The Bottom Cross.

Botton Cross WM.

Bottom Cross
Written for Historic Hamilton
By Kit Duddy.

It’s amazing how some places feature high in your life, your memories keep returning be they bad or be they nice.

The Bottom Cross in Hamilton always had my mind, if you were ever looking for someone it’s one place you must have mined.

Let’s check out the area from my mind to see what still lingers, just how easy that would be when I don’t need to lift a finger.

Back in my school days would be my first journey there, trying to get those Latin verbs out from
In my hair. St. John’s I found was murder, I had to have an out that’s
when I found what Burtons was all about.

No not the corner windows it was just up the stair, the snooker hall or billiards to marvel at the flair. The guys up there were brilliant better than me or you, some of them so magic they had their
own cue.

Across the road was Equi’s a tally cafe there the patter was fantastic,
an the cokes were priced fair. Four Picture houses round the streets and you always were able to get a seat.

Sometimes the balcony was the thing you sat up there and we could fling nuts at all the courting couples just as the guys moved in for a cuddle?

Later on and looking for style I’d shop in Harrison’s for a while, my first made to measure suit and a pair of winkle picker boots.

The latter was an awful pair my face and nose ended up sair, jumped on a moving SMT bus
my shoes they weren’t very fussed. The pointed toe on the platform bent but my body to the floor was sent, my face and nose was quite a mess while the toe into the laces was pressed.

My first job was a butcher boy in Millers shop there was a real joy, away from Doc Gilmour’s golden rules meant that I could play the fool. Every single
Friday night a game of snooker or a bit of a fight, then the Troc to have a dance get a lumber if you
had a chance

The Bottom Cross where every thing started, lovers met or they just parted. Guys hung out or the Cops moved them on we were all youngsters but now our youth is gone.
My memories linger at
Burton’s door and I would love to be there with friends once more.

3 thoughts on “The Bottom Cross.”

  1. Loved this. It brought back great memories . I was a teenager in the 60s and hung about there for years. It’s funny how the Top Cross didn’t hold the same attraction.

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    1. Yes we had great times then Helen, where we used to meet our boyfriends, or friends😀 stand in the queue for the 63 bus after the Troc, or as we got older, a pub crawl😍😍😍

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