The Hamilton Municipal Golf Club. This picture was taken in 1938 and to try to show you exactly where this was taken, it would be roughly where these two pictures are.
Who can remember the old map of Hamilton that was situated at the top of the precinct?
This picture was taken in 1980 and the map box had the words ‘Hamilton Town Guide’ written on it. It also had little buttons at the bottom of the glass plate that lit up lights to show where places were.
Today the map box and also the Duke Street bridge are all gone and the open air precinct is now got a roof over it.
On the 26th of January 1946, Mr Thomas Whitehouse, who was the local grocer at Eddlewood Toll, had just come back to his house after a long day’s work and he was sitting in his lounge with his daughter Christina when he heard a knock at the door. It was around 8:00 pm at his house number 2 Fairhill Place in Meikle Earnock and thinking it was the shoemaker he sent his daughter to fetch the money to pay for the shoes and when he answered the front door he saw two young men with handkerchiefs over their faces.
Thomas at first thought it was a prank until the two men pushed their way into his hallway and at this point, he saw one of them with a gun in his hand. The one with the gun said, “your money” and started to wave the revolver around and Mr Whitehouse told them that there was no money in the house and immediately opened his kitchen door to find something to protect himself with, but couldn’t find anything, and at this point the other man said, “let him have it”.
Trying to defend himself, Thomas grabbed the throat of the man with the gun and the man fought back, but Thomas – even though he was 73 years old, managed to push the young lad back into the hall. It was at this point his daughter saw what was happening and she ran up and closed the door.
When they opened the door a few seconds later they saw the two men run off with another two who were hiding in the bushes in his garden. Mr Whitehouse did indeed have money in his house, he had £80 sitting on his sideboard in the Livingroom so he felt relieved that this wasn’t stolen. The CID were quickly on the scene after the hold-up and several men were detained.
4 MEN ON PETITION
At the J.P. Court, a few days later, four young miners were on trial for the hold-up, they were Charles Hassan Jr, of 2 Irvine Terrace in Eddlewood, Terance Murphy of 45 Strathaven Road, Eddlewood, Thomas McCrum of 16 Eddlewood Rows & John Thompson 26 Austine Street, Cadzow.
They were all accused of attempted robbery and assault to Mr Whitehouse and his daughter Christina and were remanded in custody and later remitted to the High Court.
Christina Whitehouse was the wife of William Wallace, who was a well-known garage proprietor in Hamilton.
Six years later Thomas died at his home on the 3rd of September 1952, he died of cardio vascular disease and his son in law William Wallace was the person who registered his death. Thomas was the son of Thomas Whitehouse & Christina Ballantyne.
It’s 1977 and the late Sir Rodger Moore is taking a well-deserved break from filming The Spy who loved me. What else is there to do but catch up on all the latest gossip that’s been happening in Hamilton.
I would like to think that Sir Rodger Moore was a weekly reader of The Hamilton Advertiser, however, it would more likely have been one of the workers on the set that lived in or around Hamilton who bought the Advertiser.
Great picture none the less and a big thank you to Paul Veverka for sending this picture to Historic Hamilton.
Ha.Ha.Said The Clown,,
By Hugh Hainey.
Maw, maw, kin ye press them claiths a put oot, jist whin ye git the chance,
Me and my pal ur jist gawn intae ma room tae practice oor new wee dance,
Is ma hair awerite, hiv ye gote a brush? Dae ye think these ur no awfy tight,
Thirs a brush ower there, calm doon thirs nae rush,, naw they look jist right,,
Ok, right leg oot, n ‘ swing it tae the left, noo ye twist it, then ye bring it back,,
Noo a hope ye git it right this time, cause see last week ye wur far too slack,,
Ok, right i’ll play that record fae that “Manfred Man” Ha Ha Said The Clown”
Naw , naw ! no like that, up n’ back, “awe” look yiv pulled ma curtains down,,
Right thats us awe ready tae go tae the “Troc” n’ wir gonnae hiv loads of fun,,
Awe look the baith of ye look smashin, good night, be good, enjoy yisels son,,
“Whit” did ye think thit it wis two “lassies,” talkin’ jist because of the bit crack,,
Naw that wis a true wee story aboot me’ teachin’ ma pal tae dance “Willie Mac”
Well dae think awe you wimmin wur the only wans thit dressed up fur the night,,
Ye see us guys hid tae be jist as fussy” it wis important fur us tae look jist right,,
Even awe them years ago a jist knew thit Willie, a great future he hid “cummin”
A didnae know aboot him being able tae sing,, bit his feet wur always “Hummin”
A went oan that ‘Faceache’ last year, well a recognised him straight aff the bat,,
The only difference noo is thit he’s a Country singer n’wears a big Cowboy Hat,
He wis anither wee Hamilton guy, n’ great” jist like awe the ithers thit ave knew
A still like pop music, n’ country, maybe he’ll sing aboot “A BOY NAMED HUGH”
WRESTLING IN THE TOON HALL
By David Cairns.
Loved Saturdays as a kid..getting a wee lie-in..then playing oot all day, or if the weather was shite, taking yer pick of Grandstand or World of Sport tae watch endless weird sports…like Speedway and stock car racing with Dickie Davis’ ITV or Football Focus then swimming or something on BBC with Frank Bough….
Roonaboot 1977 Kent Walton wis daen his usual Saturday with the Wrestling on ITV, fae Bolton Town Hall..or Doncaster..or somewhere…and this big bearded Canadian with an ‘off-the-shoulder’ leotard is introduced to the crowd for his first fight in Britain…unusually, he took the mic’ before hand, and starts a wee speech about how nice it wis tae be in Britain…he said that his father had fought over here during the war…then he said..
“.. and my father said…he’d never fought with a bigger bunch of yella-bellies in all his days!!”… Jeezo !..there was a stooshie got up.
I didnae know what a ‘yella-belly’ was. Turned oot, he was branding Britain a nation of cowards …I was 12 years old..and I wisnae huvin’ it !…and that had me hooked for the next two years…The Mighty John Quinn was the anti-hero to end all anti-heroes that year.. he fought them all..goodies…fellow baddies like Pat Roach..and it culminated with Big Daddy geein’ him a dooin’ on F.A. Cup-final day !!..
When I started first year at the Grammar, another lad in my class, Jim Broon, was also a ‘grapple-fan’…and me and Jim decided that we should go doon tae Hamilton Toon Hall and see the wresting. We saw those yellow wrestling posters that looked like they were advertising ‘ A Night at The Palladium’ when we went doon the toon at lunchtime…pictures of The Mighty Chang, Kendo Nagasaki, Kung-Fu…..and Andy Robin ???…top of the bill ??..never heard of him…but we were goin’ anyway..
It always seemed to be a wet walk on a Wednesday night tae the toon hall…the chilly rain sneaking doon yer neck through the stitching in yer cagoule. I walked doon fae Meiky, met Jim in Fairhill, walked past the Grammar, then doon Auchingramont Road, past Sands, then bumped intae the crowds coming fae every direction..fae the toon centre, up fae the auld toon, doon fae Whitehill…you’d see a right old mix of folk..folk fae Motherwell, Wishaw, ..even Glesga…Jeezo..big stuff…
The mair times ye went, the mair ye realised the wrestlers did everything themselves…they even manned the door and took your entry fee..in my day it was aboot 50p or a quid..cannae quite mind….inside…is was like waiting tae put ten bob in the electric meter..just waiting for it tae switch on and come alive..everybody was steaming…aye…steam coming aff them fae the rain…mixing wi’ fag smoke…and the ring was bright and ready…just waiting for the lights tae go doon…
Andy Robin was the local favourite…he passed me by a bit I have to say..nae much of a gimmick..just light blue trunks…but he had a big fucking bear tae…and I don’t mean his wife Maggie..a real bear called ‘Hercules’..and every time Andy fought ( and won)..he’d announce that the next time he was coming, he would bring the bear…and every ‘next-time’…the Cooncil put a ‘health & safety’ kibosh on it…promises, promises !
Me and Jim were dead excited wan time, doon the toon at lunch time, next tae Greggs, there wis a poster for the wrestling..and Andy Robin was fighting ‘The Mighty Haystacks’…couldnae believe it..I mean…Giant Haystacks…fae the telly…in the Toon Hall..mibbees the cameras will be there..mibbees it will be Kent Walton and ITV ? The poster also said they would be ‘fighting…TO THE DEATH!!”…AYE !..it said to the death…they were going tae remove the corner rope pads…exposing the rope hooks…Jeezo !..surely no’ ?
On the actual night, there was a bigger crowd than usual…mair buzz.. mair frenzy…That night was different, it wisnae raining for a start and ootside the toon hall, there wis folk fae even further afield…I saw a snazzy dressed coloured, baldy guy with a beige three piece suit….” Excowse me mace…wheres de nearest poob” he asked..we pointed him to the Silver Tassie or somewhere…it all added to the flavour…I mean…folk fae Birmingham…mental !!
I smelt my first wrestling ‘rat’…there was a guy on the door that night who was a wee fat Lemmy out of Motorhead type..but he also looked like ???…surely no’ !!
Second Wrestling rat !..introduced by the M.C. as “..all the way from Jamaica…Ian ‘Woody’ Wood !”…and there was the exotic coloured fella fae ootside..minus the beige suit… but with three or four pints of Silver Tassie lager in his wee pot belly swooshing aboot…Jamaica ma arse !!.
Anyway !..he was jist the support act…the M.C. was announcing the Haystacks-Robins fight…Jeezo !…this was going to be mental…tae the death tae !… ” Ladiesanjenelmen !!..THE…MIGHTY…HAY…STACKS!!!….an’ oot walks this cross between Lemmy and Ronnie Corbett…I mean..I might have been 13 or 14..but I wisnae born yesterday…but they removed the post-pads..Andy and ‘The toaty haystack’ flung themselves aboot…naebody died..the bear never came…and wrestlin’ fizzled oot for me..Saturday telly wis noo aboot Daisy Duke on the ‘Dukes of Hazzard’..and she was a real ‘knock-out’ !..great memories though..great atmosphere…who wis the wummin at the front throwin’ her shoes at the wrestlers ?… anybody else go ?
POEMS N’ PEARLS,,
The poem below was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.
Is it a poem yir lookin fur? Look no further than this site, the poetry is class,,,
Thank god fur Wilma Bolton, Kit Frank Duddy, and of course Elizabeth Glass,,
Well am back so yir stuck wae ma wee rantins’ bit, jist awe of the funny kind,,
A only tell of ma wee memories, “and youres” a hope, bit it’s no a poem mind,,
A kin remember the guys wore suits n’ ties, n’ granda shirts wae plasic collars,
It wis realy magical back then gawn tae ‘Troc’ we awe looked a million dollars,,
Then it wis “Twiggy” style fur the lassies, skirts like a belt, naw! don’t ye snigger,,
Cause a know first hawn aboot the “socks n’ tissue” used tae make things bigger,
Then awe the fashion moved oan it a rapid pace, we wur awe in oor middle teens,
I’ll bet ye a poun tae a penny, thit all of ye sat in the bath tryin tae shrink yir jeans,,
Awe the lassies fashion wis amazin’ bit changed, skirts doon’ in came the middies,
Only now thir wis somethin’ different “the wonder bra” transformed yir ‘cleavage”
See am no that auld thit a cannae remember’ thit we awe dressed with a passion,
Every wan of the lads n’ lassies there, wur awe “dedicated followers of fashion”
Tae this day it’s still awe designer,,bit ma advice is tae ye jist wear whit ye may,
I’ll tell ye boy” yil never beat ” the style thit “Hamiltonians” wore back in the day,,
( they seek him here, they seek him there, )