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Extract from
messageboard, Maureen Winward
(Quinn), Morecombe, England, June.2003
"I was born in Bridgeton, 20 Madras Street
left there when I was seven with my Ma, Da, brothers and sister all
8 of us we moved to Carntyne to a 4 in the block thought we were in
heaven as I dont know were we all slept but to say we were very
happy and I would love it to be the same today as my mum and dad are
now dead. For myself I live in Morecambe, my husband Alan and I, him
being an English man poor sod not his fault. Lived a lot of our time
in the middle east I still come to Glasgow now and again as I have
my sisters Margaret and June still living there and my friend Kathy
also from Bridgeton the moral to this story is I love Glasgow and I
am very proud to have been born and brought up in Bridgeton. My
mother and father were Mary and Eddie Quinn... salt of the earth.
.reminisce 1
I remember in our wee house in Madras Street my big brother, Malcolm
Quinn used to have doo's outside the bedroom windae and many a
battering I got for letting them out! He is 63 now and lives in
Blackpool and still has some doos, never could understand why people
liked them so much?
I am laughing here now as I can still see his face and remember
running doon the stairs before he killed me! "
reminisce 2
well Wull I remember when I was about 6 or 7 my pal Kathy and I used
to get up to some tricks. As you know there was a lot of tin baths
around then, this day my big sister Margaret and my cousin Jean
McLeash were meant to be watching me and my two wee sisters. Anyway
me and my pal Kathy were hiding under the bed at the time in a tin
bath, when our Margaret and Jean were talking about there
boyfriends, Alex Mcleash and Jim Mallon, well they has us killing
ourselves laughing when they were talking about them winching
them! All off a sudden the bath was dragged out and boy did we
get it of them! We all still talk about it today and it never
ceases to make us laugh but if they only knew we weren't that daft
not to understand what they meant, but its a great memory to me to
remember the laughing that when on in that wee hoose in Madras
Street.
The view from ' 20 ' Madras Street
looking over to Madras Place
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