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Lanarkshire / Re: Globe Cemetery
« on: Sunday 22 June 08 19:19 BST (UK) »
will do -- possibly some time in July?
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Lanarkshire / Re: Globe Cemetery
« on: Saturday 21 June 08 17:22 BST (UK) »
Well I shall be returning over the summer -- why not wait for me if you cannnot get Other Half, etc.? I teach swimming in Edinburgh in the mornings during the summer break, so would be looking to get there just after lunch time.... Although mornings would probably be better before the giro monkeys awake from their substance-induced slumber to wreak havoc upon the unsuspecting genealogist...
Ian Goldie is the chargehand for all the cemeteries in that locale and is a brilliant chap -- if he does not have (say) a funeral at Airbles, he would be happy to join us by arrangement... or, if you want to go earlier, I can give you Ian's contact number?
All the Best!
Ian Goldie is the chargehand for all the cemeteries in that locale and is a brilliant chap -- if he does not have (say) a funeral at Airbles, he would be happy to join us by arrangement... or, if you want to go earlier, I can give you Ian's contact number?
All the Best!
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Lanarkshire / Re: Globe Cemetery
« on: Saturday 10 May 08 19:41 BST (UK) »
I had been looking forward to visiting the Globe for so long – I’m a Motherwell native based in East Lothian since ’73.
It (to me) really is an enchanting place, despite the despicable vandalism, and I managed to find my Great-Grandmother’s resting place (vandalised!).
Now, the nice lady at N Lanarks Council had warned me not to go there alone due to the presence of sundry junkies, jakeys, and other unsavoury mutants from the surrounding area – but a ˝ mile from where I used to live and attend school!
Sure enough, on my walk down the path from the Mill Road side I was accosted by a pair of failed neurosurgeons who were swilling strong (cheap) lager and loudly abusing anyone who passed by the bench they were occupying. Even while I was searching for my family lair, they were screaming vile abuse at me through the trees from up the hill.
By the time I had concluded my research in the cemetery I had by now resolved to remove these two vile specimens from the gene pool, or (at the very least) give them a sound kicking (I am a pacifist – but straw / back / camel’s, and all that…) and throw them into the River Calder. They had vacated the bench by the time I got to that point in the path. Probably their lucky day – and mine…
What I am saying to you, Dear Friends, is this: do not (unless, like me, you are well capable of looking after yourself) venture there alone and CERTAINLY not during the hours of darkness. In fact, even a big strong chap like me would probably have little chance against a knife or other weapon… I cannot help but reflect that most of the good people interred in the Globe had probably seen more hardship and toil than these vermin who seek to terrorise such a beautiful place.
It (to me) really is an enchanting place, despite the despicable vandalism, and I managed to find my Great-Grandmother’s resting place (vandalised!).
Now, the nice lady at N Lanarks Council had warned me not to go there alone due to the presence of sundry junkies, jakeys, and other unsavoury mutants from the surrounding area – but a ˝ mile from where I used to live and attend school!
Sure enough, on my walk down the path from the Mill Road side I was accosted by a pair of failed neurosurgeons who were swilling strong (cheap) lager and loudly abusing anyone who passed by the bench they were occupying. Even while I was searching for my family lair, they were screaming vile abuse at me through the trees from up the hill.
By the time I had concluded my research in the cemetery I had by now resolved to remove these two vile specimens from the gene pool, or (at the very least) give them a sound kicking (I am a pacifist – but straw / back / camel’s, and all that…) and throw them into the River Calder. They had vacated the bench by the time I got to that point in the path. Probably their lucky day – and mine…
What I am saying to you, Dear Friends, is this: do not (unless, like me, you are well capable of looking after yourself) venture there alone and CERTAINLY not during the hours of darkness. In fact, even a big strong chap like me would probably have little chance against a knife or other weapon… I cannot help but reflect that most of the good people interred in the Globe had probably seen more hardship and toil than these vermin who seek to terrorise such a beautiful place.
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