Photos from Bute Pride 2019
Month: July 2019
History of the County of Ayr : with a genealogical account of the families of Ayrshire
This book has a lot of detailed information about the Auld Kirk in Kilbirnie, River Garnock, Place, Fairs, as well as the history of prominent families and findings of the area,. Barclays, Crawfurds, Cunninghame, etc History of the kirk etc including names of early people serving there.
This book has also very detailed sections about Parishes: Dundonald, Dunlop, Fenwick, Galston, Girvan, Irvine, Kilbirnie, West Kilbride, Kilmarnock, Kilmaurs, Kilwinning, Kirkmichael, Kirkoswald, Largs, Loudoun, Mauchline, Maybole, Monktoun, Muirkirk, Ochiltree, Riccarton, St Quivox, Sorn, Stair, Stevenston, Stewarton, Straiton, Symington, Torbolton.
Appendix.
Rothesay War Memorial Poem
1.
Amid a scene in perfect green where travellers stop to rest.
Stands an angel looming down upon the corner’s breast.
Sacred rights and names forlorn she guards lest we forget.
2.
Yet somewhere upon another shore by boats and crashing waves.
Another Rothesay these men meet instead of ending days.
And in the splendid sunshine comes a group to lay a wreath, yet what memories do we have for children to bequeath?
3.
Of death and war upon the pit? Amidst the battle cries? Or angels pointing upward when we lay down our sighs.
Away from death and pity trips with fake smiles and flowers sad.
And turn to love the neighbour who needs a word so glad.
If a shadow of this place comes rolling by your mind, it serves as a reminder to give and love sublime.
The Waiting Hour – A Sunset in Paisley
Oh the joy of the waiting hour at sunset, upon the White Cart as she shines her yellow light to say goodnight
Another moon comes and shines on the same river, like two old men, never to meet.
The hours pass and the children play and scream, while the ghosts of the Abbey chants of the night still heard, yet unheard.
The Town Hall clock lends its eyes and chimes the 9th hour,
The young men stumble home from the pub and the old men light up their cigarettes for their walk home.
faded memories of Victorians in shaded statues, casting long shadows and tales.
Laus Deo – it is done, and higher we are lifted.
Poem for Arran and the Holy Isle
Oh draw near, Great Love Divine, and sooth my waiting mind.
Whiting Bay and Holy Isle, surely all are thine, within my heart appears the long forgotten saints.
Passing holy hours, like a tired monk I wait to find you in the maze of liturgies and pathways.
My naked head does burn, like earthly passions turn, to a higher calling, to vistas set eternal.
With a yearning voice so strong, I turn to what I long, to find my peace in thee.
May the mountains of the isles teach me humility of heart, to see beyond the peaks of shortcomngs to higher views of Love.
The sweeping vistas of Love, higher than the highest peak, swirling winds appear.
The joy of meeting departed ones, to commune again on the shores of thine Isles, I wait, I come.