1) Dear Mr Adams,
It's great to browse through your vastly updated website.
Over the past year I had been scouring the web for information on the old church on the corner of Crownpoint Road and Brook Street and finally got some information on it from Wull in the Glesga Pals site who had probably got it from yours. My mother always referred to it as the English Church where during the war all the local women went to a dance there on a Friday night.
I grew up in Silvergrove Street during WW2 but spent a lot of time as a wee boy up in Rogart Street where my granny lived (facing the old Rowat's Sauce and Pickle factory and I can still remember the great aroma to this day) and I'm sure there was a little graveyard down on Rogart Street that stretched up to Christ Church. Would that be correct?
Thanks for a great website.
2) Hello again Gordon
A few weeks ago in fact I did come across a girl with family name Rowat who was related to the Pickle people and Rowats was absorbed into a larger company but she didn't know when.
Another well known (at that time 40 / 50's) landmark in the area and right behind my Granny's house was Lattimers horse and cart yard and the mixture of smells from there, the Milanda and Macaulay's bakeries and Rowat's was a feast for the olfactory senses (and what kids miss today!) My grandchildren out here will never experience such vibrant life as existed where industry was right in among the people. Next to Rowat's was 'The dwellings' a sort of dilapidated tenement like something out of a Dickensian novel.
The families I remember who lived in my Granny's building were the Peebles, Aitken and Winter (my maternal side).
A person like yourself with an interest in history may be interested in a bit of etymology I recall from those days.
The floor of my Granny's house was alive at night with big black beetles which they called 'cloks' and suspected of coming in from Lattimer's. (They fairly crackled under your feet if you stood on them!!! ). I read somewhere that the same word is used only in Yorkshire.
The other word was 'redd' as in 'to redd up the house' or 'redd out the fireplace', meaning to tidy it. Again, I read that his word was used in East Anglia and often wonder if maybe Calton weavers took it down there or maybe vice versa.
People like yourself are doing a marvellous job in keeping old memories alive no matter how sad or nostalgic they are. They're part of our very flesh and bones.