Tag: Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire
#kilbirnie Gospel Hall #NorthAyrshire #photography #brethrenassembly
#kilbirnie First Car 1904 #northayrshire #scotland
Women at war 1944 #northayrshire #glengarnock
As more men went to war, women were often employed to do the jobs which were left.
Kilbirnie And Glengarnock female bricklayers 1944.
#Kilbirnie Montgomery Street 1920s #northayrshire
RW Knox Lamp #northayrshire #kilbirnie
Does anyone else remember this lamp? The last time I saw it was in the stables museum (the small museum which was at one point beneath the walker Hall) and the lamp had been removed from a bridge in the town.
I´m sure I have a recollection of this so it must have been there back in the 70s.
The houses behind give a clue but I can´t quite place it.
#kilbirnie Bridgend School 1913 #photography #northayrshire #scotland
Known as “Ballantyne’s school” because of the headmaster, pictured here.
The funeral of Robert William Knox schoolwynd #northayrshire
The funeral of Robert William Knox of Schoolwynd (Moorpark House)
#northayrshire #kilbirnie : How the Longbar got it’s name #beith
I was trying to explain to a friend about the “Longbar” (And how rough it used to be) when he asked me where the name came from.
It was built on top of another earlier group of houses known as “the Lambert”. Over time and with the number of folk moving in, it then became known as the Lamber, then langbar and someone clearly thought this was a bit colloquial so they finally corrected Lang to Long and it became “Longbar”.
#northayrshire poem for #glengarnock station #scotland
One thought I had of you today
As people crowded by
Of sending soldiers on there way
Till 1945
Mothers kissed and lover’s words
Then anxious notes you passed
Bringing news of hero’s deaths
Or home bound boys at last
Pavements wet with women’s tears
For boys, to welcome home
While others sat in darkened rooms
Both silent and alone
Then later in your ageing years
Cemented floors did bloom
With flowers, lovely colours bright
While mighty engines boomed
Then darkness came with Beeching’s words
Your branches they were slain
For all your older dearest friends
Were killed for London’s gain
Now you stand with empty home
No soldiers pass your way
A house lies derelict above
Where once a guardsman stayed
You carried folk to far off lands
To meet their boats and planes
Babies laughing, children coughed
Sheltering from smoggy rains
There’s few stand now in early morn
Upon your tired brow
Yet ne’r can match those wartime scenes
Of hundreds, cheering crowds.