Spent my summer hols in cranhill in late 60s+early 70s. Didnt know any better. We either drove up or got a bus from Birmingham. All can remember was the big green open spaces/parks to play football, my dad and granda playing bowls, singsong around my grannies (who moved from a tennement in Bellrock street to a pristine flat in those high rises aroond the corner) everyone seemed to know a song to sing. heady days! Barrs irn bru from the ice cream van (i might be wrong) and yummy scotch pies!! Lastly hearing the hampden roar!!
If you blindfolded me and stuck me in the middle of Ruchazie id be totally lost. I lived there between 1962 and 1971 nothing exists anymore. I went to Ruchazie primary, my sister got married in Ruchazie parish church. My house was directly across from the Chapel. The Catholic primary school was to one side of it and lock up garages to the other. None of it exists anymore. And if it wasn't for the cranhill flats and old scout Hall in your video, I wouldn't have recognised Cranhill either.
Lived in Ruchazie, Dunnottar St, 1954 to 1964. Campbell Black, who lived round the corner, became a professor of English at Tucson University. I survived ok. Cranhill looks desperate with all the waste ground. Ruchazie now looks terrible where the schools were. Used to be all houses. Delivered paraffin in Boghall St.
Does seeing the redevelopment make you feel sad or glad that things may have changed for the better? I keep telling my friends from my home city that I want to go back for one last look, but they tell me not to, because so much has changed or gone. At least the house I was born in is still there.
What they did to they communities borders on cultural vandalism. Levelled whole communities and replaced them with spare ground and ghost streets or soulless plastic garbage. Hate to think of all the generations of families raised in the schemes now juts a distant memory. Maybe I'm just getting old but if they had maintained the buildings properly and not dumped everyone with a social problem into them they would be great places to live. Really enjoy your videos and commentary mate. Makes me homesick and I'm only 15 minutes away. My office is in Queenslie 🍺🍻
I would subscribe - just as long as you're not harbouring a sectarian divide, which is Glasgow's utter curse. Apart from that assumption - sorry - this was a really interesting journey. Thanks!
Spent my summer hols in cranhill in late 60s+early 70s. Didnt know any better. We either drove up or got a bus from Birmingham. All can remember was the big green open spaces/parks to play football, my dad and granda playing bowls, singsong around my grannies (who moved from a tennement in Bellrock street to a pristine flat in those high rises aroond the corner) everyone seemed to know a song to sing. heady days! Barrs irn bru from the ice cream van (i might be wrong) and yummy scotch pies!! Lastly hearing the hampden roar!!
If you blindfolded me and stuck me in the middle of Ruchazie id be totally lost. I lived there between 1962 and 1971 nothing exists anymore. I went to Ruchazie primary, my sister got married in Ruchazie parish church. My house was directly across from the Chapel. The Catholic primary school was to one side of it and lock up garages to the other. None of it exists anymore. And if it wasn't for the cranhill flats and old scout Hall in your video, I wouldn't have recognised Cranhill either.
Lived in Ruchazie, Dunnottar St, 1954 to 1964. Campbell Black, who lived round the corner, became a professor of English at Tucson University. I survived ok. Cranhill looks desperate with all the waste ground. Ruchazie now looks terrible where the schools were. Used to be all houses. Delivered paraffin in Boghall St.
I was born in Cranhill
Sure I remember Bellrock St when it was a canyon between 4-storey concrete tenements. Long time ago.
I was hoping to see Gilbertfield St
Lived in Monach then Toward road
Does seeing the redevelopment make you feel sad or glad that things may have changed for the better? I keep telling my friends from my home city that I want to go back for one last look, but they tell me not to, because so much has changed or gone. At least the house I was born in is still there.
Could Have Done A Moment On Gartcraig Bus Depot Now A Salt Bunker Depot
What they did to they communities borders on cultural vandalism. Levelled whole communities and replaced them with spare ground and ghost streets or soulless plastic garbage. Hate to think of all the generations of families raised in the schemes now juts a distant memory. Maybe I'm just getting old but if they had maintained the buildings properly and not dumped everyone with a social problem into them they would be great places to live. Really enjoy your videos and commentary mate. Makes me homesick and I'm only 15 minutes away. My office is in Queenslie 🍺🍻
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Watch out for my golf ball
What is that structure at 7 minutes in buddy?
I think Scheme means plan or project.
Stayed in high end Ruckazie.
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I’m a survivor of Cranhill ‘ sumburgh street …. A pure shite hole it was .
I would subscribe - just as long as you're not harbouring a sectarian divide, which is Glasgow's utter curse. Apart from that assumption - sorry - this was a really interesting journey. Thanks!