Friday, 16 July 2010

Doon the Watter

Rain is pelting down. It's the Glasgow Fair. The streets seem quieter. or maybe it's just my imagination. It's not like people still set off on their annual trip doon the watter, as they did in yesteryear.

Here's a glimpse of the Glasgow Fair holidays from Mary F. born in Kinning Park in 1905.
"We used to go down to Dunoon and get a house for 25 shillings. The eight of us children would go down for a fortnight. We'd get on the boats and we were so poor that my mother would buy two tickets - one for herself and one for one of us and the rest would hide.

We used to go away picnics everyday. At night walking home, we'd go through hedges and pick turnips and potatoes and get the fish from the boats coming in at the pier. Mother would send us to the place where they smoked the kippers and we'd get the broken ones.
The last week of the holidays we'd go scouring through the shops for jam jars and then collect all the raspberries and mother would make jam. Then we'd have 30 or 40 pounds of jam to take home. Sugar was only about a penny a pound and the railway would deliver your hampers home for a shilling."

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