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Folklore and Mental Health in the Scottish Highlands
This is another document I wrote as part of my University course – it is called:
Away with the Fairies: Folklore and Mental Health in the Scottish Highlands
Reminiscing
I always found it strange that my family hated reminiscing.
They were so busy obsessing about survival that there wasn’t a lot of time for sentimentality. Perhaps it was too painful or maybe they had some awareness it could make people sad. I think this was common in Industrial communities.
Only when they were drunk could they relax enough to look back. Even then it was without photos or keepsakes. They rather preferred stories or maybe I should describe them as glimpses into the past.
It meant that I couldn’t get full pictures about what characters were really like. Only occasional stories.
Whatever the reason, academic storytelling was seen as a weakness possibly because it made something of the past which for them was just everyday life. I can understand that. They were hard days
Whatever the reason, it was absolutely horrific living in such a controlled environment.
The Bing, Fudstone, Kilbirnie (a poem)
I couldn’t resist publishing this again, it’s my poem about the “Bing” which was a huge amount of debris that sat as a mound at the corner or Place View and Newhouse Drive, Kilbirnie before it was converted into a small playpark for kids around 1983 or 1984.
In Scottish terminology, a “Bing” refers to a large pile or heap of waste material, especially the waste rock and debris piled up in the process of mining, such as coal mining. These Bings are remnants of the industrial era, particularly in Scotland’s coal mining regions, where they were created from the spoil that was brought to the surface during the mining process. Over time, some of these Bings have become landmarks or have been reclaimed for various uses, while others still dominate parts of the Scottish landscape.
Continue reading “The Bing, Fudstone, Kilbirnie (a poem)”Glengarnock School

This is Glengarnock School before it was demolished in the 1990s.
#Kilbirnie First Parish Priest 1864 Death Certificate #northayrshire
St Brigids Church History 1862-1962
Audio Book:
please click here for the document (PDF)
Final page uploaded with Priest’s names seperately here
This 27 page document produced in 1962 looks at Catholicism on the west coast of Scotland and details how the Church in Kilbirnie came to be opened in 1862. It contains a photo of the first priest ( I already posted his death certificate on this blog) as well as the surnames of all of the first Catholic families to worship in the Church which is very good for genealogy researchers. It gives a rare glimpse of Catholic life on the west coast of Scotland and also talks about the opening of the school as well as other Churches in the area.
“Willie Mackie´s Homecoming” #kilbirnie #northayrshire #scotland
Willie Mackie left Kilbirnie Scotland to emigrate to the USA as many people did before him, in search of a better life. As the title suggests, this was his homecoming celebration in Kilbirnie Gospel Hall Brethren Assembly.
This photo would be from the 1930s. I’m not sure if he returned to the USA at a later date or settled in Kilbirnie again.
Calling Freedom – A Poem for Scottish Independence
Notice how strongly the fire begins to burn, fed by the air of Freedom
Who has ever fought against our Freedom and won?
See how it burns away bad opinions, and the water of our burns flood
For our betterment, our blood and our places, the water rises.
See the fire and water rise
Hear the winds of our mountains roar
See how they come to take their own, calling for us to stay faithful
Do not stem the water or extinguish the fire
Leave our land’s trees and its streams and it´s fires
To call Freedom, the voice carried in the wind
The courageous gun and sword laid down before our enemies
Shining and moving in museums of a time long ago
Quaking and shaking of cannons in castles
Water and fire is what defends us now, ancestral whispers, Fed by Freedom´s breath of air
See the fire and water rise
Hear the winds of our mountains roar
See how they come, to take their own, calling for us to stay faithful
Do not stem the water or extinguish the fire
Let our land’s trees and its streams and it´s fires, be,
To call Freedom, the voice carried in the wind
Scotland and the UK: Slavery Street Names
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