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Nae Streets in Drumchapel - Glasgow Life

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When I was younger<br />

When I moved to <strong>Drumchapel</strong> <strong>in</strong> 1955 the first th<strong>in</strong>g I noticed<br />

was wide-open spaces, it was like be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the country after<br />

leav<strong>in</strong>g a s<strong>in</strong>gle-end <strong>in</strong> Partick.<br />

I fell <strong>in</strong> love with it from day one. I lived at 132 Drummore<br />

Road. We had a great big field and The Bluebell Wood just<br />

fac<strong>in</strong>g us.<br />

One of our great pastimes was play<strong>in</strong>g shops <strong>in</strong> the field. We<br />

used to get flowers, old t<strong>in</strong> cans, empty packets of food and<br />

anyth<strong>in</strong>g else we could f<strong>in</strong>d. We'd wrap them <strong>in</strong> newspaper and<br />

sell them to our friends. Of course we didn't use real money we<br />

used stones and the shop that took <strong>in</strong> the most stones were the<br />

w<strong>in</strong>ners.<br />

A summer favourite was hav<strong>in</strong>g a concert <strong>in</strong> the back, we would<br />

rehearse for weeks. Some would, s<strong>in</strong>g some dance, some would<br />

say a poem, and the adults would come and watch us. We charged<br />

3d to get <strong>in</strong> which <strong>in</strong>cluded refreshments a glass of dilut<strong>in</strong>g<br />

orange and the money was sent to charity, well what was left of<br />

it.<br />

In the wet weather we played up the closes, the<br />

neighbours didn’t m<strong>in</strong>d when we played nice with our dolls and<br />

prams but that when that got bor<strong>in</strong>g the balls would come out<br />

and we would play aga<strong>in</strong>st the walls and s<strong>in</strong>g all the wee rhymes<br />

until Mrs Smith would come out shout<strong>in</strong>g<br />

“My man’s on night shift, go and play <strong>in</strong> your own close" and that<br />

was the end of that, back out to play <strong>in</strong> the ra<strong>in</strong>.<br />

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