The school got bombed. There was a large unexploded bomb on the roof. All the esidents were humkered down in the basement. Mum got tired of waiting for the standard all-clear chocolate biscuit (where could you get those?) and went to find the biscuit tin, or her Easter egg. A smaller bomb went off and she got thrown down the stairs and was saved by an older boy named Billy MacDougall (and by a rubbish bin up-ending over her head). When she woke up in hospital, all she wanted to know about was that chocolate!
Her Easter egg (a miracle gift from some resourcefull family member!) was put in the china cabinet for safe-keeping until Easter. Somebody was watching over my mother that night - that Easter egg was the only thing in the room left intact.

Anyone else have any memories of Nerston School? I would love to get a photo of the place to put in mum's album.

Cheers,
Terri

Posted by: connie 1st Nov 2008, 02:41am

does anybody remember getting sent to the library for being bad and being terrified because the place was supposed to be haunted by 2 women who grew up there you could see the grave stones from the windows or maybe i was a sucker for stories i remember the names of the dorms there was reekie lynn prosen esk isla and a canny remember a ny more but mrs robertson had varicose veins and one look fae her wis enough a didny shit in anybodys bed but we planked everybodys knickers when the blue light came on cause ye had tae wear the same knickers for 3 days and a remember kiddin on a had become a woman so a could get peace tae get a shower on my own although seeing people wae body hair gave me a bigger fright but all in all a do have some fond memories of the place mrs tucker thats another teacher although a remember being so terrified when you got picked to take the juice cups up the stair at night even the most scaredy cat in the place would stand up for themselves rather than be bullied into going up the wee stairs that led to the outside classrooms and into the dinner schools freaky and the old caretaker was george am just writing these memories as they come tome so frgive my english its jist graet to talk about with people who know as my husband thinks am daft and a was neglected but it was actually me who used to love going i would come home and go to the school office for a ressie form i thought a was a snob going to an all girls school it wasnt till years later a found out it was for people wae no money but a have really enjoyable memories and a used to write to miss fletcher they even asked me to write to a girl called kerry who was there at the same time as me and she was sent straight back for a few months as her mum had died it was a wee shame for herbut a wis there in the 80s so thank god it wasnt the 70s although they still had the beetle crushers from the 70s if we didnt have the correct footwear

Posted by: hopalong cassidy 10th Nov 2008, 08:32pm

When I was 11 my class at John Ogvilie Primary went to Midlothian Residential School near Gorebridge for 3 weeks. It was a former US army barracks. I had a great time meeting up with other schools.

Posted by: Fingal 14th Nov 2008, 09:08pm

I remember being sent to Galloway House south of Wigton when I was small for a coupleof weeks I think, probably in the late fifties. I don't remember exactly why, but it might have been because my Mum had contracted Rheumatic Fever one summer and was in hospital for some time and my Dad may not have been able to look after me properly. I lived in Craigbank and went to Gowanbank Primary School. My memories of the school are few and mostly neutral. I remember that there was a rota to feed some lambs and we had daily story time (The Incredible Journey) and listened to some music (Peer Gynt Suite). Not many other memories, but given the experiences of others at the different residential schools, maybe I have just repressed the bad ones smile.gif !
Fingal

Posted by: Lennox 15th Nov 2008, 12:51am

Hello Fingal, trust me if there are bad memories they will come out..

But I did have some ggod memories at the resi school and I went to another wee place for a weekend out near Biggar that was great cold but great,

Oh and Welcome To GG biggrin.gif

Posted by: sandy36 13th Dec 2008, 12:38am

just found your topics on fornethy residential school and im afraid it brought back terrible memories that ive tried so hard to forget over the years. im 38 years old now and still scarred from that horrible place. i went there when i was about 6 i think and it was strict, and i didnt know adults werent supposed to mistreat children, but i went home telling my mam i enjoyed it cos i didnt want her to feel bad. i wish i told her the truth, she sent me and my wee sis back the next year.
i remember having shallow cold baths and these women who were complete strangers scrubbing me in front of other girls with carbolic soap. then they went through your hair with a steel nit comb. now, they found some on me and cut my long blonde hair off, i was broken hearted. i went to bed still crying and this horrible teacher (miss robertson if i remember correctly), dragged me out of my bed and made me stand in the corridor, facing the wall for what felt like all night. the lights were a dim blue but it was still dark and i was terrified, especially cos id heard the ghost stories about the two women who used to live there.
miss robertson took a total dislike to me from then on and i remember her slapping me on the legs cos i didnt polish my shoes shiny enough. another time at breakfast, she said i was slouching and punched my shoulders right back to make me sit straight, she had total hate in her eyes she was a nasty...
every night we had to endure dancing to the chepa chirp song and watch telly with the teachers and drink theyre horrible out of date milk and eat half an orange.
they walked you for miles in wellies and you ended up with blisters.you got taken to these muddy farms and had to walk up a place called stony brae i think.
they also opened your letters and read what you wrote home so you couldnt escape!
they had school sesions in the morning and i remember making mothers day cards and one girl started crying cos she didnt have a mum but they made that poor wee girl make the card anyway.
i think you got about 10 seconds to brush your teeth and wash your face in the morning.
id love to sue whoever authorised that place being open because they were nothing but plain cruel. i had to grow up wondering what kind of people they were and i still think about it with total resentment.

Posted by: glasgow lass 13th Dec 2008, 12:53am

Hi sandy just read your post its atrocious what you had to go through but not surprising, I think that your story is one of the worst that I have read regarding these so called res schools but really most of the reports sound barberic, what these so called teachers did to little kids, TG that I was not one of them. If I were you sandy I would have to look into taking ( some ) sort of action against these people and demanding some kind of compensation ,,, Lass.

Posted by: sandy36 13th Dec 2008, 01:10am

thanks glasgowlass ,
ihave thought about but i dont think it would take the memories away, i wonder if anyone else has thought about it maybe we should get together and do something...

Posted by: Lennox 13th Dec 2008, 01:11pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 13th Mar 2008, 05:22pm) *
When I started this topic, it was meant to just get the fact out that these place were a part of live grownign up in Glasgow and probaly other area's of Scotland

I am sorry that it brough tback such horrible memories for some of you but , I have to ask the question

When do you let this stuff go ?


I mean we are all adults now and most o fus have dealt with it in other ways. I am not saying my time there was perfict far from it but if I keep it in the front of my mind for the past 40 odd years I'd be locked up. Thank God I have a sense of humor, and I am glad that my friends do cos it is the only way to get past some of this stuff

As this was so long ago for some of us another question come to mind

Who would you sue & on what grounds ?
Most of the people who were involved in these places worked for the School system or the Glasgow Corporation, and we sue as hell can't sue our parents for sending us there.




I posted this once before, I can't believe that grown adults would want to sue people who are long retired or dead, yes it was a rotten place and a rotten time , but it was not the thing or time that defined you..I am what I am because I had good people in my life and I could have gone done the wrong road, Fornethy did not ruin my life and it never will. I would love to see the place again and if I had the money turn it into a possitive place.

Posted by: glasgow lass 13th Dec 2008, 02:08pm

Lennox thats great for you however Sandys time there was not the same as yours was, Sandy sounds very traumatized by what was done to her as a wee girl by the people who were hired to be her caregivers it is my opinion that she has a right to an investigation, If I had been one of the unlucky kids who had this done to me then I would not hesitate to open this up ,,,, especially if I was still traumatized. And by the way Lennox its not the teachers per say that would sued but the government.

Posted by: Java 13th Dec 2008, 03:19pm

If those who would like tae sue jist pm me wi yer address, ah'll send the cheque direct, cos it would be me, ma weans and aw the other tax payers who end up payin'. huh.gif

By all means, highlight any mistreatment and do everything you can to ensure that this kind of thing can't happen to kids these days. That way something positive comes out of your experience.


Posted by: glasgow lass 13th Dec 2008, 03:58pm

Java highlight it by doing what, is having an investigation not highliting it enough??.

Posted by: Lennox 13th Dec 2008, 08:54pm

QUOTE (Java @ 13th Dec 2008, 03:01pm) *
If those who would like tae sue jist pm me wi yer address, ah'll send the cheque direct, cos it would be me, ma weans and aw the other tax payers who end up payin'. huh.gif



As you have my address just send me enough for a month in The Uk when it warm and I willny complain any more this year, huh.gif

Posted by: LittleLady 23rd Jan 2009, 04:29pm

HI everyone, came across these posts when i was looking for more information on fornethy. I have been interested about the building since my dad took me, my sister and my mum to look at the abandoned building a few years back, I live in the glen, so its not very far to travel.
We had to walk down the track as the gate was locked, I didnt think the building was big until i got around the side, as doesnt look to big until you get around the building, then you can actually take in how large the building is! i was amazed, i've never seen such a big building, just plonked pretty much in the middle of a forest! Has it always been huge or is part of it an extension?

My mum didnt like the building much, she said it gave her the heebie jeebies, I managed to look in some of the windows, there was still chalk on the boards, the floors were still shiny, but it was starting to fall apart, there was a car outside which looked like it had been sitting there for a couple of years at least, old washing on the line which had gone quite hard and slightly green, old toys lying about and still hopscotch marks on the concrete around the side of the building, which was obviously the play area. I havent stopped thinking about the building, I can remember the way it felt walking around the outside, the building was really creepy, it gave off a really horrible feeling, & from reading all these posts I now understand why it made me feel so weird. I didnt know at the time what horrific things had gone on there, but it certainly made me feel weird.
As we were leaving the high window above the door looking out onto the washing line, had a light on which was had a light blue tint to it, (which makes sence now as some of the posts have described a blue kinda light) we hadnt noticed it on or hadnt been on when we had arrived. so we tryed knocking again, but there was no answer. Not sure if it was something spooky or just the dodgy car owner.

do any of you have any pictures of the building when it was in use? I would love to see them.

I cant believe that such horrible things were allowed to go on, and without anything being done about them, i admire that you have such a good sence of humour Java! even after the horrible things that happend to you, and the rest of you.

Posted by: karen7b 25th Jan 2009, 09:06pm

Hi just searching for Fornethy House as my sisters and i first went there in the 1980, and came across this, some of the posts are quite sad, my sisters have much the same memories of dread as most others, but i loved it, thought it was great i went three times and was gutted when i was too old (when i went to high school).

There was some discipline, it may be regarded as harsh now but it instilled good manners and etiquette into most of its patrons, something that many never got at home.

I came from a loving home so it was not an escape from that it was just different seeing places and scenery that i had never seen before. I saw some stuff that i found frightening like when Miss Robertson threw her shoe down the stair because a girl held on to the bannister i never knew that we were not allowed to do this but hey im a fast learner, a scoll shoe in the air and im taught. Another time my sister was sick at lunch time and Mrs Johnstone i think her name was made her scrape it to the side of her plate and eat the rest, and that sister came back again my other two younger sisters have scary memories of it, they only came once.

I was hit on one occassion i was 9 or 10 when the minister came one wednesday telling stories, i just wanted fish and chips for dinner, we got that everytime the minister came. I got bored and kept messing with my pinny and got told off but i must have continued messing as the next thing i knew Miss Fletcher was in my face shouting at me then slapped my hand and said maybe that will stop you it was more embarrasing than sore as everyone was there including the minister.
When i was in dorm Isla a small girl was crying all night for her mum and like Sandy36 Miss Roberson a teacher with short dark hair and what i thought at the time manly features dragged her out of bed and made her stand in the corridor; we had also heard about the ghost in Clover and it was next dorm from isla and the wee soul wet herself because she was afraid to go to the toilet and she got yelled at again and made to clean the floor which was wet.

I dont know if girls were forced to go, in our school you put your name down and if you were deemed poor enough you got selected. My friend tried for a few years before she was finally allowed to go and that was only because her dad lost his job and she like myself loved it.

It was really good reading all the posts and they brought back many memories. After reading my own memories it doesn't sound like a great place but i really did love going there for 6 weeks at a time.

Posted by: joany 26th Jan 2009, 05:01pm

Recently I decided to do a search on Fornethy as found this site,I can soooo relate with Liz on a lot of what you have said in your post! In this day and age the teachers or guardians at Fornethy would never have get away with the treatment they gave us.

I was there Sep-Oct 1969. the bit about going to church on Sundays only so many were allowed I recollect that, I remember learning the song 10 guitars, and also kiss me honey,honey.on a sat night.. every time I hear those songs it takes me back to that time! I remember sitting at the dining table at night and only being allowed a half cup of tea as I used to wet the bed and I would sneak into the toilets to take a drink from the taps, the dorms all had names I can't recollect what one I was in- but it was the one nearest the stairs there was about 6 or 8 beds in ours, One night all the girls in the dorm were laughing about something can't remember what mind you this was 40 years ago as I'm fifty this year,but I remember the teaching coming in and pulling my pygamas down and leathering into my backsidefor it, I was nearst the door so first to get it .

they were very strict about everything! remember everyday waiting to see if my mum had sent me a letter or a parcel, they used to take any monies sent and it was kept for sweets at the weekend.what a great feeling it was when you got a letter thats what kept me going while there.

do you remember the see-saw and swings that were there? and the long walks they took us,through the forests.

I remember while I was there the letters stop coming for me and no parcels it was upsetting, as most of the other children got.. I thought can't wait to get home to my mum, the saddest part of it all was when I got home my Grandma met me at the station and I asked where's mum? she said your coming to live with for a little I'll explain when we get home, although I still think back to Fornethy a lot the saddest part for was when my gran sat me down to tell me my mum was away to heaven to be with the angels now.she was only 34 years old..the last time I saw my mum was when she took me on the bus to drop me with the other children going to Fornethy..


Joany


Posted by: Melody 26th Jan 2009, 06:33pm

Aw Joany ya wee soul, how sad for you trying to come to terms with that terrible news on your return home. I could just see you there in my mind's eye with your Granma. It's just not easy losing a mother at any age but to lose your mother at that age is just heartbreaking. wub.gif

Posted by: glasgow lass 26th Jan 2009, 11:51pm

All of these stories put to gether >>>>what a great movie they would make !!

Posted by: joany 28th Jan 2009, 01:21pm

Thanks Melody, is was heartbreaking, but 40 later I kinda would still like to go back , and visit Fornethy, like another poster says face my demons! , I found a video on another site and wonder who the lady in it? is and if she was a former guest there, I'll post the link if I'm allowed to? It basically shows you the housre and certainly has brought so many memories to me.. some of you may have already seen it on doing research about fornethy.It looks so spooky

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=8oGLkTZGIlU


Joany

Posted by: ayemibbe 1st Feb 2009, 10:43pm

i see couple of other people remember galloway house too. i went there from shawlands for i think 3 weeks in the very early 60's.
had a great time apart from having some wee hard man (9 or 10 years old!) pissing in my welly boots and being told i had to eat my porridge even tho' i told them it'd make me sick. after i'd done as ordered i threw it all up over the table and henceforth got cornflakes. laugh.gif

Posted by: lindabraveheart 8th Feb 2009, 11:31pm

QUOTE (sandy36 @ 13th Dec 2008, 12:08am) *
just found your topics on fornethy residential school and im afraid it brought back terrible memories that ive tried so hard to forget over the years. im 38 years old now and still scarred from that horrible place. i went there when i was about 6 i think and it was strict, and i didnt know adults werent supposed to mistreat children, but i went home telling my mam i enjoyed it cos i didnt want her to feel bad. i wish i told her the truth, she sent me and my wee sis back the next year.
i remember having shallow cold baths and these women who were complete strangers scrubbing me in front of other girls with carbolic soap. then they went through your hair with a steel nit comb. now, they found some on me and cut my long blonde hair off, i was broken hearted. i went to bed still crying and this horrible teacher (miss robertson if i remember correctly), dragged me out of my bed and made me stand in the corridor, facing the wall for what felt like all night. the lights were a dim blue but it was still dark and i was terrified, especially cos id heard the ghost stories about the two women who used to live there.
miss robertson took a total dislike to me from then on and i remember her slapping me on the legs cos i didnt polish my shoes shiny enough. another time at breakfast, she said i was slouching and punched my shoulders right back to make me sit straight, she had total hate in her eyes she was a nasty...
every night we had to endure dancing to the chepa chirp song and watch telly with the teachers and drink theyre horrible out of date milk and eat half an orange.
they walked you for miles in wellies and you ended up with blisters.you got taken to these muddy farms and had to walk up a place called stony brae i think.
they also opened your letters and read what you wrote home so you couldnt escape!
they had school sesions in the morning and i remember making mothers day cards and one girl started crying cos she didnt have a mum but they made that poor wee girl make the card anyway.
i think you got about 10 seconds to brush your teeth and wash your face in the morning.
id love to sue whoever authorised that place being open because they were nothing but plain cruel. i had to grow up wondering what kind of people they were and i still think about it with total resentment.


Posted by: lindabraveheart 8th Feb 2009, 11:34pm

hi sandy i have to agree with your comments regaurds to it bein a nitemare for you . i like you felt mistreated by these so called teachers do they not realize how evil they were and the effect it would have on us in later life these people shud be named and shamed.. ide love to meet the bullys now as im not that wee lassie no more ...

Posted by: jane watson 13th Mar 2009, 12:15am

hi i went to fornethy residential school 1978 1979 round about i hated it does anyone remeber the song we got tough the lord is good to me and so i thank the lord for giving me the things i need the sun the rain and the apple seed the lord is good to me amen. that song has been drilled in my head for years. that was the prayer we had to say before we ate doe anyone remeber.
Out side in the play ground the play area was made of logs does anyone remeber that.
if anyone went to westwood secondary school or blairtomock let me know as i might have been at the residential school the same time. wink.gif

Posted by: jane watson 13th Mar 2009, 12:22am

does anyone know the address of fornethy and post code as i would like to go see it after all these years. is it open to the public to have a look inside. does anyone know.

Posted by: booze bag 16th Mar 2009, 08:09pm

RESSIDENTIAL SCHOOLS
ME AND MY OLDER BROTHER WENT TO CRAIG RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL KILMARNOCK,IN MID FIFTYS, REALLY ENJOYED IT.I WAS ABOUT 7 YEARS OLD,FIRST TIME WEARING PAGYAMAS AND UNDERPANTS HA HA. THEN WENT TO AGNES PATRICK STEVENSON ROTHSAY TWICE DID ANYONE GO THERE? CANT REMEMBER YEARS I WENT,BUT TEACHERS NAMES WHERE MR CHRISTE & MR CHURURAS IT WAS UP THE HILL AT ASCOG////

Posted by: Lennox 16th Mar 2009, 08:46pm

QUOTE (jane watson @ 12th Mar 2009, 11:52pm) *
does anyone know the address of fornethy and post code as i would like to go see it after all these years. is it open to the public to have a look inside. does anyone know.



Jane a few pages back on this topic there is some photo's that a member posted biggrin.gif

Posted by: *John* 20th Mar 2009, 04:11am

Did anyone go to Colintraive? Dou remember a teacher called Jarvis?

Posted by: Rabbie 20th Mar 2009, 05:32pm

Hi John,

Welcome to the nuthoose.

I was at Colintraive Residential School (Caol Ruadh) for 6 weeks in the school summer holidays of 1966 and 1967.

I remember that the Janny / Groundsman was an auld baldy gezzer called Mr. Crabtree and he had a son called Robert who lived there. I think it was Mr Crabtree and his wife that run the wee sweety shop in the school. It was a wee dark room, light by one bare light bulb. It ye remember the set in Colditz, this was worse!

A teecher called Jarvis. Hmm, does seems to ring a wee bell somewhere. I have an image in ma heid, wus it a guy who always worse wan of those Arran sweaters an a pair of scabby cord flannels, did he huv curly blonde hair and look like a right jessie?

Remember the pletora of rules that existed there? I am pretty sure Gordan Broon must have passed through this place and used it for inspiration.

Amoungst loads of other things, there existed over 30 rules defining what constituted being *Out of Bounds*. Breaking these rules had it's appropraite reward, namely a good licking o' the tawse.

One rule that I recall was that if you were surrounded by more than 1 inch of water, you were deemed out of bounds. An fur each inch over that you where summarily awared 1 extra lick o the belt.
So, as is my want, I decided to test this theory, so ah waded into the sea onto to a wee rock aboot 5 yairds oot. So that wid huv been 5*36 = a loat o the belt.

Weel, rules are for fools and for the guidance of the wise.

As I suffer from incurable wanderlust, I decided that I was goona to walk back hame to Glasgow, only a mere 80 miles, give or take a few, unless could skip on the ferry at Dunoon. A few of my fellow sufferers latched onto the idea. But unbeknown to us, some wee sleekit snide had grassed us up to the hiedmaister. We were hardly 5 mins up the road when got busted, goat herded back to school and and the black death was unleashed oan us.

We had some wee songs there.

There is a happy land far, far away
Where ye git purridge oats three times a day
Soapy waater fur yer tea
Thats the wi they treatit me in
Caol Ruadh


another wus

10 mair days to go, 10 mair days o sorrow
10 mair days in this auld dump, an ah'll be hame the morra


I recall when I was there they wur blasting a new road though to Tighnabruiach.

Had a good time there, is a lovely part of the world, wis nice to get oot the middens, soot and grime for a wee while.

I am no sure if the place is still there, but read somewhere that it might be used as wan o those outward bounds outfits.

Need to git me erse up the road sometime and have good recce.

Posted by: Rabbie 22nd Mar 2009, 04:04pm

Been racking my remaining brain cell aboot my time in Caol Ruadh, amazing wit ye can dig up with a bit of ferriting aroond. Nea wonder I wus called The Ginger Ferrit, no so ginger now, its aw bliddy white, thats executive silver tae you loat!

Too much sunshine.

Anyways, this wan should bring back some memories for anyone that pasted thro Colintraive Residential Schools *hallowed* portals. Pretty sure that could beMr and Mrs Crabtree ahint yon coonter.

Anywan recognise themselves or anyone else?!

It's the sweety shop in the school.




Posted by: george s 31st Mar 2009, 07:29pm

QUOTE (mitchell @ 14th Jun 2007, 09:58pm) *
Does anyone recall Seafield residential school just outside Ardrossan?.

ye i went their summer of 77

Posted by: mbaxter1 11th Apr 2009, 11:07pm

QUOTE (rosie37 @ 24th Sep 2007, 01:22pm) *
biggrin.gif Just adding a couple of more pic's biggrin.gif

Hi im new to this site, just looking at your pics give me goose bumps. I went to fornethy 1973 to 1976 i think. I think i went about 3 times, the second time i went i took very ill and ended up in a hospital in dundee and i dont remember anyone coming to see me and that was very scary for a little girl. I was reading everyones stories about the place and everyone seem to have the same story to tell, me myself i still dream about that place thats why i had alook online to see if i could find anything out about the place and was surprised to come across all those stories. Does anyone remember the private garden they used to take you too, it was so creepy inside there, and all them long walks for miles and miles, that was just pure cruelty to young kids making them walk all that way. I hated friday as you had fish for lunch and as a child i hated it and they would make me sit there all afternoon until i ate that then they would not let you have any sweets, (nasty that was). That place was also haunted, i woke one morning to have all my clothes all thrown over the floor along with all my bed sheets the only thing left on the bed was the rubber mat and one sheet covering me from head to toe, that was very scary i have never got over that and will never forget it. On my third time there i met girl called Helen Anderson who was abit of a tom boy she was from Anderson and had a wee brother called Thomas so if your out there Helen and happen to read this hola back and have a chat.

Posted by: l1zkenned1@hotmail.com 15th May 2009, 03:29pm

I think the school in Perthshire was FORNETHY my younger sister Helen went there and to this day spreks of it she enjoyed it. I went to Castle Toward Dunoon and went to see it last year building is still in use but it looks so small now.

Posted by: donna hughes 23rd May 2009, 02:33pm

QUOTE (rosie37 @ 30th Sep 2007, 02:16pm) *
cool.gif this one of fornethy for the brave among you who wanna go see !!!!!!!!

hi i went 2 fornethy house, i so hated it.

Posted by: *nessie80* 31st May 2009, 12:35am

my sister and I went to a residential school in Maybole Ayrshire, a place called Lumsden in 1964. It was the former mansion of a Dr. Lumsden who, rumor has it participated in studies on snatched dead bodies. I was 9 and my sister was 6. We had never been away from our home before so it was a bitter, sweet experience. It was a girl's school. My sister and I visited it back in 1991, and not too much had changed about the place except it was now a home for boys with problems. If we were exceptionally good, we would get to go into the "turret" and play. It was an actual turret. Our sweeties were rationed, we were allowed to pick one item every evening from our sweetie box. The meals were good and the accomodation was dormitory style.The hot chocolate was the best ever, and we got it in the evening before bed. I remember one night I had to go pee, now the rumor had it that the place was haunted, so I was scared to go the bathroom and decided to go in the waste paper BASKET, and I did, and when I woke up in the morning there was pee all around the BASKET. (I wonder why).I did my upmost to get rid of the evidence befor the staff came into the room, I used my clean socks and anything I could find to clean it up. The staff were strict, I think they thought we were just a bunch of wee ruffies from Glesca that had no couthe. I was called dirty because I did not clean out the bath tub after I used it. Well I idn't know any better as ma mammy used to take care of that. I used to enjoy the long walks we would take into Maybole, and the stories the staff would tell us. We would tell ghost stories and scare the hell out of ourselves. Some of the girls hated it there and were always planning on how to escape, we knew that over the hills was Glasgow, but how to get there was a problem. There was a train track that ran at the bottom of the field, but the trains went past fairly fast. Two sisters did ESCAPE, and went back home. All in all like I said earlier I look back on my stay there and think "what a wonderful experience for a child" especially one from the inner city. We lived in Drumchapel and had plenty of fresh air and fields to run around in, and coos to chase.

Posted by: Helen Evans 10th Jun 2009, 01:09am

QUOTE (Lennox @ 16th Oct 2006, 09:06pm) *
While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif

Dalguise House I went there and loved it but i have lots of memories of that place. tell u this one I never liked potatoes so every night when we got them on our plate i just left them, then when friday came and time for fish and chips WHAT NOT CHIPS ON MA PLATE when i asked for them i was told "you dont like potatoes" "but i like chips" said me i was compleatly ignored and never got chips to this day but the old rotten totties were still put on ma plate i could tell you lots more stories about Dalguise house google it and you will see the big house would love to visit it some day.. Helen Evans

Posted by: cath wright 14th Jun 2009, 07:02pm

was it fornethy

Posted by: Lennox 22nd Jun 2009, 08:14pm

Yes Cath is was Fornethy smile.gif Have you been anaw huh.gif

Posted by: klingon 23rd Jun 2009, 11:08am

Couldnae have been Dalguise residential school just outside Dunkeld in Perthshire?-was there for a wee while in 1958-Big sprawling "Addams Family" hoose with rooms called after mountains as far as I can remember-Scheihallion Nevis etc,belonged to Glasgow Corpie and was used for School camps and the like-the most miserable time I ever had in my life-crabbit teachers and always freezin cauld.With any luck it will have fell doon by now!

Posted by: Pamfa 3rd Aug 2009, 06:35pm

Hi, I just came across this site last night, whilst looking for info on Fornethy House............I went there during the Easter break of 1974, with my 2 sisters. We loved it when we arrived, but some of the other girls warned us that the teachers were temporary, whilst the usual teachers were on holiday. We had 2 weeks of a pleasurable experience (despite the showers/ nit comb/ etc, and the fact I was given a pair of shoes that ripped my feet to shrebs with blisters!!)

After 2 weeks, the nice teachers left and the usual ones were back..........I can't remember most of them, but I do remember Miss Fletcher.!! There were guinea pigs outside in hutches that we were allowed to pet occasionally, and who could forget the walks through the farm with the smells/mud!? Even now, if I walk through a farm, the smells remind me of Fornethy!

Although it was tough with all the rules, I didn't find it tooooooo bad......not much different from the discipline at home!! There was another family of 3 girls there at the same time, plus an older girl who was captain of our dorm, Clova........the girl's name was Isla. I think I remember a girl called Iris too, who was about 8,,,,,she won a dancing competion just before bedtime!

Looking at the pics, I didn't recognise the building, until I saw the pic of the back with the part where they kept the guinea pigs

We were meant to be there for 5 weeks, but my sisters and I were lucky, as our family moved during that time to the Highlands, so we got home a week early,moving North the next day! Would be lovely to hear from anyone who remembers us

Posted by: Esther 6th Aug 2009, 04:36am

QUOTE (Lennox @ 16th Oct 2006, 10:06pm) *
While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif


I also went to a place in Perthshire. We all lived in a very large room with tones of beds all around ..I think like 20 ..I also remember if you had lice in you're hair they would cut it of...and we all would cry...I remember watching the movie ..the night of the titians or somthing like that. Boy ---my memories was pretty bad all I wanted to do was go home to my mammy!! The last few days they took us to a large field were they had races,hot dogs lots of food....we also swam in the river which I thought was like drinking water.. it was that clear.Does anyone remembers all this stuff or am I dreaming?

Posted by: joycewilson 6th Aug 2009, 07:50am

Saw the words Residential Schools and had to have a nosey...I ALWAYS wanted to go to a residential school...but never got to go.
There was a few familes close to where I was brought up and the kids went there every year, I always wished I could go...so had to have a look to see what folks were saying about them.
I have only had the time to go to page two of this but it looks like good reading will be back to read the rest...loved the story of your dad was a clown lol think thats made a few laugh lol x
Hope theres more stories on this looks interesting.....

Posted by: joycewilson 6th Aug 2009, 08:19am

Couldnt go off here I went back and read all the posts on here...some sad memories for folks too....think I was lucky I never got to go now....but a lot of good reading here and interesting...some shocking stories...xxxxx

Posted by: glasgow lass 6th Aug 2009, 11:29am

You are absolutely right joyce this thread is a really great read, I missed going here also, thanks to my mother.

Posted by: Rabbie 6th Aug 2009, 03:44pm

Just a wee note.

Another ressy school I went in summer 69 / 70 was in Clynder, just across the waater from Faslane / Rhu.

Was like a big hoose and had about 10 weans or so.

It was privately run and had a fabulous owner and staff. The place where it was run from was on Paisley Rd West, just past the fork with Govan Rd.

It was in Clynder that I watched the moon landing in 1969 and had my first winching sessions ahint a big tree wi a lassie frea Castlemilk or Drumchapel. Shows how much attention I was paying.

I think she came from Glenacre Drive or someit close to that. 115 rings a bell.

Unforgettable and fun times.

Posted by: glasgow lass 6th Aug 2009, 05:24pm

Rabbie a think yoo whid have a good time no matter where'yi went laugh.gif laugh.gif
jist like the song say's " we're here for a good time not a long time " dae'yi know that wan, one of my favorites lol.

Posted by: Lennox 6th Aug 2009, 05:44pm

I never knew that there was so many of them around the area. ( Meaning Scotland )

Posted by: joycewilson 6th Aug 2009, 06:18pm

Lennox, I am e same as you didnt realise there were so many Residential Schools in Scotland either, I have no idea which one the families from my area in Castlemilk went to, just always remember them heading off and me being left without my friends for what seemed like forever.
I remember always thinking I was the only one not having a good time and that they were away on a great holiday, reading this thread makes my feeling totally change, I had no idea whatsoever what they were like ...my childs mind thought they were all off on some great adventure and I so wanted to go there !!

Posted by: Lennox 6th Aug 2009, 06:22pm

QUOTE (joycewilson @ 6th Aug 2009, 07:18pm) *
...my childs mind thought they were all off on some great adventure



It was an adventure, just to survive and get home in one piece huh.gif

Posted by: ashfield 6th Aug 2009, 06:42pm

I was at another in Abington which I think was called Glengonner shcool around 1959/60. I hated it at first but as we were getting towards the end of the stay I wanted it to go on longer. There were folk from several glasgow schools there at the same time and we slept in long wooden dorms. Last thing before bed we were given stuff from a large urn which was allegedly cocoa, ugh. Staff were ok though. One of my classmates stood on a hornets nest and was stung so badly she got taken to hospital. There was a girl from another school who was a fantastic (an am no easily impressed) singer, I alway wondered if she had a career doing it.

Posted by: Lennox 6th Aug 2009, 07:09pm

QUOTE (ashfield @ 6th Aug 2009, 07:42pm) *
Last thing before bed we were given stuff from a large urn which was allegedly cocoa, ugh.



Most of the stuff we were given was Allegedly one of the four foods groups but I would not swear to it maself unsure.gif

Posted by: Rabbie 6th Aug 2009, 10:46pm

Ash thanks for reminding me, thats another wee place I spent some time at

It is called GlenConner I think. I was there feb 61/62<ish> I was about 4 or 5. It was freeezing cauld but wit a place! I hated the green pea soup.

Some of the old wooden huts, with the original names still exist, as at July 2009.

I was up there last month, and dropped in and climbed a few fences, peeped through some windeas.

I got talking to a local lassie and her weans, who she was taking for a walk by the Clyde. She related the the M74 noise pollution is horrid and the only respite they have is on Xmas day. But when you get doon to the watter, you dont hear that distant rumble of pollution.

I took some photies <old fashioned way> with my dodgy OM10, I will get them developed and scan them.

The old dinner school was there and some old dorms.

There is a houseing estate encrouching in it and many of the old huts have been reduced to piles of rubble, just recently by looks of it.

Fab place, the old fire station is still.

If they got rid of M74, I could happily live my days out there. Lovley wee corner of heaven.

Posted by: ashfield 7th Aug 2009, 07:56am

Rabbie, have a look at this, found it this morning.

http://www.myrenfrew.com/iansphotos.htm

Posted by: Lennox 7th Aug 2009, 11:32am

Interesting wee link there. You got one on Fornethy Hoose huh.gif

Posted by: ashfield 7th Aug 2009, 01:44pm

I tried to find a link but no joy. I am sure this has been put up before but it is good for specific areas, you need to register but it is straightforward. It's linked to Ordinance Survey and they are trying to get a photo of every area covering the whole of UK. Huvny got to Fornethy yet though dry.gif

http://www.geograph.org.uk/

Posted by: Lennox 7th Aug 2009, 02:00pm

That link is a good site I have it on the works desktop, I think Rab put it up I looked on it for Fornethy notta thanks anyway smile.gif

Posted by: eastender 18th Aug 2009, 11:55pm

QUOTE (mitchell @ 14th Jun 2007, 10:46pm) *
Does anyone recall Seafield residential school just outside Ardrossan?.



Yes, I was there in the early 70's

cried every night and lost my box of soldiers in a desk on the glorious day i was going home, I remember looking out over the road to the sea and wondering if I'd ever see my parents again, and getting a wee envelope with money in it...sad times....

places like them were just cruel, i think the school is now run by quarriers. ohmy.gif

Posted by: anne1206 27th Aug 2009, 06:10pm

I went to Galloway House in Wigton, 1963, Was treated well by teachers and staff, food was ok, but unfortunately I was really small for my age and got buliled by other kids who were head and shoulders above me, so that has marred some of the nicer memories of the place, I drove to Galloway House about ten years ago, and as is normal it didnt look so big or imposing as an adult (now just five foot).
I recently got back in touch with an old school friend who was there with me, and she still has the diary that we used to write in every day, so there is some nice memories of feeding the lambs,going to the beach, and climbing the monkey tree, in the diary.I think the idea of the time was to give city children a bit of country life and a cheap holiday, I was there for five weeks, but from reading the posts on here each area seemed to have its own criteria,
thanks everyone for sharing the memories, just a shame they were not all good ones.
smile.gif

Posted by: Mark Bird 16th Sep 2009, 12:54pm

QUOTE (*John* @ 20th Mar 2009, 04:11am) *
Did anyone go to Colintraive? Dou remember a teacher called Jarvis?

Mark Bird 16th September, 2009

I went to Caol Ruadh Residential School with the schools I had been to on the following occasions:
August 1978 Ladyloan School
May 1981 Ladyloan
May 1983 St Kevins
September 1983 St Kevins
June 1984 St Joan of Arc
May 1986 St Joan of Arc
April 1988 St Joan of Arc.

I don't remember a teacher called Mr. Jarvis but during the times I have been to Caol Ruadh, the teachers' names were Mrs Stevens (Class 1), Mrs Grant (Class 2) and Mr Grant (Class 3) and the head teacher was Mrs Sutton. I very much imagine they must be all retired now.

Posted by: wee.c.x 18th Sep 2009, 03:46pm

Hi there, I was looking for some info on fornethy on google and it brought me to this site,smile.gif I must say I'm shocked by all the bad rep and memmories people have of the place it must have Completly changed when I went. I was in primary 4 1994 when I went with my school class for an Activity week, all our teachers were ther but we were seperated in to groups when we got there, I had Mrs smith and was in the sprogs group, we did all sorts of activities such as hill walking, Bird watching orientering, checking out the local wild life etc we also had play times etc.
I do remember it being very strict though lights out at 9 and u had to eat all ur food if u wanted a
Treat etc. However the showering had not changed I was very embarissed by that we were all taken
In to the shower blocks girls on one side boys on the other, made to strip naked in front of everyone
And were to stand in line for our shower, only given a few minutes to was in an almost cold shower.
It was horrible I remember the door being left open and a man waking past and looking in, I was already very self conciouse of people seeing my bare body without that, in all that was my only bad experience of my trip.

Posted by: Mags07 18th Sep 2009, 05:12pm

Hi folks, this has brought me back to my time in Galloway house in 1972 or 73, I had a mixed experience both good and bad momories. thought I was going on a big exciting adventure and that I was lucky be be going lol was I wrong. Loved the dorm type rooms had a great laugh when the teachers were all in bed getting up to all sorts ie we played dentist's using the worst smelly socks in the dorm pretending it was the gas lol. Loved seeing all the rabbits first thing in the morning there were hundreds of them, and loved to go see the wee lambs. My own teacher who came with us was great but I remember 2 female teachers who were horrible, Mrs Brockie used to hit you on the hear with her knuckles if you talked in class and Mrs woodrow used to hit kids with a wooden scholl sandle on the backside if they were talking to much. I also remember being made to stand naked waiting on a shower and at the age of 11 or 12 this was total humiliation. We also had to share the toilets with 2 pans next to each other with no privicy at all. Dinner time was horrific for me I was made to sit for hours while they tried to make me eat mince and totties all the other kids had left the dinning area and I was kept there with 2 teachers telling me I was not moving until I ate it, I never did and they eventually gave up lol. Im still as determined as ever lol. I could go on and on recalling my time in Galloway house, I have not been traumatised by it although I do remember all the bad things. Would love to go back and visit it now, if anyone else out there wants to join me let me know.

I went with Pinewood Primary school in Drumchapel


Posted by: guest 13th Oct 2009, 02:14pm

Hi everyone i went to fornethy a few times my first was around 1984 my sister had already been before me and she told me horror stories which my mum told me not to listen to but yes they were all true.
I remember going to buchanan bus station to get the bus to fornethy with my mum waving at the bus window and me in a mood about going trying to look in the other direction from my mum so i wouldnt burst in to tears infront of the other girls .
Each time i went i was in a different dorm i remember the blue lights that came on in the dorms as i was trying to sleep and i also remember a lot of the other girls could be so mean at bedtime ie pouring water over the bed sheets so to make it look like a girl had peed the bed etc
i also remember a girl who had took her periods for the first time and had woken up to the bed being all blood she said to the other girls she had a nose bleed but this didnt ring true to the bullys who tormented her for the rest of the time being in fornethy about taking her periods oh how that girls must have felt .
i remember i loved it when it was fish and chips night for dinner i can still taste it and the plain crisps we had in a basket to nibble on at the table ,i hated it when you had to sit at the dinner table while they used to call out your name if you had a letter from home i used to pray i would have 1 these letters had always been opened and read before you got them and if any money had been in them you wouldnt see it ,it went in your account for your tuck shop and you would get a set amount you could spend .on my first occasion at fornethy i didnt receive any mail from home or any money i remember being so upset i would cry myself to sleep as the other girls would sing a song that went somthing like this - peanut butter and honey yer mas no got any money ,the teachers took pitty on me i think so they used to give me some odd jobs and would pay money in to my tuck account i remember having to wash inside and out side of the teachers cars to earn the money ,when i got home i remember my mum and my sister picking me up from buchanan st and we got a taxi home my mum said i was so quit was anything wrong and i asked why i hadnt had any letters or money she just looked at my sister and all hell broke loose in the taxi lol as it turned out my mum had been sending mail with money and asking my sister to post them but my sister was opening them so she could have the money thinking back on this it is funny but it wasnt at the time .
I also remember when we were to write home we used to sit in the classroom and the teacher would write on the board and we were to copy what she wrote we werent allowed to write anything different from her or our letters wouldnt be sent , once i wrote one to my brother who was in jail at the time and i remember the teachers face when she saw the address it was to be sent to was a prison i thought she's not going to send this but she did i as received one back from him but was taken in to a private room to have it read out to me by miss fletcher like i had comitted a crime.
Does any one remember laundry day when you had to line up with your laundry and the wee pinny that they issued you with the invantry on what clothers you had .I also remember lining up for a bath a line of naked girls all very embarrasing think there was 2 baths with very little water in them and a lady used to wash you with what felt like a steel brush and the carbolic soap somehow carbolic soap always remembers me of fornethy it may be the fact that as a punishment for fighting in the shower room a fight that i may add wasnt started by me but by one of the bullys that had it in for me since day 1 , the punishment was i had to clean the shower room floor and if my memorie is correct it was a big floor the teacher handed me a toothbrush and a bar of carbolic soap and i was to clean this floor she would come in every now and again and tell me i missed the corners what a bitch.
i also remember we all sat watching a film or somthing at night and we all got some milk and a digestive biscuit i hate digestives but on the odd occasion we got 1 rich tea .
i loved it when we got out to play think it was at the back of the house i loved the swing but the only think was so did lots of the other girls so we had to have 10 goes then it was someone elses turn 1 was going up and 2 was swinging back on the swing so your turn never lasted long.
I remember the time i got sent to fornethy with my sister think that was my second time she was in charge of the dorm and she was proud to wear the sash she got issued to state this lol.
she was to lock the dorm door but make sure all the girls were out before she done so but 1 day she had locked the door but didnt realise she had locked mrs fletchers dog in the dorm think its name was jet well the whole day mrs fletcher had all the staff and girls searching for this dog that she thought had gone missing when it was found locked in the dorm she went mad on my sister she made her stand out side that night with her bed clothes on in the rain.Ever since that incident she had it in for me and my sister but it was only me who returned to fornethy after that.
One year i went i must have been classed as one of the good girls as i was 1 of the selected few that went on a mini bus and was took to church in the town i hated it mrs fletcher gave us all a talking to before hand on what way to behave this involved speak only when spoken to and basically sit and dont move a muscle.
Does anyone remember the peacock that went around the grouds of fernethy it was so beautiful.
Oh i could go on forever about fornethy ,think i went about 5 times it has had a big impact on my life good and bad when i talk about it with my mother now she asked why i never said how bad it was and thinking about it i dont think i did i think i just never spoke about it when i came home.

Posted by: Gina46 14th Oct 2009, 09:27pm

I remember when I nwas about eight my mother told me that I was going on a wonderful trip thru the Parish.

My bag all packed and off I went with a few other children. My God, the place was run by nuns and wickedly barron, the nuns were nice mind you but, the place was as cold as a ice. It was called MAYBOLE..I`ll never forget that place---hated it! Anyone else here visit that HOME? Honest I was only eight..nothing to do with wayward girls.

Posted by: Alex MacPhee 17th Oct 2009, 09:55pm

QUOTE (booze bag @ 16th Mar 2009, 08:51pm) *
THEN WENT TO AGNES PATRICK STEVENSON ROTHSAY TWICE DID ANYONE GO THERE? CANT REMEMBER YEARS I WENT,BUT TEACHERS NAMES WHERE MR CHRISTE & MR CHURURAS IT WAS UP THE HILL AT ASCOG

I went there around 1965. There were two schools, Agnes Patrick for girls, and higher up the hill, the Stevenson for boys. I remember Mr Christie, though I didn't like him very much, and there was another teacher whose name might have been Mr Sproul, though I'm not certain of that. The third teacher I remember was Miss Conlon, and by jove, I fancied her, being just fifteen and hormones starting to kick in! There was a woman whose name, I think, was Mrs Trainer, and she was the housekeeper.

We were taught ballroom dancing there, and there was a ball to be held with the girls invited up to Stevenson on the night of the dance. Among the dances was a knock-out dance, with the best couple left on the floor. I was an incredibly shy lad, and that night, a girl nodded at me to ask her to dance, and so I asked her up. We stayed together most of the time, and danced the Veleta, the Military Two-step, St Bernard's waltz, Canadian barn dance, Pride of Erin, and many others. During the knock-out, I became more and more nervous and excited as others were tapped on the shoulder and invited to leave the floor.

I still remember her name. She was called Marie Speirs, from Anniesland, and she had lovely blue eyes and fair hair. At the end of the knock-out dance, there were just two couples left, Marie and me, and another. I think the other lad was called Potts, but I don't remember the name of his dance partner. The judges (all the teachers) couldn't decide, so declared a tie between us.

I've often wondered what became of that lass and where she is now.

Posted by: okhen? 26th Oct 2009, 10:01pm

Thanks to everyone who wrote aboot their time in Fornethy, evoked a real mix of emotion in me. The photos were fantastic too, could just see myself sitting on the swing which was just out of one of the shots.

I wis a poor wean, probably went there for feeding up and to relieve the family a bit.
Cannae remember any of the teachers names but I have an image of class teacher wae purple rinse in her hair so she must have been getting on a bit.
Anyone remember her?
Well remember the long walks, watching the sheep birthing and have a strange haunting memory of walking through a wood which had a huge cage. There were two huge crows feeding on a dead sheep in this cage if my memory serves me right. The teacher rushed us past it and told us not to ask questions about it. Dunno if that's a false memory but I've often wondered about it.
I took a lot of abuse from the headmistress for queueing for sweets when my mother never sent me any money. I wis a scared wean and thought I had to join the queue, dreaded it and wasn't brave enough to cop out.
The bitch would throw a ha'penny sweet at me with a torrent of words describing my worthlessness and i'd eat ma sweetie chokin on tears and humiliation. Went on for three weeks, she'd scream at me in the dining room, make me eat every scrap on the plate, backhanded me hard on the face when I gagged on a fatty lump of stew. can't tell you how relieved I was to finally get a letter and a postal order. I bought the headie a box of roses that week, put things right between us and she left me alone after that. With hindsight, I don't think I could have done a better job of turning the humiliation around if I'd had the wit in me. Guess the word went round the staff, Mrs purple hair crept in and kissed me when she thought I was sleeping that night and every night after. The night before I left she put a wee collage under my pillow the significance of which is long lost.

All my life people have puzzled over my tendency to put myself down and overpay for every kindness that comes my way, I get no pleasure out of possessions and willingly give my things away. I'm no psychologist but I'd be willing to bet that my experience at FH affected me deeply and followed me all through my life.

Fast forward forty odd years, I'm reaching for a bit of pork crackling, telling my kids that it's funny how things change, can't get enough of the fatty meat these days, remembering the backhander and Fornethy House and wondering if she continued to abuse kids in a similar predicament to mine. Funny, that we're so compelled to look it up.

Posted by: Java 26th Oct 2009, 10:23pm

Aw...ah think ye could take that question mark aff yer name right away, cos ye sound mair than okay tae me hen biggrin.gif Mind ye, readin' yer post there ah'm thinkin' yer probably askin' if ah'm okay, in which case, aye amur, and aw the better for readin' your post.

Ah could greet for ye standin' in that queue, but they say whit disny kill us makes us stronger and it certainly sounds like that's the case for you. Thanks for postin'. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Kath 28th Nov 2009, 01:49am

Both of my sisters and I went to Fornethy, but they went together and I was there on my own a few years later (sometime in mid 70s, can't remember exactly when). My most enduring memory is that this is where I had porridge for the first time. Hated it, then somehow grew to love it (with salt, not sugar.. bleugh). Now love it, and often think of Fornethy when I eat it.

This is pretty much my only positive memory from that time though. I remember the long, long trudging walks up the hills (stony brae, according to other people here, but I don't recall that myself), wearing wellies that chafed at the top on bare skin. It was also cold, and I had big red chapped lips the whole time I was there. I remember the hills were covered in rabbit droppings, and I'd never seen them before (not many bunnies running around the streets of Drumchapel!)

I remember the blue lights in the corridor outside my dormitory (Esk), and the shallow baths, as well as the pinafores and the dances. We danced and sang along to Lily the Pink and Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep. Lily the pink ALWAYS makes me think of that time when I hear it on the radio now.

I remember the name Miss Fletcher, but I guess I've blotted everything else out of my memory.

Interstingly, recently I was with my sisters and my dad, and he was telling us that he came up to visit my two sisters when they were there (all the way up from Yorkshire, I think; my parents were divorced) and dropped off new shoes for them, and he wasn't allowed to see them. They left the shoes, but my sisters never got them.

When we were talking, we realised that none of us had a clue where Fornethy was, so I Googled tonight and found this discussion thread. Can't believe so many others had similar experiences, and it was interesting to see the photos. I do not remember the building at all from these.

I live in Stirling now, so I might have to take a wee drive up that way one weekend and see if I can find it. I took a look at the OS map that someone posted, and have worked out where it is on Google Maps. Here's the link (shrunk on tinyurl as it was about 5 lines long!). http://tinyurl.com/fornethy The satellite photos are fuzzy, but I think I've got the right spot.

I sent the link to this message board to my sisters, so I imagine they'll be along shortly with their own memories.


Posted by: CAROLYN BELL 28th Nov 2009, 10:26pm

QUOTE (rosie37 @ 24th Sep 2007, 12:47pm) *
smile.gif Hi and new to this but saw all the chat on Fornethy Residential School and had to drop in.... I went there in 1979 & 1981. It is located up past Alyth near middleton farm on the B954, for those searching for it I re-visited it the other day and got some pic's (posted one for youz), It hasn't been used in Years and is slowly falling apart... great hearing your stories...


Posted by: Lennox 1st Dec 2009, 02:38am

I just want to say thanks to all of the newbies who have posted their tales of Fornethy,

I can also remember the dances, and the lights being left on , I still eat porrage but I make mine with salt , and add the sugar.. never could eat it any other way after the Fornathy stay. huh.gif

Posted by: jojax64 2nd Dec 2009, 02:52pm

I went to a place called CRAIG residential school. Huvnae a clue where it was, and it was a pretty scary experience being taken away from your family.
There was a lot of bedwetting, and not much sympathy. We used to get belted with a sandshoe, it was worse than getting the belt at school.
I ate very little, hated the grub there. When I got home my mother hardly recognised me 'cos I was so skinny. Lol.

Posted by: Rabbie 4th Dec 2009, 11:05pm

Ouchies!

Getting skelpt wi them black gutties really stung yer bahooky. Yet, was always funny when someone else copped it and ya peed the bed laffing, then git beltit for peeing the bed.

It's an injustice, it is.

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Posted by: Alex MacPhee 6th Dec 2009, 09:45am

QUOTE (Rabbie @ 20th Mar 2009, 05:13pm) *
There is a happy land far, far away
Where ye git purridge oats three times a day
Soapy waater fur yer tea
Thats the wi they treatit me in
Caol Ruadh

The version I remember (I went to Agnes Patrick/Stevenson, in Rothesay) is

#There is a happy land, far far away
#Where ye get porage oats nearly every day!
#Ham an' eggs ye never see
#Soapy watter fur yer tea
#Wid ye like tae come wi' me
#Far far away!

There was another song with endless numbers of verses along the lines of

#They say that in the 'resi', the beer is mighty fine,
#Ye ask for a hauf a whisky, they gie ye turpentine!
#Oh, Ah don't waant tae lead a resi life!
#Gee boys Ah waant tae go hame
#(Tae see ma mammie!)
#Gee boys, Ah waant tae go hame!

with verses for 'food' and 'teachers' and so on.

Posted by: storeman 11th Dec 2009, 04:32pm

I remember my great adventure when i was about 8yrs old off to Residential home it was end of November to late December 1971 over 4 weeks

long time but beleive it or not i loved it coming from Milton area that time

i would love to visit place again but all i know was it was large white building with outside building for gym an Assualt coarse type swings at back of building long walk down to bottom of hill then you came to large river at end of road i think it was river Tweed and name Roxburghshire rings a bell but not 100% sure

so if anyone went to St Augustines , Mr Blairs Class and has better memory i would love to know where it was smile.gif

thankyou

Posted by: marydee 11th Dec 2009, 09:33pm

Storeman was the residential school the one in St Boswells?

Posted by: alice1 22nd Dec 2009, 09:13pm

QUOTE (*nessie80* @ 31st May 2009, 12:16am) *
my sister and I went to a residential school in Maybole Ayrshire, a place called Lumsden in 1964. It was the former mansion of a Dr. Lumsden who, rumor has it participated in studies on snatched dead bodies. I was 9 and my sister was 6. We had never been away from our home before so it was a bitter, sweet experience. It was a girl's school. My sister and I visited it back in 1991, and not too much had changed about the place except it was now a home for boys with problems. If we were exceptionally good, we would get to go into the "turret" and play. It was an actual turret. Our sweeties were rationed, we were allowed to pick one item every evening from our sweetie box. The meals were good and the accomodation was dormitory style.The hot chocolate was the best ever, and we got it in the evening before bed. I remember one night I had to go pee, now the rumor had it that the place was haunted, so I was scared to go the bathroom and decided to go in the waste paper BASKET, and I did, and when I woke up in the morning there was pee all around the BASKET. (I wonder why).I did my upmost to get rid of the evidence befor the staff came into the room, I used my clean socks and anything I could find to clean it up. The staff were strict, I think they thought we were just a bunch of wee ruffies from Glesca that had no couthe. I was called dirty because I did not clean out the bath tub after I used it. Well I idn't know any better as ma mammy used to take care of that. I used to enjoy the long walks we would take into Maybole, and the stories the staff would tell us. We would tell ghost stories and scare the hell out of ourselves. Some of the girls hated it there and were always planning on how to escape, we knew that over the hills was Glasgow, but how to get there was a problem. There was a train track that ran at the bottom of the field, but the trains went past fairly fast. Two sisters did ESCAPE, and went back home. All in all like I said earlier I look back on my stay there and think "what a wonderful experience for a child" especially one from the inner city. We lived in Drumchapel and had plenty of fresh air and fields to run around inI, and coos to chase.

HI nessie
Myself and two sisters also went to Lumsden can you remember the house names we were given mines was Bathgate and i was number 6 which was put on all of the underwear you had also can you remember the liberty bodice to keep you warm the walks we went on with our wellies on we all had a permenant red ring around our legs going to see the dolls house which was a white house in the country Also porrigde rice puddings and sago which i cant eat or cook how disgusting was it the medicine we were given every sunday morning tablet colgate toothpaste the coco everynight with a piece in jam have the swing park with the big hollybush many more memories not enough time to write it all

Posted by: alice1 22nd Dec 2009, 09:18pm

QUOTE (Gina46 @ 14th Oct 2009, 09:08pm) *
I remember when I nwas about eight my mother told me that I was going on a wonderful trip thru the Parish.

My bag all packed and off I went with a few other children. My God, the place was run by nuns and wickedly barron, the nuns were nice mind you but, the place was as cold as a ice. It was called MAYBOLE..I`ll never forget that place---hated it! Anyone else here visit that HOME? Honest I was only eight..nothing to do with wayward girls.

wasnt run by nuns were i was their

Posted by: Queenslie1957 17th Jan 2010, 07:20pm

Hello everyone I Went To Queenslie Primary school.i remember that we went to Galloway House
Near The Village Of Garlieston Near wigtown i believe The School Was owed By Glasgow Corportaion during the sixies and early seventies.I Went There For One Month

Posted by: Queenslie1957 18th Jan 2010, 12:21pm

GALLOWAY HOUSE



 

 

Posted by: elaine24 20th Jan 2010, 01:56pm

My sister and I went to Fornethy finally and parked the car, took the dog, and walked along to the house. Its a very lonely scary place now. Delapitated - there was the noise of barking dogs and a couple of old bangers parkedup - we did not venture further. However as we left we turned up the back road towards the farm and stopped to talk to a lady who was doing some gardening. It turned out that this ground was the old playground for the Coat' sisters and had all been part of the estate at one time. This ladies father had bought the house and land in the 60s. She said that the owner of the big house was some chap from Glasgow or Edinburgh- he was very secretive and did not like anyone prying around the house and would call the police if anyone came near. He was not often there and had let the place run down even further. She said she remembered all the children staying at the house, she thought they were all from Paisley for some reason. The Coats family must have been immensley wealthy, I know they owned Ballathie House as well. It was interesting to find the place but I wont be back. Its a grim place.

Posted by: ruchillboy 2nd Feb 2010, 02:37am

Presumably residential schools (other than for troubled youths)are now just a thing of the past in Scotland? Though naturally horrified at the cases of ill treatment documented by some contributors, and agreeing there was no excuse for the bad events that obviously sometimes occurred, I suppose the logic in those days of residential schools, was a genuine attempt to give struggling parents (and kids) a break from difficult circumstances, before the idea of social care in the home environment / temp fostering was the norm. The thing that i find interesting is that Councils then (in decades when Scotland was financially poorer in general than today) could afford to run such schemes. So I suppose it was a quite enlightened scheme in its day - though obviously sadly some poor, if not downright sadistic, staff ruined it for many kids. Thanks to everyone who has contributed to the sight - i have found it interesting, though sad too. Especially pleased that many who did have bad experience seem to have put it behind them and i hope those who havent eventually can.

Posted by: angiebabes 22nd Feb 2010, 11:07pm

i remember going to Fornethy going from castlemilk, glasgow, cant exactly remember the year, it was either in 1986, 1987 or early months of 1988

there was alright memories and some memories when looking back i didnt like

i always remember the teachers were always very strict, and always playing chirpy cheep cheep, lol

some of the things i always hated about the resi school is when it came to wash time, they would half the girls into 2 groups, one group would go line outside one room to get their hair washed, and the other half would line up naked to get bathed and scrubbed red raw by some women, while others watched, then once ur finished, they would send u on your way down a freezing coridor naked, to either get your hair done or bathed.

and with your clothes getting washed, they always numbered your clothes, so that when u collect ur clothes u just say ur number they take it out the box

hated how during lessons when i was desperate for the toilet, i wasnt allowed to go to the toilet, until lessons are over, so i had to sit there, untill i was nearly wetting myself

didnt like how they opened your letters for u and took the money out for you and kept it, and read your letter out infront of the other people who got letters that day

and how some of the teachers spoke down to you at times.

who remembers getting dragged along in trips to see some waterfalls

apart from that, once you got to know a few people, ya can get upto mischeive without getting caught, and into trouble, and without hurting anyone else , hahahaha xxxxx


Posted by: Rabbie 22nd Feb 2010, 11:37pm

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, in the *80's*

"Wheres yer Mamma gone?"

Ach no that song again, wus bliddy awfu the first time roond.

As a punishment. take a 100'er lines o' Agadoo!

Posted by: carol reid 3rd Mar 2010, 09:52pm

went to fornethy residential school with younger sister late 60's early 70's wiz a nitemare mrs fletcher an her cruel staff should be horse wipped an stoney brae wiz the worst walk ever

Posted by: glasgow lass 11th Mar 2010, 01:36am

smile.gif Good wee read there angiebabes and it looks
like you got the last laugh!.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 11th Mar 2010, 09:32am

I'm reading my way through this ... and I'm amazed at what some of you had to go through as children. When I was about 14 my mammy fostered a wee lad of 10 or 11, my new wee brother. Up until then I had 3 new wee sisters. (to this day I can't understand why I hadn't clicked that I had been my older brother's new wee brother, except that I was fostered as a baby).
Charlie's old man had been in nick and then gone off to Canada after his release leaving wife and young lad behind with the promise that he'd send for them later ... or so the story went, Then his mother took seriously ill and was hospitalised.
Charlie was sent to Nerston.
He broke out of there, making his way back to Glasgow to get to his mum; we're talking about a kid here, then he was sent back and he broke out again. His mum died and he was taken to an orphanage but Nerston played a big part in his childhood life.
Reading Davy ab44's account of Nerston in one of the very early posts has brought Charlie's story back to me. He had been fostered out to a number of families but was a difficult boy. By the time he came to us he was an out-and-out rebel, thief and fighter. He told me of one family where the existing son was jealous of his intrusion, being fussed over as the poor wee orphan and such, and that the lad stole stuff from his mother and planted it on him resulting in him being sent back to the home.
Blantyre, my Blantyre at any rate, was a great place for a lad to grow up. I knew every inch of the two woods, the two rivers, and all the secret places. I could take you to East Kilbride from Blantyre and you'd never meet an other human being the way I took you. I could take you from Bothwell Castle past the Gypsy encampment and into Glasgow, along the Clyde, and only the cows saw us pass; but they didn't give us away.
I introduced Charlie to my gang and tried to help him to integrate over the years and show him how much fun he could have out in the sticks with us but he trusted no one and hated every one to an extent, the damage having been too severe, too young.
The minute he left school he left us.
Reading some of these posts has given me an insight, a better understanding of what formed his young live.
My mammy had her own wee cruel streak, nothing physical but then as we all know, the physical is only the immediate pain; and never remembered for the pain that it was. She was a great wee woman with a big heart though, and tried her very best ... but sometimes she could hurt you in a way that children shouldn't experience.
Charlie was often threatened with being sent back tae where y' came fae (I got that too as a kid but I never knew that I came from any where other than where I was so never understood the threat as it was meant)
I'm the kind of person, the more you try to hurt me, the harder you're gonna have to try next time. I never found out what Charlie was like, inside, but having read as far as I have on this topic ... and I'll read on, later, I have a better insight as to what that poor kid had to go through.
To top it all, of course, he was red haired rolleyes.gif.
Really good Topic, Lennox.
An eye opener.

Posted by: jojax64 11th Mar 2010, 12:04pm

I got sent to Craig Residential school for 6 weeks. I was an "only child" at the time, but suffered with chest/breathing problems because of the soot & grime of the City. To this day Ihave no idea where that school was. mellow.gif
I remember lots of traumatised kids, and lots of resultant bedwetting in the first few days. We were shown no mercy, you got belted with a sandshoe for peeing the bed, or other "offences."
The food stunk. I got by with eating the occasional bread roll (usually dry) and stuffed masel with sweeties if I had enough dosh.
There were smells, like the coal cellar or a certain type of toothpaste, that takes me right back to those days.
When my mother came to collect me at the end of my "holiday", she hardly recognised me. I had lost weight, and she said I looked like a wee street urchin. biggrin.gif

Posted by: allycat1 23rd Mar 2010, 01:46pm

just new too this site so be easy on me lol.ive been tring to find out about fornethy too online.Iwas there twice between 1973&1976 first time with my older sister think i was about 8 and all the cruelty that ive read i suffered too. Iremember at breakfast time taking all the fat off my bacon leaving it at the side of my plate and getting forced to swallow the fat on its own yuchh after that i used to take the fat of fold it into aroll and swallow it whole in my forties now with 5 kids of my own and i always take the fat of bacon for them think i mustve been traumatised with having to eat that fat on its own .Second time i went back their was on older woman with dark curly hair that took an instant dislike to me she used to remind me from my last visit that i was disobediant think her name was mrs robertson she used to call me Angela which wasnt my name she didnt allow me to go swimming that you got to go once in your 5 or 6 weeks there and she also caught me whispering to someone when the blue lights came on that ther was a butterfly in the lights that was probably a moth she pulled me out of my bed marched me downstairs with another girl we stood for ages before she came back with the old leather strap and belted my left hand with it i remember cryin for days because i had a bruise running up my wrist my god if i could get my hands on her now id bloody strangle her. didnt think id be writing so much here everythings flooding back lol. I remember secretley trying to put a code in my letter for my mammy to come and get me dont think she got letter cos she never came for me:{.God think i could write a book on the place remember the mile walk to the Dam you dreaded hearing that word cos it was 2 mile you walked in all and my did you come home knakered mustve been the plan.Always remember my big sister was a gannit for food the apple crumble n custard was amazing if you were fast the moniter at your table would shoot her hand up first for seconds well my sister was the moniter and got seconds an it was blueberry pie for seconds am having a wee laugh to myself here sick ano she was forced to eat all of it or she wasnt getting her letter from home god was she gagging i remember standing watching her try to eat it so we could read our letter think i better stop now cos i could go on and on .Oh one more remember the bell you used to pray youd get to wave when it was time to go in from playing outside never did get to ring it.[font="Arial Black"][/font]

Posted by: elaine24 20th Apr 2010, 02:40pm

I wonder what happened to all those 'teachers' the probably lived their lives in complete ignorance of the effect they had on the kids in their care. Evil witches some of them. The shocking thing is that Glasgow Education Dept must have known that these places where hiding places for misfits and sadists who would not be allowed to teach in mainstream school. I had lovely primary school teachers in the 60s - really caring and great educationalists - who did a wonderful job with classes of about 40 pupils. At secondary school in the 70s teaching had moved on leaps and bounds and Fornethy was a bad dream for me and well in the past. Its is hard to believe that it was still going on - how I wish I had done something about it and raised the issues with the authorities then. Did they not inspect these places back then?

Posted by: elaine24 20th Apr 2010, 02:42pm

Does anyone know what Galloway House is now? Is it privately owned or still part of the Glasgow school system?

Posted by: glasgow lass 20th Apr 2010, 10:57pm

elaine a few of these teachers are still around and have read some of the posts.

Posted by: grangebear 21st Apr 2010, 11:30pm

In my time I attended 2 Glasgow residential schools. First was Castle Toward, near Dunoon and then at Galloway House, near Garlieston, Dumfries and Galloway. I really had a great time at both of them though I remember Castle Toward was a lot more regimented and orderly compared to Galloway House. I don't really recall any bad experiences for me despite the discipline but I think that they did me the world of good learning new things and to become more independent. I think its sad they had to go but I guess in the modern world most kids are whisked off to the Costa del Sol or skiing so I guess they have had their day.
Galloway House is now a privately owned estate going strong (probably bought at a knock down price from the old Glasgow Corp). I was down there a few years ago and you can take a walk around the grounds. I would have loved a tour of the house. Castle Toward still manages.... just ...... to survive as an outdoor education centre for school children. I was amazed to see that the guy running the company managing Toward was a PE teacher at my former Glasgow secondary, Colston.
Coming across this forum made me think its really sad there seems to be very little documentation of these Glasgow residential schools. You would think there would be an archive somewhere with lots of pictures etc.... does anyone have any info?

Posted by: Mark 14th Jun 2010, 10:33pm

QUOTE (Rabbie @ 22nd Mar 2009, 05:04pm) *
Been racking my remaining brain cell aboot my time in Caol Ruadh, amazing wit ye can dig up with a bit of ferriting aroond. Nea wonder I wus called The Ginger Ferrit, no so ginger now, its aw bliddy white, thats executive silver tae you loat!

Too much sunshine.

Anyways, this wan should bring back some memories for anyone that pasted thro Colintraive Residential Schools *hallowed* portals. Pretty sure that could beMr and Mrs Crabtree ahint yon coonter.

Anywan recognise themselves or anyone else?!

It's the sweety shop in the school.





Is the woman serving, Mrs Sutton because I remember her saying that she had been working in Caol Ruadh since she was 17 years old.

Posted by: Janet O'Brien 20th Jul 2010, 12:26am

Our Primary 7 Class from Knockburn Primary visited Galloway House for the month of March 1966, together with the P7 classes from Lochgoin and Hayfield PS.

We had a ball! I have only fond memories of my time there, as do my older brother, and younger brother and sister who also went with their Primary 7 class in the 60s.

The building itself was beautiful, and I remember being sent by the Head Teacher to her room to collect her glasses, and walking up this beautiful staircase- like something out of Gone With The Wind!

This was a fantastic opportunity for city children to experience country life.

BTW, my mother found my diary recently, and it was wonderful to relive that time in my young life.

Posted by: ceader bhoy 20th Jul 2010, 01:12pm

agnes patrick stevenson was there in the early 60's, boy school was at the top of the hill, girls at the bottom, was at it with my brother and then a couple of years later with my pal, had some good times there, but did not get on with the teachers, looked down at you thought they were gods gift hers a picture anybody remember it?? top house is a private home bottom house is a hotel cheers c/b



 

Posted by: carolyn bell 22nd Jul 2010, 02:19pm

Hi there, replying about Fornethy. I went to revisit the school on the 20th july this year. I walked up the path to the house and it brought back all the old smells of the pine cones . I went with my sister Sandra in 1971-72-73 and later my sister Kath went too. We all have the same memories. I read all the stories of peoples memories and when I think back on them yes they did happen but I really don't think it was all that bad cause I went back a 2nd year and I was the dorm vice captain with a green band and so proud to wear that because that meant you were a good girl ! I wish that I could buy the house and I would make it a happy place too maybe open it to the public because it seems like a lot of people would like to visit again maybe just to lay some ghots to rest. I know that I hate flowery dresses and tops now that seem to be coming back into fashion and it stems from having to wear the flower pinny smocks over your clothes ! I t took me ages to find it and couldn't show my fiancee the house because he is disabled and can't walk up the path, so I showed him the photo's posted on the site. There is definetley someone living there now and it does seem to have had some work done to it and there was a car sitting outside. I rang the door bell but no one answered. Maybe they are fed up of all these mad people trying to find it again !Or maybe it is someone who used to go to it and have bought it to remind themselves about how it was and try to lay some ghosts to rest !- I just know that I have happy memories of it and it taught me a lot about discipline. Thankyou for all your memories and don't blank them out just learn from the experience.

Posted by: *sandy* 15th Aug 2010, 08:38pm

I went to Fornethy once around 1974. I remember feeling sad at having to leave to go home. I also remember all the things I have read in these 5 pages of posts. some made me laugh and some made me feel really sorry for those who's humour wasn't enough to get them through as unscathed as I feel. It was amazing to have all those experiences validated. sometimes I have thought I must have imagined them (blue lights, standing outside the dorm scared witless, the pinnies, tuck shop, waiting for a letter, folk doing a runner during trips to church, and the songs, and the monitor sashes, omg now I can't stop!) anyway, wanted to say about 10 years ago I got curious and went in search of the old place (to see if it was actually real). I braved the young caretaker and his mate and their 2 rotweillers who, when I said I was there 20 years ago, assumed I was a teacher and asked to show me round inside. couldn't resist the once in a lifetime chance to see that red floor in the dining room, the classrooms and my old dorm Isla, and yes, there was space for 11 beds. my knees were shaking as we went from room to room. the lads were surprised when i told them I was sent there as a kid. they told me there was a court battle about ownership that had been going on for years and that's why it was rotting away. I just sort of stumbled upon this site, it had such a big effect on me (in a positive way, perhaps in stark contrast to my homelife at the time).

Posted by: lins 5th Sep 2010, 12:24am

hello all fellow prisoners i did also have the experience of fornethy as a lil'un around 84 85, hhhmm yeah what can i say, i believed i was bad for years after being sent there. twas hell on earth. still looks every bit as intimdating as i remember. does anyone know of another resi in dunoon? i was sent there also! ok theres as small chance i was ever so slightly difficult as a child.

Posted by: *anne* 28th Sep 2010, 08:25pm

I went to fornethy twice, in the early 60s. The headmistress at the time was Mrs Crawford and one of the teachers Miss Rigg. I have to say I loved it - loved the pinny's and the blue lights and the food. I liked everything about it.

Posted by: Queenslie1957 29th Sep 2010, 05:23pm

QUOTE (elaine24 @ 20th Apr 2010, 03:27pm) *
Does anyone know what Galloway House is now? Is it privately owned or still part of the Glasgow school system?


Its Now in Private Hands.I Went There In 1968

Posted by: Jimmuck 29th Oct 2010, 04:24am

Wow! what a Thread, I'm exhausted here from trying to read every word on these 15 pages and watch my Toronto Maple Leafs get beat 2-0 by Boston Bruins ... with one eye!
All kidding aside, I was laughing at some posts and 'wet eyed' at others and like others on here, asked myself how adults could be so cruel to wee wains, who hadn't done anything wrong (delinquents, as one poster put it)
When I first saw Residential Schools, I thought I'd be reading a few stories of "MossBank" out in Millerston but, as I read the posts, I wondered if any Mossbank experiences could have been worse than the ones shared by some of our unfortunate posters.

I spent some time in Approved School in England, (Carlisle area) and one of the constants was 'sexual abuse' (favours for favours from Staff)
I'm wondering if the one's who were 'more negatively affected' by their stay at Fortnethy may have been victimized in some similar fashion, which is extremely traumatic to divulge and confront.

I had never came to terms with the 'amount of damage' several incidents of childhood sexual abuse had on me until I was in prison many years later. Enrolled in a "Relating Without Violence" Psycho-Therapy program (I believe it was termed "Regressive Therapy") my 'suppressed memories' of sexual abuse surfaced after the psychiatrist tried to blame my father for sexually abusing me .... Hiroshoma!!! Berlin!!! London!!! I exploded like a volcanic eruption and attacked him! I apologize if my telling this upsets anyone.
I felt like I was suffocating, my tears were uncontrollable and I was a 10 year old little boy again as suppressed memories invaded my consciousness .... and I blurted out the story of my rape as a 10 year old, my mother's reaction to my telling her .... "Don't tell anybody about this or you'll bring shame on the family, you're filthy!" ... It seemed like forever before I calmed down and the other inmates in the group had their arms around me, reassuring me that 'I Would Be Alright!' .... more group meetings, many more sessions of us sharing our similar experiences and you know what? "I Am Alright!" and I haven't 'hurt' another human being in a long, long time!

I wonder how many of those 'little kids' at Fortnethy have 'suppressed memories' of some awful experience there ... and have buried them deep in their subconscious minds, but which still affect their daily living? Who knows?
I know that I could never have a long term relationship with anyone, I never 'trusted' fully and I hurt a lot of people as a result of my anger, but thanks be to God that, over the years, I have turned my - into +

Let's face it, nobody has the answers as to why some look back on their Fortnethy experience as being 'a hoot!'
and others as a 'nightmare!' I know I spent years being 'strong' until some wacky American psychiatrist knocked down my 'walls' and I'm thankful to him and his skills.
Just my thoughts as one who has faced his ghosts and survived. God Bless you all for sharing some difficult times
Thank You!

"You've Never Walked In That Man's Shoes, or Saw Things Through His Eyes
Or Stood and Watched With Helpless Hands, While the Heart Inside You Dies!"


Posted by: wee davy 29th Oct 2010, 04:30pm

A very brave testimony, Jim.

I'm sure you already know that if your telling your tale helps just one of those souls who have had any nightmares, you have done something helpful

Good luck to you sir

davy

Posted by: Jimmuck 30th Oct 2010, 10:24pm

Thanks for that Davy lad, I have celebrated 31 years of a Clean and Sober lifestyle, because I 'surrendered' to the message of Alcoholics Anonymous and that 'event' in my life was to happen after 10 years of bullshitting myself and now, my purpose is only to "Plant Seeds" and leave the rest up to My Big Pal Upstairs.
If I can be of assistance to just one person today, then it has all been worthwhile. You are spot on Davy.

Posted by: southsider 31st Oct 2010, 12:19am

Having just read this thread, I felt compelled to describe my experience. I can relate completely to the feelings expressed by some of the posters. As a child who had a great home life, but suffered from severe debilitating asthma, I was sent on the advice of doctors, (and in those days, early fifties, their word was law) to a "convalescent" home in Prestwick for 4 months. When I think back to my experience I could cry for that little 6 year old girl. There were all manner of sick children there, and to this day I remember it vividly as one of the unhappiest times of my life. The nurses, for want of a better word, were a cold uncaring bunch. Some of the things that still stand out, were hearing those kids who wet the bed crying after being "spanked" in the morning. I was never a bed wetter, but I must have been traumatized, as one night I did, and was so terrified that in the middle of the night I took the sheets off my bed and dried them on the radiators, (6 years old). Once a week we lined up to take this vile tasting laxative, and heaven help you if you made a fuss. Parents could only visit once a month, and one time there was a measles outbreak and they were only allowed to see us through the glass window. I remember we had a fire drill once a month and had for some reason to run around the building, as an asthmatic this was pure torture, but had to do it anyway. I seem to recall this place was finally investigated, and closed and is now an old folks home. When I recalled my experience in later life to my mother, she was horrified, but as I said you did what the authorites told you was best for your child back then. Sorry for the long post, but this has actually been a relief to put this on paper. Thank goodness these places are a thing of the past.

Posted by: glasgow lass 31st Oct 2010, 12:30am

That is a very sad story southsider, I had sort of the same health problems as you did, as a child. Mine were so severe that now thinking back to the time I was ill and had been sent to that place or others like it I think I would have died had I become ill when there and left in their care.How's yir health now ,,, mine is great thanks to God. biggrin.gif

Posted by: southsider 31st Oct 2010, 01:25am

Thanks for that Glasgow lass, my health is good now, with all the drugs they have now. As a child there was nothing much they could do for asthma. My doctors in Glasgow told my parents that I had to leave that climate to improve, which was one of the deciding factors which made them decide to emigrate to Canada. On arrival here, my asthma virtually disappeared which was to me like a miracle. It did come back later in life, but nothing compared to when I was a child.

Posted by: Jimmuck 31st Oct 2010, 04:09pm

Thanks for sharing your experience 'soothsider' and as you say, you feel a lot better getting it out on here where you are definitely understood. Keep on chuggin' pal and take your puffers, awright? J.R.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Nov 2010, 01:30am

Readin' these stories; I also started at the 1st post, has always left me stunned, a bit, Jimmuck yours has stopped me in my tracks. That's been a life. I do enjoy reading your posts; always something else to ponder, and notice recently that you're 3 year older than me and thought about how differently people on this planet have to go through life and how it's route is stamped and mapped out for us in our infancy and how we carry it like a yoke all the way through.
I was never sexually abused as a child; well, ... not counting Uncle Matt.
I don't remember how old I was at the time but I'd guess about 10.
granny was in hospital and we'd all been visiting and when we got home we soon found that her house had been broken into. The only money they could find was big jars full of pennies and that pissed them off 'cos the splattered all her jams on the walls and then threw her sugar intae that.
Her youngest son; still single, mid thirties, still lived with her and was skitterish about staying alone in the house after the break-in mess was all cleaned up and we were all going home and the old dear said I could stay the night so he'd not be on his own. Later on we went to sleep on the grannies bed in the living room and not long after I was wakened by my uncle rubbing himself against my leg and asking me if I was asleep and I had no idea what to do and my nerves were as taught as strings as my mind cried out in my skull Yes I'm asleep I'm asleep in the hope that go back tae his side of the bed; while at the time same an other emotion was born. At 10 years old I was aroused and scared sh*tless at one and the same ... and curiosity was winning.
But I knew that he would also know that I was awake ... who could sleep?
So that was when I told him to piss off and got out of bed; threatening to tell the old lady and he said, "Who'd believe you" What? "You'd get sent back to where you came from!"
And that was where the durty wee spineless turd really abused me. Had there been another blunt instrument around other than the one he woke me with I would quite willingly; even at that age, have battered him with it.
I was fostered out, as they say, to my family at 6 weeks old. My mammy and daddy were my mammy and daddy. Ma mammy bottle fed me, helped me take my first step, bought my first-step shoes. I was home.
So why did the old lady always threaten me (later us) with going back where I came from? I'd be in a panic crying Oh no, mammy, I'm sorry mammy, A'll no' dae it agen mammy. then I'd pack my senses again with Ah come fae here! then start to calm down and, sometimes when it got that far, watch her take my clothes back out of the suitcase when she saw that she'd scared the khaki out of me. But what was all that sen' yea back where yea camefae stuff when I was already where I cumfae? One time we had a new family doctor; old one died, and I'm down with my mammy gettin' a yearly check-up ... which I thought everybody did ... and the doctor, low voiced, asks my mammy; me lookin' at pictures of skeletons, " ... and what's the child's name Mrs Hee ?" and she whispers R..E..I..D, doctor and and I'm lookin' at this skeleton and seeing the bones of things.
She still used that threat on me for three or four years but it didn't have the effect as before on me. I now knew that wherever I came from, it wasn't here.
She was still my mammy when she died at fifty four and me right between 19 and 20.
When she went ... so did I.
My sisters and brother are still my sisters and brother; till the day of his death my daddy was still ma Da but I didnae cumfae here.
(I spent 7 years being R..E..I..D..doctor but I didnae come fae there either.)
So at 10 when uncle Matt was gonna get me sent back, I had an idea there was really another cumfae; the real cumfae. So I didn't tell my mammy ... just in case ... but I telt Big Chick. He was married to my oldest sister whom I called aunty... say Agnes, at that time and one of the 4 hardest men in our town ... and they were all mates. Matt used to hang around with them. Big Chick wouldn't have done anything to him but he would have spoken to him like a father ... a Godfather
I never heard the term child abuse and so grew up with no thoughts on that ... but if a guy got too close to me it became dangerous for him. In later life I hurt a few homosexuals who thought I might enjoy their attentions ... some quite seriously; even grieveous.
I didn't go lookin' for my cumfae but I spent a long time travelling; knowing it didn't matter much where I went, and I never stayed anywhere for long.
And I neither trusted nor believed in anyone my whole life.
I'll take your word on something and accept that you're not lying but if it turns out to be lies I won't lose the rag because I know before it starts that it could just as well be too.
10 years into marriage and my wife hated Xmas. The old dear died just before Xmas. It's like 15 years after she went, like tae heaven, I suppose, and I'm still drowning in a pit of guilty conscience.
I'm not a self made man, although I lead my own life but my life was formed way back when I had no say in the matter. The booze and the drugs which were sometimes taken in extreme really didn't do me any harm; other than right at the time of course but I didn't have to fight to give them up; when the time was right I just moved on.
So my life was not a hard fight to survive; that seemed to come naturally, but it was a life I could have lived quite easily entirely on my own, which I mostly was even when in the midst of a crowd.
I'm settled, on the one hand, now with a woman who has never made me a single promise and never once said to me I love you (I heard her tell someone else one time and I read one time where she laid her thoughts on paper) and I'm very happy with that because I know if she ever says she doesn't then it wont be a broken trust. She also knows that if she wants me to move on she only has to say; I used to ask her at least twice a year if she would be happier if I left. I mean that too. I've never been more relaxed in my life and I'd do; and do, anything she wants but I'd be off tomorrow with no second thoughts other than right, see where we end up this time.
When I was between 14 and 15 we went to the Bridge of Weir orphanage with the Sunday School; two teachers, sisters, had some kind of patronage connection there, and I was expecting a Dickensian experience. Instead of that I got friendly with a guy about a year older than me who swore it was the best place to grow up. Cared for, educated, given every opportunity; he was even signed for a three year course as a Chef, his choice, and the promise of training thereafter with one of the best chefs in the land. He thought my situation was proof to him that he was better off never having been fostered or adopted and being told what to do instead of being asked what he'd like to do. I checked around; didn't want to just take his word for that and it turned out to be just about so.
I know there are some horrible places as has been confirmed here but I visited one which, in general, was what it should have been. I don't have any ghosts to carry around with me, not that kind, but my big wall stays; it's got a wee gap at the back if I need to leave there as well.
Today, every time I hear of child abuse I think of that slimey wee rat bag who thought he could prove his manhood on a wee defenceless boy and whom I called uncle Matt. I remember he got married about ten years later and during the reception I said something to him about leavin' wee boys in peace now, now you have a wumam, or something like that, in earshot of his wife. But that sealed it for me back then; the die was cast.
And, would you believe it, my son is gay; and he and I just don't get on but not because he's gay ... or maybe yes; his mother told him what I had done to gays who had approached me. We've come to blows; and he six feet, but we've smoked the pipe of peace together a few times too.
But like I said I never felt abused, in that sense and my heart does go out to all you wee children who were back then. We all have a wee cupboard in the back of our minds where we can lock things away in it's compartments and shut the cupboard and hide the key but when I do open it on the extremely rare occasion I am not horror filled by what is in there; as the most of those children must be, but am ever left to dwell on the questions, Why? WTF for?
By the way, apart from Big Chick, that's the first time I've mentioned uncle Matt; the ratt, in over 56 years.
That could have been my younger sister, also a foster kid, and he wouldn't have cared just so long as the chicken hearted cowardly perv had a defenceless kid near him.
Gays? I really do have a couple of gay friends and if the want to give me a cuddle or greet me wi' a kiss on the cheek, that's no problem cos we're friends.... who want 66 year old anyway tongue.gif

Posted by: Elma 1st Nov 2010, 03:20am

Wow TEE, that was some story. You have told us many of them but that must have been very hard to write, but I'm so glad you have such a great life now with everything you have come through, apart from all the broken bones etc.! My admiration of you has gone up in leaps and bounds, keep on posting please. smile.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Nov 2010, 04:26am

Thanks Elma, very nice of you.
It's easy really to get a story out of me ... I'm like a no secrets man. Mary hated that Why did you tell him that?.
Everybody knows every thing about me, so nobody can threaten me by holding anything against me What? Tell my girlfriend/boss/daughter that, don't be silly, he/she knows that.
I had to keep quite about Matt; even if I'd told the old lady it would have been shut up. I never shut up since; with two exceptions but there was only one witness on each occasion and they were deeply enough involved. Other than that and the Official Secret Act which I read and agreed to, I'm pretty much an open book.
But I do know that that trait comes from back then.
I've never been able to shift Matt far enough back that he's forgotten but I only see him as a right wee scunner no worth remembering.
But the cruelty? That's like the tattoo on my arm; a tombstone cross with ...

In Memory
of my
Dear Mother

... wrapped around it. I see that every day.
But as I learned when I went into RAF Chessington ... there are lots of people who have it much worse than me. That stayed with me too for the rest of my life.
There's a lot of people got it a damn sight better too tongue.gif
... but that doesn't influence me biggrin.gif

Posted by: wee davy 1st Nov 2010, 01:05pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjMWJsnYbuw&feature=sub

Trust me to be a bit obtuse but the above short animation certainly gave me food for thought.

I think its got something to do with burning ghosts - but perhaps I'm way off the mark huh.gif

Anyway - happy 1st of November! and to celebrate - here's another wee gem smile.gif



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUMwu_gXK7Q



Peace be with you

davy

Posted by: Jimmuck 2nd Nov 2010, 02:25am

THH, thanks for sharing a part of your life and kudos on your ability to deal with it all today ... as my sponsor used to tell me, "Walk AROUND folk today, not thru them!" and, like yourself, it has taken a long time to 'get that right'
I was with you on every issue, word and solution as if we were twins Tee' and I know that WE have found a 'New Freedom' where we can share our innermost secrets and no one can hold a single thing over us, ever again.
Donna an me? we tell everybody where we've been (she maintains I've 'been' more often than her, LoL!) and people either marvel or criticize and you understand that .... We Don't Give a Fig anymore, it's freedom!
I, and I suspect, most of the posters, have much more 'agony' in their pasts but, a wee bit at a time is beneficial.
My wife Donna, like yourself, was in foster care in Halifax, Nova Scotia and went back and forth to the Halifax Orphanage as foster parents tired of her 'bad behaviours' Not once did anyone investigate those behaviors or care until we started dating back in 1990. She had been sexually abused from age three, along with her two sisters and they were removed and institutionalized.

Donna told me a story of a 'wee lassie' at Christmas time, being brought home to a 'potential family' WITH A RED RIBBON WRAPPED AROUND HER as her 'adoptive father' wanted a 'playmate for his seven year old daughter and she was 'it'
I thought, "WoW! this burd is a bamstick!" who would bring a child out of an orphanage, dressed up like a Christmas present?? She shared many other stories about her life with those people, but the Red Ribbon story 'was a cracker eh?' nudge! nudge! Both of us were going through messy divorces at the time, we only saw each other now and again. In the meantime I had bought my land on Cape Breton Island, cleared the land and had the house (20' X 28') framed and windows in and enjoying my self inflicted 'retreat from the big city' like a hermit.
Then the phone rang one day and it was Donna asking if she could come and visit, that was 1994 and she hasn't left yet, LMFAO!!!! We shared our demons, set out the ground rules, SAME AS YOURS' there's no fences here and the door opens both ways but I couldn't come to grips with the Red Ribbon story Tee. It really bothered me that someone could do that to a child. I think I wanted blood, but I was unsure of the authenticity of the story.

Roll on the Millenium and Dee's 'father' being the main employer in the Digby area was asked for his story and boy! did he tell it. Mentioned his children, but stopped at FIVE, but the interviewer had went to school with Donna and kept asking about 'the sixth child' .. after a few of these inquiries, he finally said, "Oh Yes! there was a girl, but she was a mistake! my youngest daughter needed a playmate ... SO I WENT OUT AND GOT HER ONE! I GOT HER ONE FOR CHRISTMAS!"
I FELT LIKE A FRAUD FOR DOUBTING DONNA, JUST AS MY MOTHER HAD DOUBTED ME AND I CRIED!
I had believed her stories of multiple 'foster family abusers' as I'd 'been there with family too' but I honestly couldn't fathom such a cruel act to a child ... and how it had affected her over the years.
TeeHeeHee, I just realized, as I'm typing this, that I willingly believed her 'sexual abuse stories' but doubted the 'ribbon incident' I had become used to hearing others 'horror stories' of a sexual nature .. but to demean a child as a present?? I would appreciate feedback on this as it's puzzling ....... I didn't handle it too well, did I??

P.S. When we fearlessly share our stories? others, who have bottled up similar experiences, suddenly come undone and can hopefully release their secrets ... and hopefully in counselling sessions, if that's their needs.
I shared with a few folk on GlesgaPals' and I was floored at the number of folks who can tell OUR STORIES only changing the names. There's a lot of damaged folk out there and hopefully this helps in some small way.

TeeHeeHee, have a wee gander at this link an' see the beautiful place where I called home for 9 years, FREEDOM Pal, FREEDOM!
http://springburnplace.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=photos&action=display&thread=62&page=1

ME AND THE MISSUS TEE' CHRISTMAS 1993

Posted by: *Tom* 2nd Jan 2011, 08:15pm

Hi,
In 1967 I was sent to a Glasgow Corporation Residential School as my mother had an extended stay in hospital giving birth to my younger brother. Father working.

The residential school was on a small island off the west coast of Scotland. The trip from Glasgow took me to Ardrossan to Broddick on Arran and then a small boat to the island. The island had the big house and a small island shop come post office. Near the house was a rock outcrop with a metal railing that was accessible when the tide went out. The mail boat could be seen going round the island daily. One of the dornatories was supposed to be haunted by a one-legged character. I remember that any sweets and magazines sent by my dad ended up being given to less well off children as I would only get one pack of sweets and one magazine.

Does any one recognise this residential school?

Regards

Tom

Posted by: Rabbie 3rd Jan 2011, 11:15am

QUOTE (*Tom* @ 2nd Jan 2011, 08:36pm) *
Hi,
In 1967 I was sent to a Glasgow Corporation Residential School as my mother had an extended stay in hospital giving birth to my younger brother. Father working.

The residential school was on a small island off the west coast of Scotland. The trip from Glasgow took me to Ardrossan to Broddick on Arran and then a small boat to the island. The island had the big house and a small island shop come post office. Near the house was a rock outcrop with a metal railing that was accessible when the tide went out. The mail boat could be seen going round the island daily. One of the dornatories was supposed to be haunted by a one-legged character. I remember that any sweets and magazines sent by my dad ended up being given to less well off children as I would only get one pack of sweets and one magazine.

Does any one recognise this residential school?

Regards

Tom


Tom what you describe may be Cual

Posted by: Rabbie 3rd Jan 2011, 11:32am

QUOTE (*Tom* @ 2nd Jan 2011, 08:36pm) *
Hi,
In 1967 I was sent to a Glasgow Corporation Residential School as my mother had an extended stay in hospital giving birth to my younger brother. Father working.

The residential school was on a small island off the west coast of Scotland. The trip from Glasgow took me to Ardrossan to Broddick on Arran and then a small boat to the island. The island had the big house and a small island shop come post office. Near the house was a rock outcrop with a metal railing that was accessible when the tide went out. The mail boat could be seen going round the island daily. One of the dornatories was supposed to be haunted by a one-legged character. I remember that any sweets and magazines sent by my dad ended up being given to less well off children as I would only get one pack of sweets and one magazine.

Does any one recognise this residential school?

Regards

Tom


Hi Tom.

What you describe is likely be Caol Ruadh in Colintraive, Argyll. The route is a bit different from what I was used to but your brief discription of the buildings, surrounds and daily mailboat event is almost certainly to be Caol Ruadh.

The route I was used was; train from Glasgow Central to Port Glasgow, Ferry across to Dunoon then onwards by shoggley bus all the way around to Colintriave.

I spent 6 weeks there during both the summer's of '66 and '67.

I have a post elsewhere on these forums recalling a little of my experainces in that establishment. I will try to find it and link it on this thread so you can have a wee gander at it and see if it rings any bells.

Awe the best

Rabbie.

Posted by: Rabbie 3rd Jan 2011, 11:48am

Tom, as mentioned here is the link to my brief account of Caol Ruadh "The Rid Hoose."

http://discuss.glasgowguide.co.uk/index.php?showtopic=6591&view=findpost&p=233517

Posted by: Rabbie 4th Jan 2011, 02:12am

Whilst on this subject there was also privately run residental services.

I had the pleasure of attending one of these which was owned by a guy called Mr McLean, he had an office first landing up just a few closes up from Paisley Rd West Toll. #

Noo then, jist cause it me, dinnea go assuming this wus a hame fur bad lassies an' bois. It wus just a wee place for giving less well aff families a chance to afford gieing thier weans a wee break from the soot and grime during the summer school holidays.

I went to this wee place a for couple of weeks in the summer of 69 and 70. It was a big "Fawlty Towers" type hoose on Straid-a-Cnoc, Clynder. It had a great view of the Gairloch and was just aboot opposite the waater from Blairvadach and Rhu. You could watch the subs coming and going from the Fishhead Yard at Faslane.

Got a wee bit home sick the first time on the first night, but we was keep occuped with many walks along the beach to Rosneath, cutting the grass and painting

Was a cracking wee place, was run and managed full time by aboot 6 young women who lived in and looked after aboot 10 weans. I rememeber we all sat up and watched the first moon landing, wit a treat being up that that time of night.

It was a lovely homely and family atmosphere and every one got on like a bomb, was really sorry to come back home after being there. Wus a breath of fresh air away frea the grime, but soon got back into the swing of things. Avoiding the polis, school and truant officur in nea particular order.

At night from the wee dorm at the front of hoose you watch the wee lights on the passing ships, flashing lights from bouys and lighthooses. Further away in the hazy distance the hoose and blue street lights scintillated on the surface of the rippling, moonwashed water.

Some nights we would scare the begeezus oot each other by making up ghost,creepy stories and makes shadows on the walls with oor hands and wee torches. I was particularly adept at spooking the wee lassies, must have been me cauliflower ears and taped up corporation portholes.

God nose wit time we got aff to sleep, but it seemed late. As fur the pillow fights, crabs in the sheets..sea crustaceans I hasten to add.


Wan thing aboot this place that was a pain in the wallies was the miggies, it was hooching wi them and in evening if ye where oot in the back garden ye wid get bitten to buggery. These miggies were the tiny little blighters too, millions of the buggers.

Wan of the lassies that was on the staff was called Sheliagh, she must have only been 19 I took a wee shiner to her she was a wee doll, I adopted her as a big sister, as I always wanted one tae cuddle and annoy.

Completed my first serious winching lesson here with a lassie called Carol from Drumchapel, turned oot that she lived just arrond the corner frea ma Auntie Ina, small world indeed. Weel ah was aboot 12ish, ye ken how it wus.

This is another wee gem that I need to touch base with. Ah wonder how many other passed that way and if there are any lucking in the widwork here!?

Posted by: Dunvegan 4th Jan 2011, 02:37am

I went to the Agnes Patrick residential school on Rothsay {I think}. I was in primary, St,Anthonys Govan. It was not a punishment regime, but a chance for "fresh air fortnight" afforded by the Glasgow Board of whatever to get kids out if glasgow and show them another world. It was another world as most kids never got the chance to go anywhere {still the early 50's} and I dont even know how long I was there. It must have been for Catholics as the only souvenirs we could buy to bring back were Catholic iconography. This, apart from American submarines in the Gairloch, swimming past the dinning room window, was one of my most vivid memmories, as my father was a blue nose and diehard "Hun" supporter, buying him a statue of Our lady of Perpetual Intervention was not on Jimmy.

Posted by: Jane Melley (nee D 10th Jan 2011, 01:55am

I went to Fornethy for 6 weeks in 1970. I was 10. I don't rememeber names but I do remember some of the cruelty I witnessed from a psychotic head teacher, with her long white hair and wicked temper... Fornethy was my 2nd residential school out of 3 I was sent too the 3rd was Castle Toward. My brothers were sent to Seafield on a couple of occasions. I was 5 when I got sent to my first and I still have memories of all three stays.

Posted by: AALY 16th Jan 2011, 08:35pm

when i went to fornethy,, i remember first day,, sitting in the sitting area with everyone else sitting around the edges of the wall , with everyones bags lined up into different rows, and when ur name was shouted, u were to stand beside your bag,, and the line u were in, that was the people who u were to be in the same dormatry with!

other memories include:

getting lined up naked for ur bath, only to get scrubbed red raw by some women, while being watched by a gallery of other kids behind me waiting for their turn, then u were sent up the cold corridor naked into another queue, next door for same treatment for getting my hair washed!

how we couldnt go to the toilet during lessons, and u had to sit there and hold it in till break times!

how we couldnt write what we wanted to our parents, and how we really felt about the place, but we had to write what the teacher wrote on the blackboard, word for word

loved how the teachers pulled us who had letters from home into a seperate room, and opened ( which was already opened before hand ) our letters and proceeded to tell everyone in the room what the letter said, and how much money our parents had sent us, without showing us the actual money. or even give us our letters to read later on in private

i actually remember how i fell ill with a migraine, just as we were sitting somewhere waiting to go outside, and i was really ill, being sick everywhere,, so i got frogmarched back to the dormatry and sent to bed, then later on after a sleep,, i felt fine, and joined the rest of the kids in the playarea, and it was tuckshop time, so of i went with other kids to get my daily sweeties, with the headmistress mrs robertson, or summat like that,, round abot 87, 88, i went ,,,sitting at her little table with her book of names and how much money each child had left, only for her to sit there and point her finger at me, belittling me with every word that came out of her mouth, reducing me to tears infront of a tuckshop full of kids,, all cos i was poorly earlier that day, and how i was an inconveniance.

Posted by: Rabbie 3rd Feb 2011, 11:46pm

ALLY. I love you already

You put in words wit I couldnea explain.

Bear hugs x

Posted by: baggymaggs 4th Feb 2011, 01:56am

in 1965/6 not sure what year i went to resi school it was in (brorah) not sure of spelling but no bad thoughs in my head,thank god big all girl dorms,food was good,before going to bed we got hot choc drink with brown bread with butter and jam on it oh! it was yummmy! still like it now and again,my mam sent me a sweet parcel packed in a brillo pad box and thay all had a laugh but ate the sweets anyway after lights out,on sunday we went to church no music or organ we had to stand up and sing without,that was funny as thay asked one of us to start everyone off. after that we went to local shop only got in 3 at a time with an adult so we could spend our money,only got a small sum per day for our tuc,all in all apart from missing my mammy it was not that bad,and had a big sing song on the bus on the way home,goodbyeee dont cryee and the back o the bus thay canny sing,and lots more. i was sent because my da had a very bad accident and was off work for 18 months and my mam was finding it hard to cope. ps i am so sorry that some people had a very bad time at residential school,your childhood should be full of happy thoughs,but sadly not for all of us. xxx

Posted by: Rabbie 4th Feb 2011, 01:02pm

Nice wee story there Maggs, brought back a few nice memories that did. Thanks for sharing yer experiences.

Aye, wee ken some fowks had a bad time in some of these institutions. There was some really nasty bastages employed in these places. Yet on the flip side there was also some really nice, caring and genuine fowks too.

I have been in quite a few of these places during my formitive years and apart from missing my Mammy had a great time. Some were quite strict and oppressive and where the belt mentality ruled supreme but fook it that never really bothered me. The belt was only slight discomfort and ah carried on regardless.

Belting weans does not and will never work, it breeds contempt and in some cases fear and is not conducive to cultaviting an atmosphere of learning. Worst cases included delayed beltings, report to me after morning prayers. Some kids couldnea sleep and whurr having nightmares and greeting and bawling their eyes all night in joyous anticipation of a goodly strapping.

I had a poor excuse of a "teacher" in Whitehill Seniors for Applied Mechanics, only one word can describe him .. jobby. His idea of teaching was based on ridicule and belting if you could not recite some totally irrelevant and meaningless therom verbatum to his satisfaction, even if you got it right he put you down as a big heid and whurr invited up to the front to beibng awarded a few lick of the tawse.

The bugger he had wus like a dod o' wid. Wus prolly soaked in vinigur to make it hard ha ha. Vinegar does to belts wit a certain substance does for men, so I hear. Jist dont tell the wiffie, no wanting her gettng any ideas at my delicate age!

What a complete wankner and waste of oxygen that "teachur" was. Thankfully, I did not come across many of that ilk.

A wee thing has only just came back to me, I may have only been aboot 4/5 and was still at Catheral Square nursery school. I can remember back that far quite clearly, but I canny remember where ah out my beer glass 5 mins ago.. haw haw. Found it, bliddy empty.. *sighs*

Whurrs wus I.

Aye right, nursery schooltime,. we went to a wee place in Largs, was a big hoose. I wus in a room that had a few beds and cots fur the bairns. I remember that even then one of the nursery school harpies had a belt, wan of those local authority black 3 fingered liqourice efforts and she wid skelp the bairns with it if they whurr greetin', they wid have only have been 2 or 3. I wus scart keechless the noise it made and the weans howling for ages after getting slapped with it.

If I could recall her name I wid bliddy report her, but it is mair than likely that auld soor pucker faced crawbag is pushing up ra' daisies. If you can invisage Granny Walton with bad constipation and a server paddy oan that auld craw was a hunner times mair fugly.

Guid times haw haw!

Posted by: enrique 4th Feb 2011, 03:27pm

QUOTE (Fingal @ 14th Nov 2008, 09:29pm) *
I remember being sent to Galloway House south of Wigton when I was small for a coupleof weeks I think, probably in the late fifties. I don't remember exactly why, but it might have been because my Mum had contracted Rheumatic Fever one summer and was in hospital for some time and my Dad may not have been able to look after me properly. I lived in Craigbank and went to Gowanbank Primary School. My memories of the school are few and mostly neutral. I remember that there was a rota to feed some lambs and we had daily story time (The Incredible Journey) and listened to some music (Peer Gynt Suite). Not many other memories, but given the experiences of others at the different residential schools, maybe I have just repressed the bad ones smile.gif !
Fingal

hi Fingal , i have to tell you that you did not have to repress the bad times at Galloway house as i was also there ,but for 4 weeks and it was brilliant, i come from Govan and the deprived areas from Glasgow in the early 50s were given the chance through the schools for the children to get a holiday away from the deprivision of the area they lived in, my 4 weeks cost 2 pounds 2 shillings , no bad for bed and board for a month, in the morning you had schooling , in the afternoon you had a choice of chores that you would do , you would either go and feed the lambs, or help the janitor clean up in the woods or go to pick up rubbish from the beach (Rigg Bay)in the evening you would go to the common room for games or a go as you pleas talent show or sometimes a movie, but we always had a story read to us before going to our dorms, the book i remember was Jennie , the trials and adventures of a cat.
We also had a few excursions and i remember going to the Isle of Whithorn , football matches against the local school was also a fond memory, we used to get parcels sent from home with sweets , you were aloud to choose 2 items and the rest went into the basket to be shared with the rest of the kids,things we learned there were hancraft , highland dancing among others
great times

Posted by: Dunvegan 7th Feb 2011, 05:28am

QUOTE (ceader bhoy @ 20th Jul 2010, 10:33pm) *
agnes patrick stevenson was there in the early 60's, boy school was at the top of the hill, girls at the bottom, was at it with my brother and then a couple of years later with my pal, had some good times there, but did not get on with the teachers, looked down at you thought they were gods gift hers a picture anybody remember it?? top house is a private home bottom house is a hotel cheers c/b

Iweel remember the separation of the sexes. That hill was so steep when you walked up your nose touched the concrete.

Posted by: ionnsaigh 24th Mar 2011, 11:24am

Aye residential Schools, as a 7 year old, ( I think ) I was drugged and raped. The School was near Kilmarnock. sad.gif

Posted by: zascot 24th Mar 2011, 02:03pm

We got sent to the youth hostel in the borders for 7 days. First night the tuck shop got robbed and we were sent home. Good class mates we had and plenty of scoff for the journey back lol

Posted by: ionnsaigh 25th Mar 2011, 11:18am

QUOTE (zascot @ 24th Mar 2011, 01:09pm) *
We got sent to the youth hostel in the borders for 7 days. First night the tuck shop got robbed and we were sent home. Good class mates we had and plenty of scoff for the journey back lol


God how awful.

Posted by: ionnsaigh 26th Mar 2011, 01:39pm

QUOTE (ionnsaigh @ 24th Mar 2011, 10:30am) *
Aye residential Schools, as a 7 year old, ( I think ) I was drugged and raped. The School was near Kilmarnock. sad.gif


Strange place, strange bed, strange people.. I have never been a sound sleeper, the least wee noise or anything wakes me..... That first night however, I can't remember going to sleep, or moving during the night, which is unusual.. I had to be physically wakened the following morning, with a splitting headache and drowsy. I know that other posts, refer to bed wetting as being highlighted by Staff.
The back of my underpants was covered in dry blood, as where the bed sheets, guess what ? nothing was said. Perhaps I had some sort of bleed during the night - I don't know, however this has prayed on my mind, ever since.... I'm male.

Posted by: Lizzy McGowan 26th Mar 2011, 03:57pm

hi my name is lizzy mcgowan

my mum sent me to fornethy i hated it

I always remember miss Flether and her beadie eyes, and that wee dog Kirstie
one year i went with my wee sister Maryannn it was her first time there she was bit upset one night during the night i got up to comfert her to reasure she was ok and miss flecher made us stand in the libery with just our pants on it was very cold and very spooky as the two sisters haunted the house i remember the dorm called Reekylin and got the nickname creekylin and the window shutter would rattle in the middle of the night

I would always remember the song Sandy from Greese i would stert crying as i just wanted to go home.

I also remember the stupid prayers for breakfast lunch and dinner Bee,s of paradise and father we thankyou for the night

I also remember out one a walk with beetle crushers i was talking to my wee sister maryann and the BITCH ROBERTSON clashed our heads together we were in tears as it was very sore
I also remember miss lockey as she was the smoker and always lit up her ciggys

I remeber if you were a bed wetter you only get half cup of tea then you knew who the bed wetters were (that was cruel)

I remember Gladdis you would hear hr singing in the morning and i always remember the lady with the glasses who would carry the teapot to pour out tea i have no good memories of the place it was an abuse camp

We were made to do our letters again if they wern't appropriate enough as we were made to write that we were having a ball instead we were being smacked and forced too eat food we didn't like !!!!

The tuck shop we would all stand outside to get what we were allowed to spend the most was 5p and lowest was 2p you would get any sweets if you needed toothpaste or soap
My mum would sent me and my sister Maryann a shoe box full of sweets we were lucky if we ever saw the full packet as wee were only allowed very few (bet the teachers got tucked into them)

I remember the day before we were going home we would stan outside the tuckshop to get our mums a pressy mine was a DUSTY BIN that was the only thing they had (great choice)

it was a race to the little play shop when we were allowed out to play head first straight into the shop never mind the door
there was days were we fed kirstie (wee white scottie) and clean out a killer bunnys cage

the teachers i remember MISS LOCKEY MISS ROBERTSON AND MISS FLETCHER

DOMSTICS CLEANERS AND COOKS
GLADDIS AND THE WEE LADY WITH THE GLASSES AND THEN TWO SISTERS LORNA AND IRENE

please get in toutch with me my email is fergie1970@yahoo.com

ON TOP OF FORNETHEY ALL COVERED IN SNOW
I SHOT MY POOR TEACHER 5 MINUTES AGO
SHOT HER WAE PLESURE I SHOT HER WAE PRIDE
YOU COULDNT HAVE MISSED HER SHE WAS 50 FIT WIDE
WENT TO HER FUNERAL WENT TO HER GRAVE
INSTED OF SOME FLOWERS A THREW A GRINADE

BEES OF PARADISE
DO THE WORK OF JESUS CHRIST
DO THE WORK THAT NO MAN CAN
AMEN

FATHER WE THANKYOU FOR THE NIGHT
AND FOR THE PLESENT MORNING LIGHT

(cant remember the rest but my sister Maryann does
I will phone my sister to get the full night time prayer)


I hated the place out in the middle off nowhere

My photo is of what I look like now at 40

Sorry for the spelling mistakes I will put down to Robertson for clashing my head with my sisters


 

Posted by: bilbo.s 26th Mar 2011, 04:22pm

Lizzy,

Thank you for sharing your painful memories. Obviously your experiences were not unique and it is desperately sad to know that there are creatures out there masquerading as human beings and in positions of trust and power. Some things never change, alas.

Posted by: McLay 2nd Apr 2011, 12:23am

I'm so saddened and I don't think I have cried so much for years. My Mum worked as a cook in Dounans Camp. It never occurred to me ( I suppose because I was just a child) that the children there may not be happy. To be honest they never seemed to mix with the village and I wasn't allowed to go play there but, as our house backed onto the woods surrounding, I remember seeing groups of them out and about with attendant minders but that's it. I DO remember my Mum saying, on several occasions, 'poor wee buggers' but she never told me anything. Well Mum's didn't then!.........I think she was glad to leave there and for the reat of her life worked in the local hotels
My heart goes out to all of you and, at the same time, my heart is gladdened because you have come through all the abuse dealt out in those places. HOW can anyone hurt and degrade a child.......It's beyond me....xx

Posted by: McLay 2nd Apr 2011, 12:30am

Actually, even worse, does anyone remember Gartmore House? It was a List D school run by the catholic demons....errrrr fathers sad.gif As I say I grew up in the shadow of these places.

Posted by: helen_mcmahon@btin 15th May 2011, 08:39pm

i stayed at fornethy several times with my younger sister.

I loved it, loved the walks the fresh air, and respected the strictness of the teachers, Mrs Robertson, Holland, and of course Mrs Fletcher did the sweetie shop.

Wish i could rememver some of the wee songs before we ate etc, just distant memories, loved looking after the guinea pigs and rabbits, never was sorry to be there, although ended up in the corridor a few times for talking at night!

The communal showers well that was another thing!

It was a benefit to me and my sister, and it was one way of getting a break when families like ours didnt have money for holidays, have loved perthshire eversince. tongue.gif

Posted by: Dunvegan 18th May 2011, 03:17am

Where kids congregate there you will find paedophiles. They come in all shapes and guises from the kindly uncle/father figure to the violent abuser. There are also those who get their rocks of through gross psychological abuse of defenceless children, Then the ministers and priests, the more radical the christian sect, the more endemic is the child abuse.
They get away with it by the unwillingness for normal people to confront them; "I Never would have guessed ......" Guess nothing, they knew it all along but were too twee to act. And yes as a teacher I have had the vampires removed on more than one occasion. Only reporting (mandatory in most Australian state schools) and vigilance around children thwarts the monsters.

Posted by: hilde 1st Jun 2011, 06:23am

My sister and me were at Fornethy in 66 think it was. Remember horrid pictures from the place, scary women that just waited for an excuse to torment us in any way possible. Not one small flicker of a positive memory. Enogh nightmares though.
We'r Norwegians and our mum had a different thought of what a residential school was. Our step-dad knew. No wonder we were helped by the priest and the Mr Anderson from the scouts to get back to Norway in 68.
HA! No better here, I tell you!! They're just rapped up in nicer garments!!
We went back to Claremont street after 25 years to have a look, but not to Fornethy. Never will.

Posted by: ian taylor 8th Jul 2011, 11:39am

QUOTE (Mark Bird @ 16th Sep 2009, 12:30pm) *
Mark Bird 16th September, 2009

I went to Caol Ruadh Residential School with the schools I had been to on the following occasions:
August 1978 Ladyloan School
May 1981 Ladyloan
May 1983 St Kevins
September 1983 St Kevins
June 1984 St Joan of Arc
May 1986 St Joan of Arc
April 1988 St Joan of Arc.

I don't remember a teacher called Mr. Jarvis but during the times I have been to Caol Ruadh, the teachers' names were Mrs Stevens (Class 1), Mrs Grant (Class 2) and Mr Grant (Class 3) and the head teacher was Mrs Sutton. I very much imagine they must be all retired now.


Posted by: Maggs 9th Jul 2011, 03:21pm

QUOTE (*nessie80* @ 31st May 2009, 12:11am) *
my sister and I went to a residential school in Maybole Ayrshire, a place called Lumsden in 1964. It was the former mansion of a Dr. Lumsden who, rumor has it participated in studies on snatched dead bodies. I was 9 and my sister was 6. We had never been away from our home before so it was a bitter, sweet experience. It was a girl's school. My sister and I visited it back in 1991, and not too much had changed about the place except it was now a home for boys with problems. If we were exceptionally good, we would get to go into the "turret" and play. It was an actual turret. Our sweeties were rationed, we were allowed to pick one item every evening from our sweetie box. The meals were good and the accomodation was dormitory style.The hot chocolate was the best ever, and we got it in the evening before bed. I remember one night I had to go pee, now the rumor had it that the place was haunted, so I was scared to go the bathroom and decided to go in the waste paper BASKET, and I did, and when I woke up in the morning there was pee all around the BASKET. (I wonder why).I did my upmost to get rid of the evidence befor the staff came into the room, I used my clean socks and anything I could find to clean it up. The staff were strict, I think they thought we were just a bunch of wee ruffies from Glesca that had no couthe. I was called dirty because I did not clean out the bath tub after I used it. Well I idn't know any better as ma mammy used to take care of that. I used to enjoy the long walks we would take into Maybole, and the stories the staff would tell us. We would tell ghost stories and scare the hell out of ourselves. Some of the girls hated it there and were always planning on how to escape, we knew that over the hills was Glasgow, but how to get there was a problem. There was a train track that ran at the bottom of the field, but the trains went past fairly fast. Two sisters did ESCAPE, and went back home. All in all like I said earlier I look back on my stay there and think "what a wonderful experience for a child" especially one from the inner city. We lived in Drumchapel and had plenty of fresh air and fields to run around in, and coos to chase.


Hi

I went to Lumsden house I don't exactly remember the year although I do remember the hot chocolate and jam pieces in the evenings, I also remember walking through woods in our wellies and I have a vague recollection of a horse called Dobbin, I remember having our names or numbers or dorm rooms printed on our clothes, I don't remember the names the dormitories had so if anyone can help to remind me, I also remember the tuck shop, I was back in Maybole recently and I remember driving through it when the memory of Lumsden House struck me like a thunderbolt, I had to go and find it, it is derelict now I believe it has been bought over by a developer, my most vivid memory is of my mother putting me on a train in Glasgow and waving goodbye, I didn't know where I was going, who I was going with or for how long and to this day my mother refuses to speak about it, I don't know why so will have to rely on my recollections from places like this forum. Would anyone have any photos of Lumsden House when it was used as a residential school

Allso my brother went to a residential school on the Isle of Bute but he can't remember the name of it all he knows it was in Rothesay on the Isle of Bute, he has nightmares about his time there so I am trying to find out more for him so he can lay his ghosts of the past to rest so if anyone out there can help me on this I would be most gratefull

Mags

Posted by: joseph millar 23rd Jul 2011, 01:15pm

Hi my name is Joseph Millar and I went to a residentual shool in the mid 50s and would like to get in touch with any of the children who will be in there 60s by now. the school was in bute and (2 buildings) top was the boys school which is now in private ownership, lower building was the girls school which is now a Hotel.(Chandlers).

At the time I lived at 182 cambridge St cowcaddens Glasgow. I was perticulary fond of a girl who was named was Ann Savage who is probibly a grand mother/Great grand Mother by now. and we cept in touch when we got back home to glasgow.
I left Glasgow in 1959.
Iwould be interested to hear from anybody who might remember me.

camaronmillar@hotmail.co.uk

Posted by: AALY 18th Aug 2011, 07:19pm

I also forgot to mention in my earlier post a few pages back that

fornethy made tenko look like butlins!

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th Aug 2011, 09:59pm

QUOTE
name='joseph millar' post='3546686' date='23rd Jul 2011, 01:44pm']
Hi my name is Joseph Millar and I went to a residentual shool in the mid 50s and would like to get in touch with any of the children who will be in there 60s by now. the school was in bute and (2 buildings) top was the boys school which is now in private ownership, lower building was the girls school which is now a Hotel.(Chandlers).

At the time I lived at 182 cambridge St cowcaddens Glasgow. I was perticulary fond of a girl who was named was Ann Savage who is probibly a grand mother/Great grand Mother by now. and we cept in touch when we got back home to glasgow.
I left Glasgow in 1959.
Iwould be interested to hear from anybody who might remember me.

Joseph, that's a dodgy practice puttin' up your telephone number and eMail openly like that.
In future new members and guests should be aware of the "PM" (Private Message) service on the boards, where a simple click on an Avatar name opens access to PM. wink.gif

Welcome to the boards guys. biggrin.gif

Posted by: kenb 19th Aug 2011, 09:51am

QUOTE (george s @ 31st Mar 2009, 07:58pm) *
ye i went their summer of 77

i also went to seafield with my brothers no problems except for the big escape of my brother who wanted to go home but i got him back.can only remember good times

Posted by: Lynny 21st Jan 2012, 08:31pm

Hi i came accross this site by accident but i cant believe ive found something to do with that hell hole. Like others i thought i imagined how bad the place was. Fornethy was a place noone could ever forget. i think i went three times, all i can remember it must of been in the 70 s. being punished for talking after lights out, was a spoon full of codliver oil and you had to sit on the cold floor outside in the hall or you had to go and polish everyones shoes. Does anyone remember the song 4 weels on my wagon that we used to sing, ive forgotton all the words. I cant remeber why me and my sisters were sent there but i hated my mother for it god i remember bath time, i hate carbolic soap to this day <_< i cant believe ive thought that place only existed in my mind as i was forever getting flash backs and couldnt figure out were and when did it happen. Ive not been able to talk to my mother about it as that relationship is over.

Posted by: Gracie 22nd Feb 2012, 11:30pm

I was in the Biggar home Prestwick in 1962 for eleven months, With my brother for a fortnight, We were separated straight away - but seen each other at meal time, he was forced to eat sago(Frog Spon) I can rember the nurses tying him down on the floor making him eat this, I attached them.

Does anyone else remember this place and would you like to share, as i have more to tell.

Posted by: Toward73 29th Mar 2012, 11:22am

Hi everyone, I just happened on this site as I was thinking back to the time I spent at Castle Toward in the early seventies and was trying to find information about it.
There are some harrowing stories on here for what was obviously serious abuse at some other residential schools by people who should have known better.
My own situation was that I was brought up (or should that be 'dragged up) in Parkhead in a memebr of a family of 9 living in a two bedroom tenement. We were so poor that when we opened the scullery window, pidgeons used to throw bread in at us!
Two of my older brothers had previously been sent to a resi (Colintrive, I think). And from what I recall at the time they both enjoyed their time there.
I was sent to Castle Toward for about 5 weeks in 1972/73 (not sure exactly). I was one of the older ones there at the time, about 12 years old, and had been made dorm monitor for a small dorm.
Well you can imagine what my life had been like living with 8 others in a 2 bedroom tenement in Parkhead, and coming to Castle Toward was a holiday camp. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there and I genuinely believe it helped me to develop, in a positive way, to the person I have become today. For example, it taught me table manners (which were non-existent prior to going as we didn't have dinner table!) better manners in general and a higher degree of discipline as a few examples. This was at a time when I could have been going off the rails as a teenager growing up in the 60/70's gang culture.
It was great to get out of the slums and the dirt and grime to the countryside where we would go for walks in the woods, to the beach, trips into Dunoon, etc.
It was a different world for me. I believe it is has given me a confidence and independance which I doubt I would have had otherwise. I left home a 16 years old and have worked in several differnt countries in the world and haven't looked back. If I hadn't left Glasgow when I did I think I would have ended up in serious trouble.
I think the Glasgow Corporation should be applauded for the initiative, at the time, to try and get children from an underpriviledged background out of the slums, at least for a few weeks, and in my case, as it happens - forever. It is a real shame that, from the sad stories on here that the good intention was so obviously ruined by some of the people running the 'homes'. My thoughts go out to those of you who did not experience what should have been a pleasant experience.

Posted by: *Evelyn* 26th Apr 2012, 01:38am

I agree to sue I went to fornethy early seventies I have no good memories at all I was forced to eat everything even thou I didn't like the food I was leathered repeatedly and also remember standing in that library till all hours through the night all because I couldn't sleep. When I wet the bed they embarrassed me by shouting out my name when giving your pyjamas out at night and belted into my backside in front of everyone I tried to run away with another 2girls one of them was called Niomi but I can't remember the other girls name she wore glasses that's all I remember we got so far and stopped a car but un be knowing to us it was staff who took us straight back to be belted stupid off mrs fletcher she belted the girl with the glasses so hard they flew over the room I also tried to write to my mum and told her about what it was like but I didn't know then they read your mail and neadless to say they read it and I got belted stupid and locked in a room for hours now that I'm a mother of 2 I know now it was cruelty no kid should be scared or treated like that it's appalling when they took you outdoors to walk if you didn't fill the gaps you were belted across the face so hard that you were knocked to the ground and the teacher who did that was mrs Robertson if anyone can remember me please get in touch sometimes I came with my sisters Jessie and Marie we were there several times unfortunetlyn.

Posted by: trisha 51 29th Apr 2012, 04:01pm

QUOTE (javamol @ 17th Oct 2006, 09:54am) *
Can't believe this topic hasn't been covered before'

'Resi' holds so many memories for me, good and bad. My mum was a single parent to seven of us, so ah think we went tae give her a break more than anything else. The oldest four went, me being the youngest. Ah'm pretty sure it wis called Fornethy, but whitever ye do, don't google it cos it comes up wi a swingers club'.second thoughts, google if ye want'.

Ah wis pretty traumatised by the fact that only the oldest in the family goat the post and parcels. We'd aw be sittin there in the assembly thing in the morning and they'd call oot the names for those that hud post'..ah thoat ma mammy hud forgotten aw aboot me'didny matter that ma sister tellt me it wis fur everybody'.ah wanted ma ain parcel, ye know'.

It musta been comin oota winter when we were there, cos ah remember hivin tae trudge through the snaw tae see some new born lambs' felt like ah'd traipsed miles....ah wis that cauld ah couldnya cared less aboot the lambs by the time we goat ther'.

Saturday night wis movies and sing song night'.ah couldny tell ye whit movies ah saw, but ah remember the songs'.(apparently they traumatised me annaw, but that's oan anither thread..) We'd aw sit oan the flair, legs crossed, the aulder wans brung the milk an a wee biscuit roon, we'd belt oot The Blackboard of My Heart (don't know if that's whit it's called but that's whit ah remember it as), a wan aboot leaving old Texas now, Sad Movies, (see whit ah mean aboot trauma'..), oh and Yellow Daffodilly in Your Golden Gown'

Ah kin still be transported right back there by certain smells'.powdered toothpaste is wan fur some reason'..

Ah canny remember whether it wis at proper school or resi, but ah remember somedy askin me whit ma daddy did'..ah hudny a clue since ah hudny seen him fur years, but ah didny want tae say that, so fur some reason ah tellt them he wis a clown''.it musta goat right roon the school, cos somehow it goat back tae ma mammy ...she says ah wis right enough'' laugh.gif


Posted by: serabash 29th Apr 2012, 04:35pm

thanks for sharing that trisha 51. tell us more please.

Posted by: trisha 51 30th Apr 2012, 11:23pm

this has brought memories back to me. i was in the same resi as java. i remember the smell of the sheep dip and the snow up to my knees. i hated the place i was sorry i asked if i could go with my sister. i cried the first night i could'nt tell my parents i wanted to come home cos they read ur mail and in that mail u had to put what was written on the blackboard.i wish i could remember the name of the dorm i was in. think there was 8 of us in that dorm. there was a little girl called hannah who could'nt skip and they us to shout at her to skip and she could'nt it was so cruel. miss broomalaw was the name of the woman that ran the place im sure thats the name horrible old bag. after lunch you queued up to get a sweetie if you had any money sent to you from your parents. i just wonder why everyone was there was it just like me mum had a big family so it was to give her a break or did some of these poor girls have to stay for a long time.

Posted by: marie murphy 2nd May 2012, 05:42pm

QUOTE (Lennox @ 16th Oct 2006, 08:54pm) *
While talking on another thread this subject came up and you know how we are, it got us thinking....( Don't say a word)
Anyway I went to a residential school someplace in Perthshire for 6 weeks , it was a big place set in the middle of nowhere , or it seemed like it at the time.
I remember crying the first night and the next few nights after that. but as we got to see new things I liked it, some of the time.
Now as Java said to me they were such a big part of the school system when we were young I am sure I was not the only one who went to one, so come on share your stories, be they good or be they bad.
Oh before I forget someone please tell me the nameof the place that I went to. wub.gif

hi i was at that place aswell with my sisters yeah it was very nasty and they wer not nice people. i was sik 1 day wen the gave me sweetcorn to eat n i hated it and i brot it up and they actually ppicked it up and put it bak on my plate n made me eat it then cos i was sik again i got no sweets or letters or playroom and i got belted with a slipper. i still c it clear as day and thats a place that will scar a lot of folk for the rest of there lives x i went between 1983 and 1985 roughly my name is marie murphy x sad.gif


Posted by: *ally* 6th May 2012, 11:21pm

I went back to see my old residenal school which was lumsden and it was all gone

Posted by: cathy52 14th May 2012, 01:35am

QUOTE (petalpeeps @ 6th Aug 2007, 06:15pm) *
i went to castle towards in 1963,hated the first week didnae want tae come back by the last week made lots of friends ,tho never kept in touch.remember one boy put sugar on his porridge,tried it didnt like it ,but was made to eat it or i'de get it for supper.(also remember getting bags of clothes) it was just a way of life then ,bye

hi petalpeeps was caste towers in dunoon, i went to castle towers i thought it was called howards castle i cant remember i just know i hated it . i remember one girl used to sleep walk and me and some other girls were trying to get her back into the dorm when one of the teachers caught us and the sent for us one bye one to the office to hit us on the backside with a slipper but i would'nt let them hit me. then we were planning to run away, we didn't. and one day one of the teachers took us out for a walk and a cow started chasing her what a laugh that was.

Posted by: cathy52 14th May 2012, 05:24pm

i was at castle toward in 1960ish. went because i needed building up after a operation. it was the worst time of my life could'nt understand why i was there. i remember a girl in the dorm i was in used to sleep walk and one night she was going to make her mum a cup of tea .we were all trying to get her back into her bed when one of the teachers appeared and sent the whole dorm to some office and someone was telling us to bend over so she could smack us with this slipper. i would'nt bend over for her and the next day we were all going to run away and try to get back home even though we did'nt know how to get there. another time one of the teachers was taking us oyt for a walk and we were in a field when this cow started to chase her it was so funny we could'nt stop laughing at her. i think we got punished for that to. horrible place.

Posted by: Jupiter 14th May 2012, 05:30pm

After reading some of these posts Im glad I stayed at home.

Posted by: Viole(n)t 17th Jun 2012, 06:00pm

Hi there, this post seems to have been dormant for quite some time but just in case anyone ever reads over it once in a while, it seems necessary to post this.

For a school photography project on urban architecture, a friend of my mom suggested Fornethy. I had no idea what a residential school was, nor the horrible things that had happened in the time it was used. A residential school was described to me as "basically a boarding school".

Fornethy is fairly close to where I live, maybe three or so miles, but I'd never heard of it before. After visiting it early today, literally three or so hours ago, I felt compelled to do some research into the history of the place.

After walking through a forest for what seemed like forever, a huge white building came into view, and as soon as it did, I was hit with an overwhelming feeling of something being completely wrong.

It's claimed that the building is abandoned but there are still cars parked outside of the front and one of the sides of the building, three cars in a shed-like garage near the back and some kind of blue lighting from the inside of the building as well as warnings of security cameras being in place, all of which had a Glasgow number on the sign.

We rang the doorbell but no one answered, and after reading through some of the posts about the place, I'm really glad. One room in particular bothered me though. My mother pointed it out and when I looked through the window there was a room with a large cage-like fence in the middle which gave me a feeling of complete uneasiness. It was pretty scary.

The whole time we were near the building my sister clung to my mom's arm and cried saying she didn't like it, but wouldn't give a reason other than "it feels bad here", which didn't stop until the building was completely out of site.

We walked through the forest and found some kind of boat house and further along a strange shed building with a huge cage attached to the back, filled with diesel and animal traps, which seemed really strange to me.

It's horrible to think that the place I was taking photos of today with all of the lovely flowers could have been home to such terrible memories, but the eeriness of the place totally makes sense now.

The majority of the photos I took today were on an old camera which still takes film but I have a few from my mom's phone, not sure how good the quality is but if anyone's interested to see the state of the building now, I'd be happy to share them.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for everyone who had horrible experiences there and I'm not sure if this will even get read but it seemed worth a shot.

Posted by: KarenW 25th Jul 2012, 05:17pm

I went to Fornethy in early 80's i think. 1st time on my own and stayed in that big dorm isla i think it was called, 2nd time with my little sister. There was a haunted dorm too! I remember the women washing me in the bath that was definitely the worst!! I did win a knitted hat and scarf that 1 of the teachers mums knitted for being the best behaved girl..snigger!

Posted by: *John* 8th Aug 2012, 03:49pm

I was in Castlemilk home for a short time.I was born in Wishaw 1948 and my mother gave me and my brother away to different people so i have never seen my brother.I went to a childrens home shortly after called Lochgarry in Kelvinside moved from there when i was six and went a home called Oldhouse in Pollokshaws till i was 10.In 1958 i got foster parents in Aberdeenshire on a farm,well that was a shock to my system. I ran away a few times and ended up in Castlemilk for a while and then back to Oldhouse.And what i do remember most of all was that big tree outside it there were bricks at the bottom of the tree and was told it was a passage way into the home.I have asked around what the name of the home was when i moved back to Glasgow 3 years ago but have still never found out,so you may help me there.Forgive the diction if you want to reply.

Posted by: Tori G 11th Aug 2012, 03:37pm

Hi John you could try a search for "Auldhouse Mansion", Thornliebank Road Pollockshaws if thats the one your referring to, Ive seen lots of photo's and stories in regards to it. Good luck!

Posted by: GG 12th Aug 2012, 07:47am

Thanks Tori G, it's this topic, so I've brought John's post into it.

John, see davyab44's post http://discuss.glasgowguide.co.uk/index.php?showtopic=6591&st=0&p=110292&hl=auldhouse&#entry110292.

GG.

Posted by: helen mcmahon 8th Nov 2012, 11:52pm

I still dont have awful memories of fornethy but I do of Murdoch Bank childrens' home. Was anyone there?

I remember the music sessions and Gilbert Sullivan records and sawn does any one remember them?

I remember the film nights I remember the walks which I enjoyed and of course the small animals would love to remember some of the words of little Tommy something or other is one !

Still I suppose as children its all relevant I miss the opportunities I missed I forgive my mum and dad they didnt have cash to give us holidays etc. They thought they did well by us.

Posted by: *pat* 19th Feb 2013, 02:47pm

QUOTE (*John* @ 8th Aug 2012, 03:49pm) *
I was in Castlemilk home for a short time.I was born in Wishaw 1948 and my mother gave me and my brother away to different people so i have never seen my brother.I went to a childrens home shortly after called Lochgarry in Kelvinside moved from there when i was six and went a home called Oldhouse in Pollokshaws till i was 10.In 1958 i got foster parents in Aberdeenshire on a farm,well that was a shock to my system. I ran away a few times and ended up in Castlemilk for a while and then back to Oldhouse.And what i do remember most of all was that big tree outside it there were bricks at the bottom of the tree and was told it was a passage way into the home.I have asked around what the name of the home was when i moved back to Glasgow 3 years ago but have still never found out,so you may help me there.Forgive the diction if you want to reply.

Hi there, this is to John I went to Casltemilk when I was about six then I went to Lochgarry when I was 13, then to Craig-dhu but I don't think I would know you as I was born in 1955.


Posted by: WullieN 13th May 2013, 07:27pm

A wee Google brought this site up, been before so thought I might chip ma two bobs worth in!

I've been tae a couple of resies, so have my brothers but most times they were sent a different one to me. Colintraive was terrifying one day and great another, come tae think of it, it could that in one hour!

Auld Crabb was the 'Headie' as I remember it and his son used to play with us inmates sometimes.
Like the other fella said, Out Of Bounds was something I remembered from there, but it did give me love for life outside the city.

Dont remember a shop, but we did get frogmarched along tae the pierhead at Rubodach tae buy sweeties with Postal Orders sent from home, gobstoppers were popular I remember and we could hear the tranny playing in the shop.....none of that in the school.

Sometimes we came back via the overland route across the hills & moors, regular wee chindits so we wur! Until the day ah got stung on the face by wasp the size of a lemon!!!!!!
A wee bit petting & pampering fae the nurse and I was fine though.

Do any of the guys remember building 'dams' in the burn outside the front door?
Going swimming and getting changed in that manky auld boat shed?
Climbing up the huge rock at the shore called 'The Scout' ?
Watching the maniacs playing shinty on the red pitch?
Getting shouted at for playing on the grass....erh...lawn.

I went back not so long ago and theres not a lot changed, its a special needs place now.

Posted by: taurus 13th May 2013, 10:49pm

Just discovered this thread by accident today. When I was 11 in 1950 my mother heard of a bookie in the South Side who could arrange for kids to go to Clynder on the Gareloch.it was only to be for deprived kids,2 weeks for free in this big house. I do remember the bookie`s surname was the same as ours,so in with a shout right away she thought. Anyway she laid it on thick that she was a poor widow,(not true I had a stepfather away at sea),he was the one with the same name as the bookie.Anyway I was "lucky" to get the 2 weeks at this big house. I was sworn to secrecy that I had no daddy,as she`d told a lie,but at 11 years old and short of common sense,I told everyone the bookie was my uncle.Of course I had a different surname,so kids wiser than me knew I was a liar,so right away I was not popular. I didn`t have anything like a good time,we were just a bunch of kids,hanging around waiting for the 2 weeks to be up. As I remember,I was always hungry,I didn`t care for walks in the fields ,and when I came home my mum had to take me to the doctor for cream as I was bitten all over with midges.I think I really went there to give my mum 2 weeks peace ,no happy memories of that place at all.

Posted by: *Heather* 24th Jun 2013, 11:54pm

Just came across this site x I also went to Fornethy in I think 1982 or thereabouts x I went with my wee sister and 4 other girls from school and have to say I loved it! My wee sister spent 2 weeks crying n hated it but I thot it wa sfantastic x I know some of the kids had their hair done with the bone comb etc but all in all I felt it was a positive experience for me x used to love wen the list went out n I'd sit u der my cover with a torch and a pile of old Bunty magazines x loved going on the walks and doin the crafts but wasn't so keen on going to church lol xx feel sad for some of the girls who had a hard time xx

Posted by: margaret devlin 2nd Feb 2014, 08:35pm

I went there in th 67/68 and I hated it bith times being slapped for not being able to count by miss fletcher she dragged us out of bed at 3am to go for a long walk throo woods and fields I was terrified I just wanted to get out of there we were allowed to write letters home but had to copy wat they wrote on the board horrendous place I ripped my shoes and they made me wear army boots even to church.

Posted by: Linda mcauley 15th Jul 2014, 10:11pm

I went to Galloway house in 1961 I hated it and our dorm cried every night wanting to go home we were not allowed to phone home, and every letter was screened to make sure we only said nice things about the place. I once tried to sneak a letter in the post box was caught and publicly humiliated by not only the letter read out to all and sundry but made to write a new letter saying how I loved the place and as punishment made to clean all the shoes. We also had to queue naked for showers which was embarrassing no I have no good memories of the place.

Posted by: onlyabhoy 30th Aug 2014, 02:54pm

QUOTE (Alex MacPhee @ 17th Oct 2009, 10:55pm) *
I went there around 1965. There were two schools, Agnes Patrick for girls, and higher up the hill, the Stevenson for boys. I remember Mr Christie, though I didn't like him very much, and there was another teacher whose name might have been Mr Sproul, though I'm not certain of that. The third teacher I remember was Miss Conlon, and by jove, I fancied her, being just fifteen and hormones starting to kick in! There was a woman whose name, I think, was Mrs Trainer, and she was the housekeeper.

We were taught ballroom dancing there, and there was a ball to be held with the girls invited up to Stevenson on the night of the dance. Among the dances was a knock-out dance, with the best couple left on the floor. I was an incredibly shy lad, and that night, a girl nodded at me to ask her to dance, and so I asked her up. We stayed together most of the time, and danced the Veleta, the Military Two-step, St Bernard's waltz, Canadian barn dance, Pride of Erin, and many others. During the knock-out, I became more and more nervous and excited as others were tapped on the shoulder and invited to leave the floor.

I still remember her name. She was called Marie Speirs, from Anniesland, and she had lovely blue eyes and fair hair. At the end of the knock-out dance, there were just two couples left, Marie and me, and another. I think the other lad was called Potts, but I don't remember the name of his dance partner. The judges (all the teachers) couldn't decide, so declared a tie between us.

I've often wondered what became of that lass and where she is now.

Hi I remember the school at the top off the Hill I remember going to play football and going to Chapel by bus on the Sunday, Yes I also wont forget going down to the girls school as I had my eye on a girl from the Kinning Park Area. A few years later I had a weekend job in that area and would always look out the window off the van in the hope I would see her. Yeah that wee teacher was a little poisoned Dwarf cant remember her name and the male teacher had grey hair and glasses and also wore a sort off Tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbow. I remember going down to Ascog and a visit to Kiltcatten Bay and Rothsay Castle. Yes great memories indeed.

Posted by: onlyabhoy 30th Aug 2014, 03:05pm

QUOTE (jutsy @ 13th Jun 2007, 10:29pm) *
hi did anybody go to craig ressie . went there loads of times .free holiday haha

Hi went there in the 1960s a bit scared at the start but got used to it went there about 3 time.

Posted by: Tally Rand 4th Sep 2014, 02:56am

QUOTE (onlyabhoy @ 30th Aug 2014, 02:54pm) *
Hi I remember the school at the top off the Hill I remember going to play football and going to Chapel by bus on the Sunday, Yes I also wont forget going down to the girls school as I had my eye on a girl from the Kinning Park Area. A few years later I had a weekend job in that area and would always look out the window off the van in the hope I would see her. Yeah that wee teacher was a little poisoned Dwarf cant remember her name and the male teacher had grey hair and glasses and also wore a sort off Tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbow. I remember going down to Ascog and a visit to Kiltcatten Bay and Rothsay Castle. Yes great memories indeed.

The Gurls school wis up the hill and wis approached by a windin' ramp. I think the fitba' fields wis up the hll as weel.

Us yins wis went frae St. Anthony's of Guvin, an' a lot o' ma mates went wi me. We didnae go fur punishment as it wis a "fresh air fortnite" fur weans wha' only seen green stuff in the Elderpawnpark. Us yins spent mair than a month there. It wis awrite, bit a wis gled tae get hame.

Posted by: Plant Street poor b 22nd Sep 2014, 09:25pm

QUOTE (grangebear @ 21st Apr 2010, 11:30pm) *
In my time I attended 2 Glasgow residential schools. First was Castle Toward, near Dunoon and then at Galloway House, near Garlieston, Dumfries and Galloway. I really had a great time at both of them though I remember Castle Toward was a lot more regimented and orderly compared to Galloway House. I don't really recall any bad experiences for me despite the discipline but I think that they did me the world of good learning new things and to become more independent. I think its sad they had to go but I guess in the modern world most kids are whisked off to the Costa del Sol or skiing so I guess they have had their day.
Galloway House is now a privately owned estate going strong (probably bought at a knock down price from the old Glasgow Corp). I was down there a few years ago and you can take a walk around the grounds. I would have loved a tour of the house. Castle Toward still manages.... just ...... to survive as an outdoor education centre for school children. I was amazed to see that the guy running the company managing Toward was a PE teacher at my former Glasgow secondary, Colston.
Coming across this forum made me think its really sad there seems to be very little documentation of these Glasgow residential schools. You would think there would be an archive somewhere with lots of pictures etc.... does anyone have any info?


Posted by: rosie61 8th Oct 2014, 07:46pm

QUOTE (carol reid @ 3rd Mar 2010, 09:52pm) *
went to fornethy residential school with younger sister late 60's early 70's wiz a nitemare mrs fletcher an her cruel staff should be horse wipped an stoney brae wiz the worst walk ever

hi carol reid, i was also at fornethy i think around the same time as yourself, god i remember mrs fletcher, cruel old witch, and mrs holland, cruel old bitch....remember the long walks to the waterfalls, we were well fed, but was freezing at night...my dormitory was called reekie lynn...still remember it, thinking of going a drive up just to see the place....some happy memories, some not so happy....

Posted by: *Petunia* 9th Oct 2014, 01:32pm

I don't remember much about it but I was at a residential school in Ascog, Rothesay so was my sister I think it was up a hill, I remember that was the first time I had seen the foxglove flower it was purple and thought it was lovely the other thing I remember was the cook if you asked her what was for dinner she used to say "bees knees and chickens elbows" Don't think it was too bad but was glad to get home.

Posted by: Alex MacPhee 12th Oct 2014, 05:34pm

QUOTE (onlyabhoy @ 30th Aug 2014, 03:54pm) *
Hi I remember the school at the top off the Hill I remember going to play football and going to Chapel by bus on the Sunday, Yes I also wont forget going down to the girls school as I had my eye on a girl from the Kinning Park Area.


Only just seen this, or I'd have replied earlier. Can you remember the year that you went to Stevenston residential school at Ascog? I think my stay there would have been around 1964, give or take a year. I remember one girl there, called Marie Speirs, bonny lass, I had a crush on her. I have good memories of the place, too, and it seems to have been quite different from some of the other residential schools that people report terrible experiences with.

Posted by: Brianjardine 15th Nov 2014, 06:35pm

In 1969 I was at Cadder Primary and went to Galloway House for three
weeks.It was great.1st time away from . thumbup.gif for a wee 11 year old,
what an adventure,even playing football in a sheep field.Still got my
diary.I shared a dorm with John Owens,Bobby Marshall,Alan Hope and
1 other whose name escapes me.