Tag: north ayrshire

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.

Knox Lamp s

#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.

#northayrshire poem about the river Garnock #scotland #kilbirnie

River Garnock

Turn ye, turn ye hands of time
Like a clock about to chime
Running through a hundred towns
Claiming lives and rings and crowns

Giving life to work and mills
With your spout deep in the hills
Jacob´s Well I could not find
My elders left no trace, no sign

Then in rage you burst your banks
People curse you, none give thanks
Wounded like an open knife
Knox´s Mill you still give life