always amazed to find we survived this long ,born 1949, lived in Cavendish St, Thistle St and Caledonia Road, remember raking the midgies for luckies, peeces 'n butter and sugar getting thrown from 3 stories, back green singers, rag men with trumpets, coal men with black faces delivering 3 bags to 3 stories up, leaning out the window and shouting yer order at them, tying a rope to the the 1st storey landing window and getting lifted up with yer pals pulling on it, going with yer pals to the railway yards across Eglinton Street and trying to find train warning bangers and putting them on the tram lines, I too remember the swimming baths and the nut guys and Paddies market and buying hard bagels from the Jewish bakers in Crown Street, painters with barrows and ladders on them, bows and arrows made from canes, best faller on the stairs in the tenements after a war movie, after Bridge on the River Kwai, I whistled Colonel Bogie for about a year, drove my maw nuts.
Last nite in scotland here. I,ve never been back .but i,ll never forget it.now live melbourne. Australia. June 1974. My granny lived flat 1 2oo sandyfield rd sure that was it i was 10.saw vid of these flats getting demolisted had a tear in my eye. Am 55 noo got a family of my own . Buts its hard to explain to them. Coz theres nothing in melbourne like the gorbals or maryhill or cumbernauld where i lived .bit like a timewarp .my 55 years on this planet.great vid thank you for posting.
I have been doing some research of Gorbals and watched some amazing documentaries and short films the last few days, including this one. I feel for the residents who called this place home for generations who had to sit back and constantly watch their homes become decrepit,cramped,and damp,just to be demolished and rebuilt to only become condemned and demolished again with few safe places for their children to live and play. The families who took care of the little they had and proudly called Gorbals home were the ones my heart goes out to. It broke my heart for the people who felt pushed aside or forgotten when the flats were neglected by the council, housing authority ,and others who did not appreciate their homes. Families who tried to make an honest living were forced to see their homes turn to shambles, littered,friendly neighbors replaced by junkies and alcoholics, and just forgotten by the government and left to watch their homes crumble and infested with mold. I feel there were never any long term solutions, but only short term fixes that just put a bandaid the on going affordable housing crisis of Gorbols and never truly fixed the real issues that plaque this Estate forcing it to always be deemed a problematic and "bad" area. I personally thought the high rise flats were good in theory but poor in execution. Cramming thousands of low income families in a few high rise flats that were poorly constructed are doomed to fail. Seeing the infestation of mold that plague the flats before they were demolished was disheartening in itself.
Went to Kidson Street primary school,can still remember the teacher name a Miss Sutherland.we lived at 447 Crown Street.Mum Dad and Granny and us two kids.
Unfortunately,John, nothing of the Gorbals I knew exists any more, thanks to the wreckers ball. That is, except for the Citizen's theatre on Gorbals Street, which used to be part of the Palace complex with those beautiful pillars and statues.
A long shot,but does anybody know/knew a family called Fischer(not sure of spelling) who lived in either ,I think, Portugal Street(where the Polish Deli,Chip shop bookies and St. John's chapel was? I just remember looking across the lane in Dunmore street to the backs of the tenements so it may have been I think Norfolk street ,the one at the end of the cobbled lane in Dunmore St. with the Jewish slaughter house and the back of the corn mill was? I remember when I was about 8, my mother saying that the kids ( I was born in the early 50's) were my brothers/sisters. Just came across these videos. My maiden name was Madeleine Duffy.
always amazed to find we survived this long ,born 1949, lived in Cavendish St, Thistle St and Caledonia Road, remember raking the midgies for luckies, peeces 'n butter and sugar getting thrown from 3 stories, back green singers, rag men with trumpets, coal men with black faces delivering 3 bags to 3 stories up, leaning out the window and shouting yer order at them, tying a rope to the the 1st storey landing window and getting lifted up with yer pals pulling on it, going with yer pals to the railway yards across Eglinton Street and trying to find train warning bangers and putting them on the tram lines, I too remember the swimming baths and the nut guys and Paddies market and buying hard bagels from the Jewish bakers in Crown Street, painters with barrows and ladders on them, bows and arrows made from canes, best faller on the stairs in the tenements after a war movie, after Bridge on the River Kwai, I whistled Colonel Bogie for about a year, drove my maw nuts.
Last nite in scotland here. I,ve never been back .but i,ll never forget it.now live melbourne. Australia. June 1974. My granny lived flat 1 2oo sandyfield rd sure that was it i was 10.saw vid of these flats getting demolisted had a tear in my eye. Am 55 noo got a family of my own . Buts its hard to explain to them. Coz theres nothing in melbourne like the gorbals or maryhill or cumbernauld where i lived .bit like a timewarp .my 55 years on this planet.great vid thank you for posting.
I have been doing some research of Gorbals and watched some amazing documentaries and short films the last few days, including this one. I feel for the residents who called this place home for generations who had to sit back and constantly watch their homes become decrepit,cramped,and damp,just to be demolished and rebuilt to only become condemned and demolished again with few safe places for their children to live and play. The families who took care of the little they had and proudly called Gorbals home were the ones my heart goes out to. It broke my heart for the people who felt pushed aside or forgotten when the flats were neglected by the council, housing authority ,and others who did not appreciate their homes. Families who tried to make an honest living were forced to see their homes turn to shambles, littered,friendly neighbors replaced by junkies and alcoholics, and just forgotten by the government and left to watch their homes crumble and infested with mold. I feel there were never any long term solutions, but only short term fixes that just put a bandaid the on going affordable housing crisis of Gorbols and never truly fixed the real issues that plaque this Estate forcing it to always be deemed a problematic and "bad" area. I personally thought the high rise flats were good in theory but poor in execution. Cramming thousands of low income families in a few high rise flats that were poorly constructed are doomed to fail. Seeing the infestation of mold that plague the flats before they were demolished was disheartening in itself.
Thankfully they have regenerated the area and doing a grand job of it.
It's a really nice place to live now
Seeing the auld gorbals bring tears to my glass eye
Went to Kidson Street primary school,can still remember the teacher name a Miss Sutherland.we lived at 447 Crown Street.Mum Dad and Granny and us two kids.
Thank you for posting that! It's a real gem!
DO YOU REMEMBER THE SWIMMINACROSS FAE THE CITIZENS AND THE WEE ROAST NUT MAN UNDER THE BRIDGE
Unfortunately,John, nothing of the Gorbals I knew exists any more, thanks to the wreckers ball. That is, except for the Citizen's theatre on Gorbals Street, which used to be part of the Palace complex with those beautiful pillars and statues.
Even that got rebuilt now
Does any one know how to get hold of the song starting at 26 seconds "the Glasgow rain is falling down..." ?
A long shot,but does anybody know/knew a family called Fischer(not sure of spelling) who lived in either ,I think, Portugal Street(where the Polish Deli,Chip shop bookies and St. John's chapel was? I just remember looking across the lane in Dunmore street to the backs of the tenements so it may have been I think Norfolk street ,the one at the end of the cobbled lane in Dunmore St. with the Jewish slaughter house and the back of the corn mill was? I remember when I was about 8, my mother saying that the kids ( I was born in the early 50's) were my brothers/sisters. Just came across these videos. My maiden name was Madeleine Duffy.
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@axamitek You're welcome.
The children were as hard as nails back then
I COULD WRITE ALL NIGHT LONG A BOOT THE GORBALS
nothing tae beet the gorbals
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So what's your point ?
Great video but terrible singing