JOHN McAULAY 1903 – 1946.

JOHN McAULAY 1903 – 1946.

Written by Garry L McCallum – Historic Hamilton.

Mharie Hughes contacted us as she was looking for information on her grandfather. Mharie wrote:

“Hi loving the site …. old pictures are great! Our family are looking for information/pictures of our late grandfather, sadly he passed away many years ago but none of our family have ever seen a photo of him.

My dad died 1981 and he himself never seen any pictures of his dad! Would you oblige us by asking your members if anybody has any memories or photos of our papa, he was named John McAulay known also as PEACHY was married to MAGGIE CALLISON we know that their family home was 1 LIVINGSTON STREET BURNBANK, tragically he was killed (as the story goes) in Burnbank 1947 near the “cross”

We would all be delighted if we received any response as we have been trying ourselves without any luck.

Thanks, in Advance
Mhairi Hughes (nee McAulay)”

Mhairi, I did some research on your grandfather and unfortunately, I couldn’t track down a picture of him. I did find his obituary in the Hamilton Advertiser from 1946. Your grandfather John died on the 7th March 1946, at 6:10 am at the Glasgow Royal Infirmary and as you stated, he was married to Margaret Callison.

Your grandfather’s occupation was a Colliery Brusher (The Job of a brusher was quite a dangerous job and it involved working with dynamite to widen roads and make more space for the coal miners to work) there also seems to be some conflicting information on his occupation, as in the newspaper article from the Hamilton Advertiser it states that his occupation was an aero engine fitter, perhaps he was a colliery brusher before working as an engine fitter.

When John died, his address was indeed 1 Livingstone Street and tragically he was knocked down by a double-decker bus at Burnbank Cross. Burnbank Cross today is roughly where the old Clydesdale Bank building – now a betting shop is. The cause of John’s death was a fractured skull and laceration to the brain – it seems that he sustained a serious head injury caused by the accident. Immediately after the accident, he was taken to the Police Office in Burnbank where a doctor was sent for and it was then clear that he had to be moved to the Glasgow Royal Infirmary.

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Your grandfather’s brother, A McAulay of 53 Kerr Crescent in Hamilton was the person who registered your grandfather’s death. If anyone does indeed have a picture of John McAulay or any memories, then please can you share it with us.

John’s parents (your Great Grandparents) were Andrew McAulay who was a coal miner and Catherine Cooper. By 1946 your Great Grandfather Andrew had passed away and your Great Grandmother was still alive. It appears that Catherine remarried after your Great, Grandfather passed away as her new maiden name on her son’s death cert was Frasier. I found that she re-married a man named William Frasier a year later, on the 23rd of December 1910.

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I wanted to look further into your family tree, as I was curious about the family names, as I also have McAulay’s in my family, so I obtained a copy of your grandparent’s marriage certificate and they were married by Rev Falconer on the 31st of August 1923 at the United free church in Burbank. I see by 1923 your great-grandfather had died before your grandfather was married, so he must have died young. Your grandmother’s parents (your great grandparents on your gran’s side) were called Richard Callison who worked as an underground fireman and Mary Summers. When your grandparents were married, your grandfather John was living at 12 Wylie Street and your grandmother Maggie was living at 23 Holyrood Street. Maggie at the time was working as a cloth factory worker and your grandfather was working as a coal miner. You also thought your grandfather had a brother called Thomas, but you weren’t sure so I can confirm that he did as he was the best man at the wedding. The bridesmaid was your grandmother’s sister Mary Callison – I thought that this added a nice little touch to the wedding and they must have been quite a close family on both sides.

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When I tracked down your great grandfather’s death certificate I found that he sadly died on the 27th of December 1909 at 20 Lamb Street. He was only 31 years old and your grandfather John was only 3 years old. Your great grandfather died of Pulmonary Tuberculosis.

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I have now linked your family into my family tree, I found that we have a family connection through your Great Grandfather Andrew, he was my 1st cousin 3 times removed and he was the son of John McAulay and Agnes Adams and they were a family from Hamilton. John McAulay who was your 2 times Great Grandfather was born at Sea! On the census returns he is recorded as a British Subject Born at Sea and I have this information from the 1881, 1891 and 1901 Censuses. I haven’t fully researched this side of my family for many years, so I intend to research them again over the coming weeks.

What I can tell you is that your Great, Great, Great Grandparents were called John Adams and Jean Pettigrew. The family of Adams and Pettigrew have been a long-established family who have been living in Hamilton for hundreds of years and still to this day, their descendants of this family line still live in the town. John and Jean were our 3 times Great Grandparents so that will make us 4th Cousins. Pleased to meet you.

Your 3 times Grandfather John Adams was born in the year 1829 in Hamilton and he was one of the many Chimney Sweepers in the town and was married twice, first to a lady called Margaret Doyle who died young and they had 1 child called James, he then married Jean and they had ten children, (Not much to do down in the Auld Toon in the mid-1800s) they lived in a couple of different houses in Church Street and John died on the 1st November 1884 at his house at 21 Church Street, he was 57 years old and he also died of T.B. Your Great, Great, Grandmother was Jean Pettigrew, she was born on the 21st June 1835 at the same house, 21 Church Street. Jean Pettigrew lived at Church Street all her life and she died on the 18th of November 1874 and her cause of death was recorded as Excessive Drinking so she clearly was an alcoholic.

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Moving on to our 4 X Great-grandparents and on the Adams family line they were Thomas Adams who was also a Chimney Sweep and Annie Condie. Thomas was born in Hamilton around the year 1804 and Annie Condie was also born in Hamilton around the year 1800 and Anne died between 1829 and 1834, I have not managed to track down her death certificate. Thomas and Annie Condie had at least two children between them who were John and Jean. After Annie’s death, Thomas remarried a lady called Jean Rankine who was from New Monklands and they lived at Grammar School Square where they had at least two daughters Grace and Helen. Thomas Adams (our 4th x great grandfather) died on the 7th of January 1860 at his home in Grammar School Square and his cause of death was Cardiac Decay, possibly from all the soot that he would have breathed in from all the chimneys that he swept.

Moving across to our 4 times Great Grandparents on the Pettigrew side, they were called John Pettigrew and Agnes Hodge, both yet again were born in Hamilton, they lived there all their lives and died there. John was a cotton weaver and they lived at Back Row for a time and he died on the 17th of December 1876 at his house in 14 Young Street, the cause of his death was a disease of the stomach. Agnes Hodge later worked as a Washer Woman and lived until the grand age of 91 where she died at 19 Leechlee Street, the cause of death was T.B. Together they had nine children between them.

Luckily for us, I have continued to trace our family back down a few more generations and I will try not to confuse you with all these names, but Genealogy does take time to get used to and I hope that I have explained myself as best as I can for you.

I will stay on the Pettigrew line and our 5 times Great Grandparents were called William Pettigrew and Christine Baillie. William Pettigrew was born on the 30th of May 1766 in Shotts and he was a Weaving Agent and wife Christine Baillie was born around the year 1785, I don’t have a place of birth for her. They at some point around the year 1807 moved to Hamilton and this is where this family line first set down their roots in the town. Our 6 times Great Grandparents in the Pettigrew line were called Thomas Pettigrew and Agnes Russell and they were born in Shotts and died there. Thomas was born around the year 1740 and Agnes was born around the year 1745. I don’t have any years of death for our ancestors, but I can tell you that they had five children between them. I am proud that I have traced this family line going back to 1740, this is 277 years of our family’s history that I have managed to trace.

I have added a screenshot of our family tree to try to put a visualisation together for you on what our family looks like. Please see the Family Tree below. You will also notice on the McAulay line the spelling is spelt as McAuley, this is due to early records of the name that I have transcribed.

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Mharie I wish that I could have tracked down a picture of your Grandfather John and maybe there is a picture of him out there somewhere but I hope that I have given you a nice little insight of your Ancestry and where your roots come from.

If you do manage to come across a picture of your grandfather then please share with all at Historic Hamilton.

THE SPLENDID HOTEL

Jim Bradley

Cheers Lads!

In the picture, we have two old pals Jim Holland & Jim Bradley having a drink at the Splendid Hotel.

They were at the Small Faces Gig which had taken place at the Splendid in 1966.

Did you attend this Gig? If you did let us know!

Picture courtesy of Jim Bradley’s son Nick & his daughter in law, Kimberly Bradley.

RIVET-MAKER AND THE ” DOLE.”

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On Saturday the 15th of April 1922 a charge of defrauding the Labour Exchange was preferred against James Todd, a rivet-maker, residing Greenfield Rows, Hamilton.
 
The Fiscal explained that the offence here was that the accused had concealed from the authorities at the Labour Exchange the fact that for two days had been working in the rivet works.
 
Accused James Todd told the Judge “I was under the belief that could work and make 20s a week without interfering with my right to the dole.”
 
Sheriff Stodart told Todd, I see no reason of a sentence £3, or twenty days’ imprisonment.
 
It is unknown to me what option James Todd had taken.
 
I wonder if this kind of punishment would deter able-working people from signing on in modern day Hamilton!

15 YEARS MARRIED TODAY.

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15 YEARS MARRIED TODAY.

Today is my wedding anniversary!

I would like to wish my beautiful wife Emma, a happy anniversary and here is to the next fifteen years!

My wife and I met at the Hamilton Palace in August 1999 and we got married in a small church at Dolphinton at the edge of the Scottish Borders in 2002.

We had our wedding reception at the Tinto Hotel in Symington and had our honeymoon in Cancun Mexico. We have got three boys Daniel, Ryan and Caiden. Fifteen years married and our wedding day still feels like yesterday.

Do you share your wedding anniversary with us? If you do, then send us your wedding picture and we will post it on Historic Hamilton for all to see.

THE LAST MILK RUN BY HORSE & CART IN HAMILTON.

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THE LAST MILK RUN BY HORSE & CART IN HAMILTON.
This picture tells a story of long tradition that has sadly gone. In the 1960s and for generations before the people in the picture, deliveries were done by Horse & Cart.
 
Before the days of the milk van, you wouldn’t look twice at a horse walking up your street. This picture was taken because it was the very last day of the milk being delivered by horse and cart, and it was this very picture that appeared in the Hamilton Advertiser. The exact date is unknown; however, it is believed to be sometime in the early 1960s. The young man feeding the horse is Tom Little and the woman leaning against the fence is Tom’s mum Jeannie Little.
 
The snapshot was taken outside the house of Tom Little at 17 Linden Lea and it was sent to us by Jane Little, who is Tom’s daughter. Jane told us:
 
“My dad is feeding the horse a treat, while my gran looks on. He didn’t work for the dairy. The dairyman is behind my dad, unfortunately out of sight. This interaction was also filmed and included in a film about “Old Hamilton” that I remember going to see with my mum and gran at the Hamilton Library sometime in the mid- to late-1970s. One of my dad’s younger brothers also appeared in that clip, running from the house to the pavement when the horse pulled up. I don’t have an exact date for the picture, but dad was born in 1947 so I’m thinking this was probably sometime between 1960 and 1963, based on how old he looks. My grandparents were Bill and Jeannie Little who lived at 17 Linden Lea.”
 
Bill & Jeannie raised 5 children, Tom was the oldest. Tom married Martha Courtney in 1965, and the family emigrated to Canada in 1980.
 
We would like to thank Jane for sharing her picture of her dad and the last milk delivery by Horse & Cart in Hamilton.

BURNBANK SWIFTS 1885-1962.

BURNBANK SWIFTS 1885-1962.

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Burnbank Athletic or Burnbank Swifts were a local football club based in Burnbank, who played primarily in the Scottish Junior football association competitions from 1885 until they went out of business in 1962.

They won the Scottish Junior on five occasions.  Formed in 1885 as Burnbank Swifts, the club were one of the most successful sides in the early years of the Junior game. They provided four of the team which played England in the first Scotland Junior international fixture in May 1889, with forward Jock Espie scoring the sides first ever goal.

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Back Row L-R. J Newall, B Gillies, J Allan, P Cuthbertson, Jackie Tait, W Summers.

Front Row L-R J Gracie, J Pollock, M Paton, J Mitchell, W McAdam.

Espie later enjoyed a career in England with Burnley and Manchester City while full-back Bob Foyers went on to play for Newcastle United and the Scotland senior side. Having won the Scottish Junior Cup twice in succession in 1888–89 and 1889–90, the club turned to Senior football and entered the 1890-91 Scottish Cup.

An 11–0 thrashing of United Abstainers Athletic was an auspicious debut and Burnbank eventually reached the fourth round before losing 1–0 to Royal Albert. The Swifts briefly joined the Scottish Football Federation for a season in 1891 before leaving to concentrate on cups and friendly matches then flirted again with league football in 1895, joining the Scottish Football Alliance but again, only for one season.

The club returned to Junior football in 1898 and changed their name to Burnbank Athletic in 1900. This immediately preceded their third Scottish Junior Cup victory in 1900–01 and Athletic went on to win the trophy twice more in 1910–11 and 1944–45. The club went out of business in 1962.

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Other former Burnbank players include Tommy Cairns, Bobby Shearer, Willie Telfer and Jimmy Watson who all went on to win full international caps for Scotland later in their careers.

More to come on the Burnbank Swifts.

HAMILTON POSTMAN’S VALOUR.

WON DISTINCTION AT HOOGE. FOREMOST AMONG THE BOMBS.

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There seems now little doubt that the highest honour and distinction in the service has been won by Private Archibald McKendrick, a member the Bomb-Throwing Company of the 1st Gordon Highlanders.

Prior to his enlistment. Private McKendrick was postman attached to the Burnbank staff the Hamilton Post Office. Mr A. Whitehouse, the postmaster at Burnbank, has been interesting himself to secure verification of the heroism of his letter-carrier, and the advices which are to hand appear to completely remove all uncertainty.

There has been a sheaf of letters from McKendrick’s companions in arms, all of which state that the coveted V.C has been won by “Archie,” as is familiarly termed. The most convincing communication of the lot is from Private John Watt, C Company, 12th Platoon, 1st Gordon Highlanders, to the postmaster at Burnbank.

Private Watt states that McKendrick is in the hospital, but now, happily, out of danger. This disposes of the rumour that Hamilton’s gallant postman had crossed the Bourne from which no traveller returns as the result his heroic act.

McKendrick, it would seem, distinguished himself on the night of July 19 at Hooge, near Ypres. Many of the 1st Gordons covered themselves with glory in this engagement, for Private Watt mentions the names of others who are deserving of recognition.

“The officer in command of the bomb throwing company was Lieut. T. Barrie Erskine, whose death has been officially announced. McKendriek was foremost among the bombers, and went gallantly forward, although suffering intense pain from a wound caused a bomb bursting in his hand.

There is nothing surer,” observes Pte. Watt in his letter, than that Archie McKendrick is marked out for the V.C. was in the van on that memorable night.

“Private McKendrick enlisted with the colours soon after the commencement of hostilities, and he left for France January 2. His father resides in the Bent district of Hamilton.

Aw the Best for 2017.

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I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for sending us your pictures, stories & poems over 2016. It has been great reading all of your comments and sharing your memories.

On behalf of myself, my wife Emma & my three boys, Daniel, Ryan and Caiden. We would like to wish you all a very happy new year when it comes.

Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book, why not help us write a good one!!!!!!

Garry
Historic Hamilton.

WAITING ON THE BELLS, 1940-1980’s

WAITING ON THE BELLS, 1940-1980’s
By Wilma S. Bolton.
 
The custom of saying goodbye to the year that is drawing to its end and the traditional celebrations to welcome the arrival of the New Year is inextricably embedded in the soul of the Scot. As the old year departs taking with it with all our hopes and dreams, some of which have come to fruition and others perhaps not so successful, the optimists among us will once again start the yearly cycle filled with the eternal certainty that this is the year when life will take a turn for the better. Every generation is different and I can’t help noticing that today many men reduce the stress and pressure of the festive frenzy on their wives by sharing the cooking and cleaning chores. This welcome change is perhaps due to the fact that many women work.
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The impending arrival of the New Year heaped more responsibilities on the shoulders of women, for until the modern world liberated us with labour saving devices such as Hoovers, washing machines and tumble dryers, women were slaves to cooking and cleaning. Fridges were almost unheard of. We lived in a prefab in Mill Road and it had a gas one which came with the house and we also had our own bathroom. Most tenement buildings had outside toilets which were shared with neighbours. Hogmanay was a frantically busy time and women worked their fingers to the bone preparing for the arrival of New Year. There were no supermarkets then and women baked and cooked for hours to feed their families over the festive season. Plum puddings would have been made a few days before, but soup and steak pies were made on Hogmanay. The smell of cooking and baking which permeated throughout the house for most of the day bore witness to their hard work.
 
Tradition dictated that both the inside and outside of the home had to be shining from top to bottom. Windows had to be cleaned, brass letterboxes were polished with Brasso until they shone and all ornaments were washed. Fitted carpets were still in the future and instead there was a large carpet square in the middle of the floor, the edge of which stopped about eighteen inches from the wall and between its edge and the skirting board there was linoleum to be dusted and polished. Smaller carpet runners had to be taken outside and beaten with a cane carpet beater until all the dust had been removed. All bed linen had to be changed and there had to be no dirty clothes or linen waiting to be washed and all the ironing had to be done and put away.
 
The cleaning of outside stairs was sacrosanct and not just any old cleaning. The stairs had first to be swept clean and then down on your knees you went with a metal pail (no plastic then) containing bleach and water and you scrubbed away with a hard bristle scrubbing brush. After every mark and piece of dirt had been removed by sheer brute force, the stairs were rinsed with clean water and then dried down with an old rag. There were no rubber gloves then either and a great many women suffered pain and itch from dermatitis due to the exposure their hands got to cleaning products; my mother among them.
 
Not a scrap of household rubbish was allowed to remain inside the home. It would either be burned on the coal fire or removed to the metal dustbin out the back. Vegetable peelings and scraps were deposited into the brock bin to be collected by Andrew Ballantyne who boiled them in a massive cauldron hanging inside the fireplace of the Leigh Bent farm which stood just across from the gates of the Bent Cemetery. As the brock boiled it smelled like soup and the pigs loved it.
 
THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK. As the dying embers of the old year were fast fading away, the door of the house would be opened to let the old year out “then locked not to be opened again until “after the bells.” My mother Peggy Russell would by this time have laid out two trays covered with her lovely hand-embroidered cloths. The first tray would hold my dad’s bottle of whisky, ginger cordial for my sister and myself and for my mother, the same bottle of Bertola Cream sherry would make its New Year guest appearance and she would half fill a sherry glass and toast the health and wealth of our small family and then back into the cupboard went the bottle for another twelve months. My mother was 29 when she married and she had quite a good bank book which her sister my aunt Ella Lang kept for her and my father never knew of its existence, although he was a good husband and father. She used to say “never tell your right haun whit your left haun is daein.” She used the money to keep the wolf from the door when the pits were out on strike. She was really good at managing money and we had a secure and happy home life.
The second tray paid tribute to Peggy’s excellent baking skills with her home made shortbread and slices of sultana and cherry cakes. My sister and I could barely conceal our excitement waiting for the “bells.” On the stroke of midnight my father Jimmy Russell would open the kitchen window to let in the New Year and then he would hold me up to the window whispering “can you hear it?” and away in the distance through the still night air, came the unmistakable sound of the pit horn at Blantyre’s Dixon’s Colliery welcoming the New Year. In turn he would kiss my mother, my sister and myself and solemnly shake our hands wishing us a “Happy New Year” and my mum Peggy with her thick Aberdeen accent would hold up her glass of sherry and say “I wish ye all I wish myself and I couldna wish ye better.” The door was opened with the arrival of our first foot.
 
Now Jimmy was partial to a wee hauf of whisky and Peggy I must say, tried to make sure that was all he got for the bottle was destined to be drunk at the large family gathering at my Grandpa Lang’s house in Russell Street. If a man had a bottle of whisky at the New Year, then he was a happy man and if he had two, he was worth a few pounds or knew somebody with connections. My father knew everybody and occasionally managed to obtain a second bottle. Alcohol was expensive to buy and a bottle of whisky was a rare sight in our house except for very special occasions and the New Year came into that category.
 
In the early afternoon we would walk from 133 Mill Road to 73 Russell Street to join with our relatives in a lovely happy New Year’s day party. The women had all discussed what food they would bring with them and my mother’s job was to supply the plum puddings and some pies. The kitchen at Russell Street was tiny and I am sure that the table only sat four at the most, so we were fed in relays; adults first of course.
 
There would be much singing and telling of tales, reminiscing of old times and planning for the future. We kids had a ball and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. At the end of the night my Grandpa, Guy Lang lined all of us up and gave each and every one a 10/- note; a fortune in those days. By the time we had to go home my father of course like the rest of the men was quite merry. I can say however that despite the large numbers of people there, I never remember a cross word between any of them. It was always a big happy family party.
It wasn’t until I was an adult and had family of my own that I realised that most of my Lang cousins were in were in actual fact no blood relation, not that it made any difference. My father had been brought up across the road from them and my Granny Lang, a lovely woman had felt sorry for this family of five boys and one girl who had lost their mother while they were living in America and she was really good to them. My Grandpa Russell had brought them all back to Scotland on a troop ship in 1916 and my Granny Lang had played a hugely important part in their lives. Eventually my Uncle Guy Lang married my mother’s sister Eleanor Stewart, so Gavin, Stewart and Eleanor Lang were my full cousins and the others would have disagreed with anyone who said we were not theirs. Happy days…… Wilma S. Bolton. 2016. Ⓒ

Your Local Pub.

Alex Hosie was telling us about all the Burnbank pubs that he drank in. Alex wrote:
 
“Before clubs were invented, these are the pubs I remember in Burnbank (and I was in every one of them, so yer lucky I can still remember anything!) –
 
The Golden Feathers
The Club Bar
The Thistle Bar
The Clansman
The Enfield (a door on each street, Glasgow Road and High Blantyre Road)
The Earnock Vaults (the Tap Shop)
The Victoria Bar (Duffy’s)
The Greenfield Bar (Peter Smith’s)
Flannigan’s Bar
The Empire (still there)
The Glenlee (still there)
 
Hope I’ve not forgotten any in my auld age!”
 
What was your local pub and tell us your stories of the shenanigans that went on?
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