967 London Road,
The cross marks the spot where this church used to
Extract from e-mail, June 2004, Richard
Hi Webmaister, you might be interested to know that I was a member of the 228th
when it belonged to Newlands East Church on London Rd.
The church was between Frazer St. and Stamford St. Moore's fruit shop was on one
side and Dr. Stirling had his place on the other side. The minister was Rev.
The church was demolished and Mr. McKechnie went to Aberdeen University to
teach. I actually met him on the Empress of Canada in 1967. Like myself, he was
emigrating to Canada. He was 70 years of age and couldn't face the mandatory
retirement being forced on him........
See photograph of The Boys Brigade
c1948 marching into this church.
Extract from messageboard, Sept2006,
Webmaister both my maternal and paternal
grandparents were married in Newlands Church. My Ma and Da were also
married there and I was christened there. Mention was made of the Rev.MacKechnie
I remember reminiscing with auld Bobby Bryson
about him and Bobby who never had a bad word to say about anyone said 'Aye he
was an ok Minister but his sermon's knocked everyone to sleep'. The font from
Newlands that I and most of my family were christened in was in
Calton Parkhead Church up until about 3 years
ago when it was sold to some junk man out of the Evening Times - I was raging
and asked who bought it - funny they couldn't remember who it was they sold it
to. Aye right.
One of my auld yins who attends my club was at the Sunday School Xmas Party in
the late 1950's when I was 'the little boy that Santa forgot' and I screamed the
place down. 150 weans at a party and yours truly never got a present - organised
religion I have hated it ever since.
Extract from messageboard, Oct.2006,
Aye well Webmaister, yer photograph of
Newlands East Church in the London Road fer evokes many a memory of my
gallivanting in that locality as a youngster. I knew the area ever sae well, and
was in Moore's the fruit shop many a times for a quarter of totties, two ingings
and a hauf of cabbage. And it wis from Moore's that we got oor Apple boxes
(stronger than orange boxes) for making guidies.
And tae the right haum side was Dr Stirling and Dr Turners Surgery where I was
once escorted by my mammy having gotten my foreskin stuck, and wee Stirling
placed my w/ullie atween his middle and index finger and chugged it back intae
position...ouch! And the dour brown painted waiting room that for certain
brought oan a feelings of depression, even though you were in there only tae
have a bandage changed.
And the frequent jumble sales held in the church, wae a mile long queue waiting
for a bargain, that were I assure you few and faur between. They were great fun
for me though having skipped in, and streeching my haun through the crowds of
wummin tae nock an auld toy aff the table. And the regular big white weddings,
six big fancy motor cars, and photographers....phew! how could local folk afford
this? And best of all the scrambles...and aw us weans waiting in anticipation
for the haun-fae of coins getting flung oot the car windies, and we'd be
fighting and groping oan the grun tae get as much money as possible, and oan
many occassions for me it was as much as a shullin....smashing fun.
And then through the close aside Moore's tae the 'Buggy Lawn' (as named by Rick
Sutherland oan 'Friends'), a wee group of 'hooses' behind the tenement's. And aw
the wie through up past the steamie towards hame in.
In yer map of the area Webmaister it gives the impression that Stamford Street
came aw the wie doon oan tae the London Road, When in fact between Barrowfield
Street and the London Road this was a very narrow lane wae two upright wooden
posts that we as weans vaulted awer each time we passed. It was just at this bit
of the London Road that a wee boy from Law Street who wis in my class at
Barrowfield School, was killed by a lorry, and his mother having gone intae
moarning was never again a well woman.
I could waffle on for 'oor's aboot that locality Webmaister but I'm inclined tae
think pals have heard enough...
happy times :) sad
right's of passage.
|March 2015, Email from James McGibbon, Glasgow. Age 63
I collected my school prize from Bill Tennent at this church. My granny
and granda stayed directy across the road in the Hairy Ham. There was a
lean too building attached to the tenement leading round the back to my
grannies wooden stairs.
The lean too housed a fishmongerers in wich my
ma,s younger sister served her time, (Jean Morrison (Graham). Next to
the lean too was Tommy O'Neill's newsagent. The lane leading from
London Road to Stamford Street was called the Brickie named after the
Brickfields that used to be in Barrowfield. If you walked up the
Brickie on your left was the back wa of the Steamie named the 'hoat wa'
where us bad boys sat and blethered.
There used to be fist fights and
tossing schools (coins) in the Brickie mainly on Sundays. The two
brothers Moore that ran the fruit shop were highly respected because of
the help they gave during the War.