No.9 Tramcar Bridgeton Cross
Driver Kitty & Clippie Helen
Feb.2003, Charlie McDonald, GLASGOW,
"I remember the No.9 'Caur' as if it was yesterday. My Maw was a
clippie and I became a bit of a celeb in Arrol Place whenever my ma was on
the No.9...all my pals would stick close to me during the summer holidays
whenever my ma was working as my ma would stop the 'caur' at the Toby Jug
and we would all pile on and head out West for the day.
Sometimes we'd get aff at the Art Galleries and have a great game of two
man hunt and chased all over the Galleries by the security men before
heading back to the east end on the return 'caur'. Got the shock of
my life a few years back when viewing an exhibition on 'Glasgow Women at
Work' in the Mitchell Library. I happened to notice a photograph of a No.9
'caur' at Auchenshuggle. On looking closer I nearly dropped when I
recognised my Maw and her driver , Kitty. The photo was taken in the last
few days of the 'caurs' in September 1962. I have an excellent video on
the last day of the 'caurs' showing several street scenes in the east end
and the staff dance in the old Ruby Street
Depot on the last night."
GP messageboard, Jan 2006, Charlie McDonald, GLASGOW
That's ma wee maw, Helen, wi' the white socks oan and her driver Kitty who was a
mad Hearts supporter who used to give me pelters as a wean when the
Hearts played the Gers. Days efter this photo was taken in September 1962
the caurs were done a way wi'...ma maw went tae work oan the buses running
fae Fordnuek Street Depot and Kitty went back tae live in Auld Reekie to
be nearer her beloved Tynecastle.
Feb.2003, Ronnie McPhee, London
a great story Charlie, ye see it seems tae me thit aw these wee kind o'
folklore stories are jist overlooked and forgotten, I think grandweans
when older would be thrilled tae hear this stuff (a know I am). did ye
keep the photo of yer mammy thit ye fun in the Mitchill? and dae ye hiv a
photo o' her wearing her uniform that ye might wish tae let us see?.
Puir dead brilliant.
Three cheers tae Charlies mammy."
"Yer right Ronnie these
folklore stories are often overlooked, forgotten and lost in time....but
not anymore!.....that's where my
website comes in. I am constantly
adding these tales tae the website as can be seen by awe the extracts
listed throughout the pages. These website pages are here for ever and
will be seen and read when we are all long gone. So awe these photographs....the
stories, the memories and tales, songs, schools and Glesga Pals
will get a wee place in history and will be read and talked about
throughout the land......ahm gonny
from GP messageboard, Chrissie aged 77, Jan.2006
I remember the the overhead wires for the 'caurs'?.......
Saw them spark and sizzle. Also the inconvenience of waiting when the
trolley came off the over head wires which had to be put back on with the
help of a big pole...
They often 'jumped' the rails.....I must have been about 12 (1940) when
the tramcar I was travelling on jumped the rails while turning the corner
into Glassford street and proceeded to smash into the window of a chemist
shop...I was sitting on the top deck at the front beside the
window.......was taken to the Royal. in an ambulance ( I was mortified)
with other passengers who were hurt....Luckily I only had cuts on my legs
from the flying glass.....Never sat upstairs again.......Still do not sit
upstairs on a bus ...
The last tramcar journey of No.9 seen here at Auchenshuggle terminus,
London Road at Bridgeton Cross
the last tram procession
4th September 1962
Tramcar Souvenir Tickets
Glasgow Trams 1st July 1894 - 4th September 1962, 68 years
The rear of the ticket shows some stop addresses :-
( London Road at Blairbeth near Tollcross )
Maukinfauld Road ( London Road )
1277 London Road
Kent Street ( the Barras )
Queen Street ( City Centre)
(tickets supplied by Ron.McPhee )
A Tramcar Lament.
Posted on November 18, 2003 by Ronnie
From Bowmont Gardens, Kelvinside, (where Buller fought against the boer),
Upon a tram I used to ride, (Ah! Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir).
Up the open top I went, (The air on deck was fresh and pure);
It was a ha'penny well spent,
(Ah Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir).
From Byres Road to Douglas Street, That fare a journey would procure
(The air on deck was fresh and sweet),
(Ah! Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir).
Blazoned they rolled in rainbow hues, (Oh! golden days when routes were fewer),
Yellows and greens, reds, whites, and blues,
(Ah! Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir).
To Linthouse Pier the cluthas swam, (The Clyde was not unlike a sewer)
But oh! the springtime on a tram, (Ah! Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir)
Where are the trams of yesteryear, The pride and joy of rich and poor?
Upon their passing shed a tear, (Ah! Auchenshuggle, oh! Dalmuir).