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It was a busy Saturday morning at the local supermarket, the one on Connecticut Avenue. Anxious, coat-clad people lined the check-out stations hugging bread and milk and toilet paper to their cushioned chests for the just-spitting snow storm. These patrons huffed dramatically and rolled their eyes under frost-fogged glasses when a trainee made a mistake on a register, or the credit card machine ran out of paper. I am from Wisconsin. I enjoy snow -- and cheese. I had a shopping list with thirty-three other items in my jacket pocket that day, and a handful of safety-scissored coupons on the flip-down child seat of my cart. I thought: I didn't know you had a daughter. That's what Laurel Wisenberg had said. But you know this.
Wordless muzak filled the Safeway's corners, and families seemed to fight for breathing room, hand-held baskets, and a place in line at the meat case. I admit I felt frustrated by the weather-induced hysteria, and claustrophobic. I was devastated by my own stupidity, too. I am a scientist. I have a PhD in Chemistry. I've published more than a few science fiction stories. I should have told Laurel the moment we met: I have a child. I was married for six years. At least then I would have known that she was not a long-term option. I might have saved myself some embarrassment.
There had been time to tell my edited widower's tale; women seem to be drawn to it like they are not drawn to me in my best 'daddy wear': a torn college sweatshirt and lemon yellow high school basketball shorts. Laurel and I'd met at an acquaintance's dinner party, and neither of us had known very many people there. We'd stood together at the punch bowl, tapping our feet to quiet jazz music and judging passers-by silently. The food had been exceptionally bad; my mouth had been clear. But I'd stuck to surface talk and awkward flirting.
That snowy Saturday, two months after the party, instead of calling Laurel and laughing about the stuffy soiree that had first brought us together, instead of asking her to join my daughter and me for a trip to the mall or a lunch out at a kid-friendly restaurant, Gracie and I walked down a newly mopped breakfast foods aisle alone. Gracie shed her yellow hat and matching mittens when we hit the circular oatmeal display, and then my child began to skip. She sang "Frosty the Snowman" at the top of her lungs. I collected her cold weather apparel behind her as a consenting, albeit indentured, servant.
I was not upset by Gracie's theatrics; these song and dance routines happened regularly. She was three. I simply looked for a lower-sugar cereal as my daughter bounced before me, a miniature Julie Andrews with her head tilted back and her arms flung wide at the maple-and-brown sugar instant oats. When she'd finished her song, which included a made-up verse about a snow woman and her seven snow children, Gracie counted the shelved breakfast boxes at her eye level. Her voice rose and fell like the stock market in response to the cartoon characters on the front of the cardboard cartons, and the miniscule prizes within. Then, she patted her pudgy hands on every General Mills box in sight, tapping the ones she liked twice, as a tiny advertising executive might. I said, only, "Stay by Daddy, kid," but was less than vigilant. I was busy picturing Laurel's broad smile and dark, curling eyelashes in my mind's eye. I was busy wondering if I'd ever sleep with another woman again. I was only thirty-five.
When I came back to fluorescent-illuminated reality, Gracie smiled pleadingly over her shoulder. She was ten steps ahead of me. I shook a figurative fist at the men and women who stocked such cereals within a preschooler's grasp. Gracie was deaf to my directives to put the box down, to stop where she was, to listen, listen, listen. She was oblivious to my broken heart and continued down the grocery corridor, loping happily in an open blue pea coat, her favorite leopard-print dress, and untied pink tennis shoes. When I looked up from an automatic coupon dispenser, I thought: She is her mother in every way. This thought padded my Laurel-bruised ego a bit. Gracie was her mother in temperament, in looks, in voice. She was a firecracker of a preschooler with red hair and an impish grin. Like most children, she spoke in dreams and acted on whims. She held tea parties where, on occasion, I was her guest of honor; this makes her my favorite person, period. I wish she knew her mother as more than a flawless face in a faded picture, or a name on an ornate headstone. As an adult, I have come to terms with that loss, or at least I don't punch holes into walls any longer. I don't think I've yet recovered from the other loss, however. Parents should never outlive their children.
Gracie pranced between two elderly women balanced by two gallons of purified water each and enough gray hair to clothe a sheep besides. I apologized to the septuagenarians who teetered in the aftermath of my wind-whipping child, and tried to stay calm despite the fact that the supermarket was packed and I couldn't use the Express Lane with the thirty-three necessary items. I tried to ignore the steely-haired and whispered questions, like Where is that girl's mother?, as I walked past the grandmothers towards my then-jogging daughter.
Gracie suddenly stopped in her own wet footsteps. I was excited by this turn of events until I saw why she'd stopped. She was charmed by a marshmallow-laden cereal box with a plucky leprechaun on the lowest shelf. She clapped her hands wildly and shrieked. She pleaded, "Please?" I wanted luck, too, in the shape of marshmallows or any other junk food God would give me, but I had to stay stoic and parental. I had gained more than a little weight since my wife had died, and I certainly didn't want my child to suffer grade school teasing because I preferred drive-through fries over organic potatoes. Six years later, I still I hate saying 'no' to treats or toys. You, on the other hand, are quite good at it. I don't tell you enough that I appreciate that gift in you. It saves my 'mostly-fun' reputation.
I shook my head that morning, said, "Try again." Gracie kicked the wobbling wheel of the shopping cart in toddler exasperation; it is something she probably learned from me. Then she saw a baby stroller and rushed off to peek inside. I looked to the top cereal shelf for something fortified. Anything fortified. I did not want to see that young mother or her perfect, cooing infant.
On what turned out to be my last date with Laurel, I dressed the way a single man would. I was sure to match my tie to my shirt, and remembered to shave and wear cologne. I trimmed my nails and used duct tape to rid my once-worn sports coat of white cat hair and red Gracie curls. I swear both cats and children haunt you when you're out having fun without them. I flossed. I brushed and rinsed obsessively. I kissed my daughter good-bye at the front door of what used to be my four-person family home and honestly, truly, I focused on the woman before me rather than the child behind me as I called goodnight to Gracie and the well-qualified babysitter. I did not bring a cell phone to the restaurant so I would not be distracted from the quintessential French brie with crusty bread, or the intelligent couple conversation. As I got into my car, I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth like I was training to run a marathon. I only turned to wave to Gracie twice as I backed out of the driveway, and I did not listen to the "Disney's Greatest Hits" cd all four miles.
The evening began perfectly. At the corner table, with a beautiful view of the Potomac and just a slight frost from the outdoors a pane away, I'd sighed. It was our fifth date, the infamous intercourse date. Her condo was a short walk away. I let my forehead relax and felt the silly pain of a too-big smile. I said, "I want you to know I have a daughter," and felt relaxed. This was not ten minutes into the meal.
She responded, slack-jawed. "What?"
You know that I stammer when I'm nervous. Laurel's response made me nervous. I stammered, "She's...she's...she's three. She'll love you." Somehow I thought this second part would help my case, both because I am a man and because my daughter's acceptance means everything to me. 'Three' means past the wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night stage, and into the able-to-go-out-in-public-and-look-cute stage. Most women love a tidy three-year-old.
Laurel'd answered stiffly, "I didn't know you had a daughter."
I said, "Oh," and lowered my eyes to the gleaming table. It was obviously coated with thick polyurethane, and hit me rib-high. My falling face shone back at me. I have never met another woman who speaks in such a sour tone about children.
Laurel's forehead actually crimped in a grim papier mache fashion; she'd tucked some dark hair behind her ears then closed her menu and placed it, flat, between us. Her mind seemed as shut as that menu. She cast her eyes downward and thumbed her expensive watch. She did not reach for her wine glass. She did not suggest any overpriced appetizers. She did not seem to blink for several minutes, though I know she must have. My throat was thick with the tension and itchy with the smell of a single blooming rose between us. I cannot tell you, today, if that restaurant's food is as good as its Zagat's rating.
When I'd swallowed my obvious surprise and inhaled the sickly perfumed air, I tried to explain. "I wanted to wait to tell you."
Laurel looked up at that, looked me directly in the eyes for the first time that evening. "Until?"
This, perhaps, is the moment any friend would have told me to step back, to forget this woman and her maternally void instincts. Her eyebrows arched and she cleared her throat as if I had said something so monstrous that she would never recover. But I've never had many friends close enough to say such words aloud. I do believe in miracles. I believed -- before I left the house that night -- that a beautiful brunette with real breasts, an impeccable wardrobe, and a PhD in Ancient Literature could want a boring father, who staggered under his emotional baggage.
I rolled the words on my tongue like hard candy before saying, quietly, "I wanted to wait until I was sure you were serious. About me. About us." This was true. I then pleaded shamelessly, knowing she'd had a point about my imperfect timing. "Surely you understand?"
The space between Laurel's cold eyes shrunk, and, in contrast, the emotional distance between she and I dramatically increased. She was angry, then, and it was obvious. She tapped her fingers on the white linen tablecloth and stared at the concert violinist in the corner who, I imagined, had to play at such restaurant bars to make ends meet.
Looking at the violinist, Laurel said, "You wanted me to fall for you."
I said, "OK." I missed something in those syllables that explained how it was wrong that I had wanted such a thing to occur.
She said, "I don't do that often," and she was less attractive than I'd thought previously. I'd known she didn't do that often; she'd never been married. She continued, almost whining, "I feel like you wanted me to fall for you so I wouldn't care that you had a child. A child, Jason. We're not talking about a puppy, here."
I couldn't help this: "No. I'm allergic to canine dander."
The waiter'd rushed to the table, seemingly out of breath, before I could explain the difference between caring for an animal you can leave in your backyard eight hours a day and one that needs you to burp it when it eats, and suction mucus from its tiny nose when it cries, and teach it morals like compassion and integrity. I appreciated the break in the moment. I'd been close to one of those sitcom scenes where the unfairly maligned protagonist stands to assert himself but pulls the tablecloth, which has been tucked into his pants, sharply. I'd been close to a scene of spilled water and wine and shattered glass. The waiter forgot his faux French accent when he asked, "Mr. Thompson?"
I nodded, already placing my linen napkin on the table and pushing my chair out. I did finger my zipper to be sure wide-open nickel teeth would not instigate another cliché sitcom laugh reel. Tawny, the babysitter, was known for calling restaurants asking inane questions about snacks or bedtime rituals. Once, she'd called because Gracie was insistent she read a book that was lost somewhere in the depths of our basement. Tawny had wondered if I knew it by heart, and if I could recite it so she could write it down for future visits.
The waiter'd whispered, "There's a phone call for you, sir. Your babysitter? She says it's urgent."
The 'urgent' pained me. Physically. No parent ever wants to hear those two syllables in regards to their child. No parent wants to hear it in regards to any child. I stood up. Laurel'd rolled her eyes and sighed.
Gracie was sick; I had to go home. When I went back to the table to gather my coat, Laurel'd said: "I was serious about us. But I've never wanted kids, Jason. I'm just not motherly. And I can't ask you to make that choice."
I'd wanted to say, There is no choice, but Laurel wasn't a parent; she couldn't understand what it meant to be a parent. My only child was throwing up, and it was important I be home despite the fact that the babysitter admitted allowing Gracie to eat ice cream, cookies, Cheerios and a pound of red, seedless grapes for dinner. I left Laurel with this: "It's not just Gracie." I swallowed bile. "I used to have a son, too." I gave the maitre d' my credit card. After signing a receipt for the meal I'd never taste and fighting my own tear ducts, I drove home to pay the teenaged babysitter her scalping $10 an hour fee. I drove home to hold my baby's hair back as she vomited childish gluttony.
With one no-sugar added jelly jar in our cart, and a fortified cereal sans Lucky Charms, Gracie and I trolled to the frozen foods section of the grocery store. We dodged several elderly shoppers preparing for the upcoming storm and discussed the morning's cartoon. We often partake in cause-and-effect conversation, because all the parenting books say this is the stuff whiz kids are made of. I asked Gracie, "Do you think Jerry should have tried to hit Ben with that sledgehammer?" I wanted to know if Gracie had what the books refer to as 'emotional intelligence,' as well as skipping and hopping genius.
Gracie said, "He didn't hit him, Daddy." My logical daughter stuck out her tongue and said, "It's a comedy." And I wasn't sure she was as emotionally insightful as she could have been. Then, she gave a two-minute synopsis of the animated cat-and-mouse chase and explained its inherent comedic theme.
I sighed as she jabbered; I sighed because my head hurt for lack of peace and because the frozen food aisle was a particularly difficult aisle for my expanding paunch. I nodded every few seconds as my verbose daughter showed her magnificent vocabulary to everyone who passed by, and tried to ignore the ice cream and other temptations with zero percent real fruit juice. There were many empty calorie lures, there, including frozen pizza, French fries and almost-chicken pot pies, but pizza was my Achilles heel. It was as much a temptation as Laurel, and just as bad for me. I thought, Maybe I'll go to a matchmaker. Ask for a much older homely widow. Gracie played pat-a-cake with the previously gawked at infant in the stroller.
I pulled Gracie away from that infant and asked her to pretend she was a statue. I stopped at the second door on my right and forced myself to grab a bag of chopped spinach and two bags of mixed organic peas and cauliflower. Gracie was an apt, though fully clothed, Nike. She only broke her statue play when she saw the healthful vegetables in my hands. She said, "Yuck!" I often wish I could speak so freely.
I put the bags in our cart and told her, "My sentiments exactly."
"What are sentiments?" She twirled on one foot.
"Smelly thoughts."
Gracie Ann soon forgot the rabbit-like food in her future and began drawing hearts with busy fingers in the condensation of a frozen foods door. This shape was the newest of her shape repertoire. The irony bruised me as an obese woman in an electronic scooter scraped by my cart complaining loudly. Gracie yelled, "Daddy!"
"See what I can do?"
She could not only draw hearts, but mend them, too. Her fingers often seemed tiny needles threading my memories of a wife and an infant son, tightly, to the bright future ahead of us. Seeing her hearts made me believe life would go on.
Gracie did not wait for an answer. She tilted her head towards the microwaveable pizza section. She said, "Pizza has tomatoes. It's good for you. "
"I suppose it does, and is." I gave in because I wanted to, not because it was good for Gracie. It's important you know that I felt a pang of guilt at this. It was the dripping condensation heart on the frosty freezer door that moved me to it. I took a deep breath, told myself that I was human. I told myself, as I did each morning, Progress, not Perfection. The conversation with Laurel had taken a toll on me. I promised myself that I would run on the treadmill the following morning as penance for the frozen pizza. I gave in to the universe and said, "OK. Because it's Saturday we can have a pizza for dinner. But tomorrow it's chicken and spinach. No arguments." Then, the lights inside the grocery store went off.
People screamed, though daylight filtered through the front windows of the store almost as brightly as the overhead lights had shone before the electrical break. Everyone stopped their carts in the muddy tire tracks and put hands to hips in irritation. I knew it would be hours before the frozen food section thawed and erased Gracie's hearts completely. I was certain I had enough cash to pay for our cartload. I was not worried until I looked for my child. She was nowhere to be seen in aisle eleven.
I shouted, "Gracie," with appropriate concern and rattled my cart with nervous hands. I yelled, "Gracie, come here now," with comely threat in my voice. I screamed, frightened, "Gracie Ann Thompson?" I left my cart in front of the myriad microwavable pizzas and ran to the end of the aisle. There, I slipped. I landed on my ample rear at the functionally dressed feet of a fresh-faced blonde in worn medical scrubs. Ten minutes later, I'd learn your name is Sasha.
You bent over, showing more cleavage than you probably meant to. The blue scrubs were v-necked. You wore a coat, but nothing beneath that surgeon's wear. You asked, "Can I help you up?" You meant this. You were forty and meant everything you said.
I was worried about Gracie. I had given up on looking for attractive women. I said, "My daughter," and stood, rubbing my rear. I did not care that, while sprawled at your feet, my silky basketball shorts had fallen upwards and flashed those water-carrying grandmothers from the breakfast cereal aisle.
Thankfully you asked, "What does she look like?"
The gray-haired women who'd once toddled with their filtered water and unfiltered mouths squealed, "You've lost your daughter?"
To you, alone, I said, "She's about this high." I gestured at least six inches shorter than Gracie was, maybe because we all think of our children as smaller and more fragile than they are. I whimpered, "She has red hair. A blue coat. Pink shoes. She loves pink shoes. " When you tell the story, I'm crying. When I tell it, I'm only slightly misting.
You grabbed my hand as if I was blind and you were leading me. As if you hadn't seen my torn briefs or noticed my bald spot while I sat at your feet on the grimy grocery store floor. We left my cart, pizza and veggies, in the middle of the frozen foods section. We left your cart, too. Gracie turned up in the next aisle, by the refrigerated cookie dough. It was almost Valentine's Day and those cookies came complete with heart sprinkles. I bought four packages.
Two weeks later, I didn't have to tell you I had a daughter. We ate, with Gracie, at McDonald's.
Three years later, I still believe in miracles. And families, too.


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| 11.2°C Dublin
Former Ireland flanker Kevin McLaughlin is the latest rugby star forced to retire due to concussion.
The 31-year-old suffered a concussion in Leinster's season-opening Pro12 clash with Edinburgh and has since been advised to retire.
McLaughlin's premature retirement follows hot on the heels of former Wales flanker Jonathan Thomas quitting the sport after contracting epilepsy due to repetitive head trauma.
Governing body World Rugby have admitted looking into potential law changes around tackling in a bid to improve the sport's safety.
"It is upsetting and frustrating to have to retire when I feel I have so much left to give but it is the right decision and I am glad that our medical staff were so proactive in encouraging me to see a neurologist," McLaughlin told Leinster's website.
"The support I have received from the club and my team-mates has been incredible and will help to soften the blow of having to having to retire from the game I love.
"From a rugby perspective I have no regrets.
"I was lucky enough to be involved in Leinster throughout a very successful and rewarding period during which I have learned a lot about life and made lifelong friends."
McLaughlin won eight caps for Ireland but also featured in Leinster's 2011 and 2012 Heineken Cup final victories.
The combative flanker had stepped up to captain Leinster at the start of the season in the absence of number eight Jamie Heaslip, away at the World Cup with Ireland.
Leinster lost their opening Pro12 match 16-9 at Edinburgh on September 4, and after suffering a head injury McLaughlin has now been forced to retire.
" Having sustained a concussion in the opening Pro12 game against Edinburgh Kevin was referred by the Leinster Rugby medical team to a leading neurologist, due to concerns about his increasing susceptibility to concussion and the length of recovery," read Leinster's statement.
"Following tests it was recommended that it would be in his best long-term interests to stop playing."
Head coach Leo Cullen admitted he hopes McLaughlin will continue to help Leinster within their back-room set-up.
"Kevin is a very popular member of the squad both on and off the pitch and thankfully he's open to the possibility of helping out with us behind the scenes certainly in the short term and again I think that's an indication of the esteem with which he is held within the group," said Cullen.
"Kevin is one of the most selfless players in our squad. He is the consummate pro and always put the team first."
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Govan Memories
Posted by James Murray on 20-02-2020
Hi there,
My name is James Murray, my dad Edward Murray grew up in Govan. He stayed in Nethen Street and was born in 1931.
I noticed a post by Murray G. Wondering if we might be related at all?
Posted by Janice Garrett on 16-02-2020
My mother Josaphine Devlin and her brother Greg were born Drumoyan Street Govan. Mum married and moved to Whiteinch as a child and I remember going across on the ferry to Govan, Anyone recall my mum?
Posted by Jacqueline Hannah on 19-01-2020
I was born and brought up in Drumoyne. Went to Drumoyne primary then Govan High. I was born in 1961. If there is anyone out there that remembers me please contact me :)
Posted by Lesley Osborne on 04-01-2020
Does anyone remember my dad Iain Campbell and mother Margaret Marshall born 1921 and 1922? My gran was Ella Campbell who lived in Greenfield Street during the 50's and 60 's. I would so love to hear from you if you do.
Posted by Murray G on 27-12-2019
I was born in Govan in 1948 and lived with my grannie in Vicarfield Street, opposite the school. Her name was Mary Murray. The Murrays were a large family maybe someone remembers them?
Posted by Mick McAndrews on 13-12-2019
I was born In Cowie Street, Kinning Park and as Pauline noted earlier there was indeed a pub on it's corner called Grants Bar. Like Pauline I also went to St. Margaret's and I also recall Susan's Shop. There was another pub next door, The Bellrock. The School that was situated at the end of Cowie Street was the "Wee Lamby" or Lambhill Junior Primary. The Catholic Chirch that was located in Stanley Street was I believe the largest Catholic Church in Glasgow and at one time had 5 resident Priests. I believe that the buiding was demolished due to a structural problem that would not be able to be easily remedied.
Posted by Jim Smith on 08-12-2019
I was born in 1946 at 16 Elderpark Street, I had 3 brothers; Harry, Robert and Ronnie, we all went to Greenfield Primary school, Harry and Robert also went to Govan High School and we also went to 168th Boys Brigade and lifeboys. We left govan to go to Drumchapel.
Posted by William Kelly on 14-11-2019
I was born in Neptune Street, Govan in 1947, my father was Paddy Kelly and my mother Annie, my elder brother was Dick and my younger brother Brian. I went to St Gerard's and I loved the kids there they were poor but happy. I now live in Brydekirk village but I'll never forget Govan.
Posted by Pauline Cowie on 13-11-2019
I lived with my aunt and uncle (Mary Steven, Mailey) my aunt was a cook in Ibrox. In Cowie Street, Kinning Park there was a pub at the corner but can't remember what it was called? (was it Grant's?????), the street was a dead end because a school had burnt down. I went to St. Margaret's and I remember Susan's shop where she would stand outside to see where people where buying their messages from.
Posted by Danny Cashley on 04-11-2019
I personally don't have any memories of Govan although I'm sure I visited family who were living there many years ago in the late sixties. My mother was Frances Leddy and she was born at 57 Hamilton Street in 1926. She had two brothers James (b.1924), Michael (b.1928) Agnes (b.1930) and Kathleen (b.1932). I have been looking up my family history and her father Michael and all his brothers and sisters were born in Govan between 1884 and 1896. My maternal grandmother Mary Agnes McDermott and her family came to Govan from Ireland in the early 1900's. I can see from the various pieces of information I have obtained that the Leddy's lived in various places in Govan including 61 Victoria Street, 10 John Street, 76 White Street and 11 Logie Street. Many of the men worked at the shipyards or the preserves factory. Many members of the family were married at St Anthonys Chapel. I'm sure many of these places will have been demolished or renamed but it would be great to hear from anyone who knows of the family or can provide any more details.
Posted by Frances McConville on 30-10-2019
Went to St. Gerards School from January 1959 to December 1962.
Posted by Nigel Birrell on 06-05-2019
Been looking at the old pictures of Govan and wondered if anyone remembers my father's Chemist/Optician shop at Govan Cross near Helen St, 830 Govan Road. Memory says it was painted red but I might be wrong. I might have served you in the shop in the early 70s as a teenager. Does anyone remember the shop or have a picture of it in the background?
Posted by Allana Gilhooley on 27-02-2019
Writing on behalf of my auntie. I am looking for the name of a barbers shop that was on Langlands Road at Helen street end. Owned by Harry Knop in the 40s.
Reply from Govan Reminiscence Group
The barbers shop was called "Knop & Joyce" and was at 26 Langlands Road, it opened in 1929 and Harry Knop lived in the next close at 34 Langlands Road.
Henry (Harry) Knop was born in Govan in 1902, he married Susan Bowie in 1924, they had at least 5 children; Harriet, Frederick, Arthur, Helen and Henry, Harry Knop died in 1976.
Posted by Mary Maclean on 24-02-2019
Anyone remember Quinn's pet shop in Harmony Row?
I've looked at several sites like this, in search of a memory or a photo and never found a thing - yet it was a Govan institution. It was my first Saturday job and I worked there for about a year until the very day when it closed, which I think was in June 1972. I had to leave early as I was going to a residential orchestral camp but I was so heartbroken at the shop closing, I didn't want to miss a moment of that last day.
The manager was a man called Jackie. He was lim, dark-haired and kind, probably in his 30s. I think he lived in Partick and had 2 little girls. The people of Govan didn't often use a vet, but came into the shop with their poorly pets and we all fussed over them, cuddled them, nursed them and Jackie recommended and administered patent pet medicines like Bob Martins. I remember a little dog who was hit by a car and people brought him straight in to us. He had a broken leg, but we cuddled and comforted him until someone with a car was found, hours later, to get him to the vets. The owner later came in with home-made tablet for all of us.
We sold puppies, kittens, mice, fish... and I promise you, they were cleaned and cared for with the tenderest of love and care, and caution was exerted when people tried to buy them. Mind you, the mice... we lifted them out of a glass tank by the tail then put them in thick brown bags of thinnish white boxes for their journey home and I'm convinced most would have chewed through and escaped within minutes of leaving the shop.
We used to prick our fingers to drop blood into the fish tank where the (goldfish-sized) piranhas were and watch them converge on the blood. We engraved pet medallions and Jackie let me do it because I had nice handwriting. I attended Notre Dame School and Jackie told customers this to reassure them of the standard of my handwriting!
For about a decade that shop stood empty and it broke my heart. People were in tears when that shop closed and I'm really delighted that I played a small walk-on part in a Govan institution!
Posted by Mary Maclean on 24-02-2019
Anyone know the Maguire family from Logie Street and 147 Langlands Road? Jack, Margaret, Frank, Gerry, May, Charlie and Kathleen, Annie Maguire's 7 children. My cousin Pat and I were just reminiscing about memories of the Steamie - which I think I was dragged along to, to help Mrs. Mary Devlin, in about 1965? Her daughter had a hairdressers just up from St Constantine's, I think, and my Gran got me to go along and help her wash the towels on Saturday night.
Gran was Annie Murphy but her dad died when she was 4 and her mother remarried John Johnston and went on to have a huge number of children - and as we research the family, we keep finding more. Claire Fitzpatrick - I wonder if your Mary is one of our family?
Posted by Jan Logan (Janet Williamson) on 20-02-2019
I was born Jan 6th 1951 and brought up in flat above Co-op in Helen Street at Govan Cross, I Went to Harmony Row and Hills Trust Primary schools before moving to Pollok when I was 10 .I have 4 brothers Dave, Bobby, Shuggie, all born in Govan ..and Alastair born in Pollok. I remember Betty McPhee, Margaret Liversidge, the Gourlay brothers and Brian Wilson.We lived in the top floor for a few years and the moved to bigger flat on first floor with a bathroom.
I remember the following; sitting on the kerb at the mouth of the close playing with the soft tar on the road in the summer with a stick and my mum using melted butter to get the stains of our clothes, playing peever with a shoe polish tin, making up little shows which we all performed in the high backs ,climbing over the pailings, and often getting our knees impaled on the sharp spikes at the top, playing balls against the wall singles and doubles too, climbing onto the steamie roof and jumping onto the pub roof dodging the barbed wire spikes, playing ropes singles and doublers, and swinging on the telephone wires above the low back steamie roof, Summertown Road steamie and baths.
Oh those were the days!
Posted by Brian Wilson on 16-02-2019
I was born in Govan in 1950 at 10 Pearce Street across from the P.I., there was only one close in Pearce Street. I was in the 102 Life Boys then the Boys Brigade with my big brother Tommy. We were also in the Choir at Govan Parish church and in the B.B. Pipe Band.
I went to Harmony Row school then Hills Trust school, then to Govan High school. I used to go to Jack's Bakers on a Saturday morning for a dozen rolls and half a dozen teabread and I still got change from a half a crown (12.5 pence), happy days!
Posted by Alec Dunnachie on 15-02-2019
Somewhere along the Govan Road, there was a sweet shop with a train set that would go around all the big jars of sweets. I was born in Broomloan Road by the pot heid (TSB) bank which is still there.
We moved to Cardonald when I was very small but used to go back to Govan all the time and stay with my grannie at 711 Govan Road, above McLarens Newsagents. Every Christmas I was given a big pile of unsold comics and one day the woman gave me a bob - 12 big penny coins that filled my hand.
Posted by Claire Fitzpatrick on 18-01-2019
For Margaret Gibson - I saw that you lived in Kintra Street until 1960 and wondered if you knew my grandmother Mary McGill/Johnston who lived at 110 Kintra Street in 1956. She had 3 boys Alex, Willie and Robert. Robert sadly passed away when he was 2 and then my dad James was born in 1960. She got married in 1956 to my grandfather Robert. I am researching my family tree and as both my grandparents died in 1990 and 1993 respectively I can't ask them.
Posted by Rosemary Hough nee Mellon on 11-01-2019
I found this site by mistake while i was trying to find people that i used to hang around with in Govan, I lived in Rathlin Street, opposite the Elder picture house, my mum and dad were Mary and Eddie Mellon and brothers Paul and Ward.
Does anybody recognise the name? I have lived in Australia since 1969. I try and tell my grandkids what a fanfastic place it was to grow up, no money but lots of pals and never bored. Everyone used our street for roller skating, we called it thd smoothie!
I went to St.Anthonys then St.Gerards, great days, I went back in the 70s and hardly recognized anything, even the people were different, if anybody has any info. Would love to hear from you.
Posted by Linda Paterson on 10-01-2019
I was brought up on Broomloan Road, Ibrox across from Ibrox high flats.the Ibrox house pub was just up road from me as well. Just looking for anybody who new the Paterson, dad george known as Geordie and mum Betty, sisters Elaine, Brenda and brother George.
Posted by Clifford Webster on 5-01-2019
I attended at Hills Trust from the age of 5 until 6 whereby the family moved to Essex (South of the Border) I do not remember a lot except that I was rushed to hospital with a appendicitis and I received many written get well cards from the whole class with a special ones from Ann Bann and Miss Green my teacher... HAPPY TIMES.
Posted by Ann McKelvie on 31-12-2018
When we moved to Nitshill in 1060, I realised how much I had loved Govan. I went to Hills Trust primary and can remember having to sit my 11 plus exam and passed by the skin of my teeth (lots of mental arithmetic). We didn't have an inside toilet but had to use one on the landing which served two other families. Sometimes it was hillarious, waiting in the queue to get onto that seat, and having to use The News of The World as toilet paper....wow! What a memory.
I too, have fond memories of playing and performing small shows, and we all thought we could act. I remember one time, my big brother hiding in the midden under all the ashes, when I went down three stories to empty the fire ashes. He and his pals jumped out and I ran back up three stories screaming. Lots of other good memories but also remember the terrible fires which took place.
I think the whisky bond was one of them. Went back recently, but things are not the same.
Posted by Alan McGuigan on 17-12-2018
My earliest memory is when I was about 4 playing outside our close 39 Nethan St, my mum had got me all dressed up as the photographer was coming to take our photo , me and my 2 sisters sitting on the sideboard I wandered out the house with my new truck with wee soldiers in the back and was playing in a puddle when the photographer arrived and had to get all cleaned up again before the photo was taken, I have FTD (dementia) this affects my short term memory but fortunately not my long term memories, I have cousins who still stay around the wine alley.
Posted by Donald A. Grant on 3-12-2018
My father, Alex Grant and brother Davie lived one up at 129 Elderpark Street. My mother, Elsie Walker lived with siblings; Edward, Betty, Beatrice and Edith in Belch Street, it was a small street with only one close and not one single Govan person I have ever met can remember it! Both my parents went to Greenfield School then Govan High. My father "served his time" in the Thermotank then for many years was a policeman in Plantation Street.
When they married on the 29/4/1939 they moved to Hillington. I remember on Sunday mornings being taken with my sister, Elizabeth, on a No. 25 bus to the Gladstone Gospel Hall at the corner of Golspie St and Logie St. Very fond memories.
Posted by Bill McKenna on 16-11-2018
I was a deckhand on the TSS Shleldhall sewage ship that sailed down the Clyde every day Monday to Friday to the tail of the bank, there we discharged the load then made a circle before heading back up home. Strange thing is that we carried passengers on some days, these passengers had a dinner on board while we discharged the cargo with most never knowing what was happening. Great memories.
Posted by Iain Irving on 11-11-2018
Yup I'll always be from Govan even though we lived a bus ride with the messages away from it in Shieldhall, that was situated near to the 50 pitches, I remember well my Dad and me watching the shipyards football competitions. Drumoyne primary it was, a year after my big brother Robert started (about 53) then on to Govan High School, that was the one which caught fire when I was due to sit my O levels (no excuses).
Don't think I enjoyed my time at Govan High, who did but I remember the english teacher Johnny Duncan, Jock Reiburn (maths), who was strict but gave me a good basic knowledge of algebra which stood me in good stead for my future in engineering. Daddy Boyd who used to wear his academic gowns on official occasions which I to this day found hard to understand as none of the other teachers ever wore them. I liked Daddy Boyd although I never had him as a teacher, he was in charge of the rowing club of which I enjoyed many an hour on the Clyde.
I guess I drifted away from Govan for some time although I watched it contract as the shipyard industry faded and that was until my interest was aroused as the company I was working for took up new premisis near the Southern General as it was then. I learned then that Govan as I knew it had obviously changed (the three picture houses were gone) but was still a thriving community. Anyway gabgabgab, lots more if anyone is interested.
Posted by Maureen Ogilvie on 9-09-2018
I was searching for Harry Lauder pictures and came across this interesting site. I was born 23 Elder Street, Govan in 1943. I lived across from Fairfield shipyard and I saw ship being launched when l was about four, I saw Harry Lauder embark from a ship and he was the first person who told me I was a bonnie wee lass. He had a kilt on and a curly walking stick. Maureen Doyle was my name then
Posted by William Carlin on 19-08-2018
My first run in with the sectarian divide in Kinning Park.
My grandparents on my mother's side were McElhinneys and attended Plantation Church while my dad's side and myself attending our Lady and St Margaret's Chapel.
When all my pals joined the Lifeboys I went along too for 2 weeks, I think the hall was on Portman or Middlesex Street. Any way they started to ask us our schools and of course my mates answered Broomloan Rd, Bellahouston and Lorne St, but when it came my turn my truthful answer was Our Lady and St Margaret's Primary just up the road from here. I was shown the door and advised to join the cubs, which I did, but I would have enjoyed being the 1st Lifebhoy.
Posted by Margaret Houston Slavin on 18-06-2018
I was born in Govan in 1942 and lived in Elder Stree before moving to 15 Water Row above the bakers James Jack & Sons, my father worked there for 56 years. I went to Govan High school and Fairfield Primary school, I worked at MacDonalds biscuit factory then went to Toronto with my husband Dan Slavin, I miss my wee town, it will not be same anymore.
Kids play outside James Jack & Sons, bakers at 11-23 Water Row
Posted by Elizabeth McCulloch on 17-06-2018
I stayed in Govan in the early 60's first in a tenement at 118 Govan Road, we stayed in the top storey mum, dad, me, my sister, and baby brother. I can remember having to use the toilet on the landing using a massive key to open the door.
We then moved to a cottage at 112 Golspie Street down the lane, I always remember walking home down the lane, at the bottom of the lane we had a very large wooden gate, which we had to open to get in. It was fantastic staying there, 3 family's stayed in each cottage. George and Mary Breslin's, 2 boys (Raymond and Michael), William & Margaret Gallagher's boy and girl (Charles and Maureen) and John & Annie Mc Culloch's 2 girls and 1 boy ( Elizabeth, Mary and John) which was us. It was fantastic we even had a large grass area to play such a great childhood.
NLS 1932 Map showing cottages at 112-114 Golspie Street, Govan.
Posted by Margaret Wilson on 14-05-2018
Acumfaegovan born and brought up on Langlands Road with my sisters Susan and Elaine Wilson by my wonderful parents Vera and Bill Wilson. We loved it there and had best times growing up in Govan, a great wee community and a great bunch of people, neighbours were great and we had lots of great friends to play with. It was absolutely awesome growing up in Govan, lots of shops, such as; Galbraiths, Dands Bobby's, David's butchers, BrotherSoft paper shop, modern book shop, and Woolworths, we had a great wee doctors surgery on Langlands Road, Peacocks bakery, Nicholls store and Amey's cafe.
So many great memories!
Posted by John (Joe) Ritchie on 08-05-2018
Reference Catherine Gonnella
I remember your family at 100 Harmony Row, my cousin Maisie McAlinden was friendly with the family also my Granny, or as she was better known, MAW Austin, hence I was bettter known a Joe Austin. We always used to stop at your house on the way home from St. Anthony`s school, for a blether. I still have a picture in my mind of your father Guido, a very handsome man.
When I got married I moved to Arden, I now live in Clarkston in the South of Glasgow.
Posted by James McLean on 30-04-2018
I lived at 2 Robert street, Govan, we moved there from Tower Street, Kinning Park, I went to Harmony Row school (1959/60) then moved up to Hills Trust primary and after that went to Broomloan Road secondary school, that was shut down and we were moved to Govan High comprehensive around 1967/1968.
Govan was a great place to grow up in!
Posted by Catherine (Gonnella) McWilliams on 13-03-2018
My family lived at 100 Harmony Row, Govan until I was 10 (born 1953), I lived there with my father Guido Gonnella, my mom Susan, brother William and sisters Helen Marie and Susan also lived with us. Around 1963 we moved to Arden where I went St Louise Primary School. I married in Glasgow, Scotland in 1974 and emigrated to Canada that same year, I have lived in Canada ever since.
Does anyone remember our family?
Posted by Patricia (Nolan) McMahon on 22-11-2019
Hi Catherine, I also lived at 100 Harmony Row and also live in Canada.
It would be nice to connect.
Posted by Michael Adams on 25-11-2017
Does anyone remember Cuthbertson's dairies milk depot Vicarfield street Govan. I worked there for a time early 60s I left in 1962.
Memories of our workers are Nancy, Margret-Anne and various others, oh and not forgetting Speedy.
Good times we had, wonder where they all are now and if they remember me.
Cuthbertson's Dairy on Vicarfield Street.
Posted by Linda Paterson on 21-10-2017
I was born in Broomloan Road Ibrox in Govan in 1958. My da was George Paterson, mum was Betty Paterson my child hood there was brill everyone was so friendly and you could trust everybody. My sisters were Elaine & Brenda and my brother was George. I would like to hear from anybody who knew any of us up until 1981 when my mum and dad left Ibrox to move to Craigton.
Broomloan Road
Posted by Quintin Wight on 11-08-2017
I was born in Govan, at home, on Luath Street in 1935. My maternal grandfather was a master brass moulder in the shipyards. He lived on Govan Road. My paternal grandfather was an engine keeper for the Phoenix Copper Works, and lived on Brighton Street. My father was a chemist who worked for the SCWS. We left Govan when I was two, then lived for five years in Markinch before moving on to Kelty, Cowdenbeath, Armadale, and Rushden down in England. From Rushden we came back to Larbert, then to Lauder. I was attending what was then known as Duns Academy when my father decided to emigrate to Canada. We went back to Govan until we could get passage, and I attended Bellahouston Academy. In Canada, I joined the Royal Canadian Air Force, and served 37 years before retiring. I've been back to visit my relatives several times, but the old places are gone. I used to walk up Neptune Street between the two grandparents homes, but even that seems to have been cut off. It was a real shame to junk those old tenements instead of refurbishing them.
Neptune (Queen) Street.
Posted by Patricia Frearson on 09-09-2016
I was born 1944, lived 3 up in 52 Wanlock Street, right across from the little swing park and Fairfields Shipbuilders and right next to the Govan Ferry. I loved it there we could watch the ships being built and then launched from the bedroom window. We had 4 Cinemas that we could go to and the swimming baths and all the dykes round the back to jump and all the different games we played outdoors until the street lights went on and Dad shouted out the window it was time to come up the stairs. A big gang of kids would all go to the pictures on Saturday afternoon and one kid would pay to get in and then would go round to the fire escape door and open it and let the rest of the kids in for free. I went to Hillstrust School until I was 10 then we moved to Nitshill which I was not so fond of, Govan was a great place to live we were always putting on concerts round the backs and folk would hang out the windows to watch the performance there was always stuff going on or buss-runs that our streets would organise and the Govan Fair, Govanites were great.
Posted by Mary Pollock on 06-09-2016
My sister and I were born the year before the second world war at Montrose nursing home in Govan. We lived in Linthouse at that time, and then we moved to Shaw Street in Govan. It was very hard during the war for our mother as our brother was three years older and our father was a shipyard worker, working nightshift. When the sirens went for everyone to go to their shelters, our grandfather had to come and help her take us to St. Anthony's school (our shelter). Also remember when we started school in 1943, we had to carry our gas masks with us. We all went to Harmony Row school because that was where our mother went and she wanted us to have the same teachers she had, and there were a few left from when she attended there. Our father would be home right before we had to leave for school, so he would take us as it was not safe to cross Langlands Rd., Unfortunately, the week before Christmas in 1943, our grandfather was killed by a bus right at the Vogue cinema.
Harmony Row School 1964.
We loved the years living there and in 1949, our little sister was born at 22 Shaw St., That same year we moved to Penilee, but when my sister and I were seventeen, our parents moved back to Govan because the house in Penilee was very damp, so our parents got an exchange to a house on Govan Rd., the cooperative building next to Fairfield's shipyard. It was a two bedroom, living room with a kitchenette and full bathroom. We all loved living there as Govan was such a great place and had everything you needed, especially four cinemas. We used to listen to all the records being played from Munleys on a Saturday morning.
My sister and I were married in 1961 at Govan Parish where we were members. Our parents and our brother were also married there, and we were all Christened there as well. Our young sister was married in St. Anthony's years later. We had and still have such a loving family even although our parents and grandparents have passed, but Govan made us that way because it was a great community and you knew who your neighbours were. Members of our family have now moved away to other locations in Glasgow and Paisley, but we still remember our childhoods growing up in Govan.
My husband also comes from Govan. I met him at our place of employment. We lived in Southcroft St., when we got married. Our first daughter was born in 1962, and then when she was six months old, we went to Toronto, Canada. I remember two days before we left in 1963, I took her to the Govan Fair, and that was the last one I ever saw. I remember the days my sister and I would take part in the fair while we were in a dancing school, which was named Thompsons.
I was pretty sad when I left Govan and leaving my family was devastating to me. My husband and I ended up going into the USA. Lived in Georgia where our second daughter was born, and then onto Texas, and now living in California. We love it here, but still go back to Scotland every other year. Our children and grandchildren have been back many times as well. We visited Govan in recent years and is not the same place anymore. It brought tears to our eyes as they have destroyed a lot of the buildings that should have been refurbished. Elder park is a mess and all the railings have been taken out. We went this year to the Fairfield shipyard museum which was very interesting. Looking at Govan when it was a village, and film of how it grew into a town, we felt very proud of being born and raised in dear auld Govan.
Posted by Pauline Belkadi on 05-02-2016
I remember a chemist called Brays on Govan Rd. It was massive and as a wee girl it was magical, as well as Dands I also remember Bobbys on Langlands Rd, I got my Bay City Rollers trousers there, lol, there was loads of shoe shops in Govan, one was called Cherries I'm sure, also a massive one can't remember name, just round from Burleigh St, a few years back it was Bradley's chemist.
Posted by Sadie Rodgers on 29-11-2015
I stayed all over Govan, I was born in the Southern General in 1961 and was brought home to Neptune St then I stayed in Govan Rd, Broomloan Rd and Carmichael St. I went to Broomloan Rd nursery then the school. My granny Flora McFadyen was one of the oldest and longest residents in the Wine Alley. My dad was Boaby Rodgers he got knocked down and killed when I was 3 in 1964 and my mum was left a widow with 4 wee girls. I spent a lot of time at my granny's while growing up I remember we used to get payed for watching the cars when there was a game on at Ibrox. My mum's brother Spinx (George Hewitt) stayed in Teucharhill and my dad's brother Alex Rodgers drove a milk float.
Love all my memories of Govan as a wean!
1947 aerial photograph of Moorepark (Wine Alley) & Broomloan Road School Britain from Above
Posted by R. Davidson on 04-04-2015
My gran lived upstairs at 12 Water row. Every month her and neighbours would make tablet, cakes, scones and stuff. We would have concerts and the money raised would organise a trip to the seaside for the kids of the area. This was around 1954ish. I would like to know if anyone remembers these times.
Posted by Margaret Mcswegan on 01-04-2015
I have many happy memories of Govan. I was born and raised at 976 Govan road and remember concerts we used to have round the back for the neighbours and we would make costumes out of crepe paper and sing songs like" oh you beautiful doll you great big beautiful doll". Very happy days. I went to St Anthony's then St Gerard's and was there at the same time as Billy Connolly though he is a year older than me. Govan was thriving in those days. A great place to live.
1936 aerial photograph of St Gerard's Britain from Above
Posted by Margaret (Kane) Chapman on 31-03-2015
My parents lived at 49 Nethan Street and I was born at the Southern General in 1939. My father was called up at the beginning of the War and my mother died when he was in Europe, I went to live with my grandparents on Wee Logie Street, I was 2½years old and spent the rest of my childhood there until 1956 when I came to Canada with my grandmother to live with my uncle (my mum's young brother).
Helen Dunlop, Jean Donaldson, Billie Cameron and me Margaret Kane on Govan Road at bottom of Neptune Street, c1949-50.
Helen Dunlop and I have kept in touch all these years, she is only one month younger than me and lived across the street, therefore we have known each other all of our lives. As for Billie Cameron, she now lives in Montreal, her sister Isa was a war bride and came to Canada in 1948 to be with her Canadian husband and lives north of Toronto in Collingwood. (they lived up the pen at No. 14).
As for our childhood and growing up in Govan we would never change a thing, there was everything in Govan any child wanted and we never ever suffered from boredom after school, we were outside playing peever, rounders, climbing dykes, swimming at the pool and rolling our Easter eggs down the hill at Bellahouston Park. Sometimes on a Sunday we would go over to Kelvingrove and (if memory serves me) run around the suits of armour until we were thrown out of the Art Galleries. Other Sundays maybe Helen and I would visit the graves of our mothers at Cardonald Cemetery (her mother died when she was 5).
Wee Logie Street* girls on bus run to Ayr organised by Elderpark Church, c1950.
(Top) Annie McGowan, Betty Wallace, Margaret O'Neil & Sylvie Parker.
(Bottom) Janet Gilmartin, Susan Burns, Helen Dunlop, Margaret Kane, Heather McGovern & Billie Cameron.
(*Annie was from Nethan Street).
Saturday afternoons were for the matinees at one of the four movie halls; Lyceum, Plaza, Elder and Vogue. I remember Vogue would show two part Westerns that made us come back the following Saturday to find out who won the fight, there was also an entertainer named "uncle Harry" who would go up on the stage when the movie was over and ask us to wave our white hankies that we were asked to bring, we would all stand up and sing "Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" before we left.
Not a penny in our pockets other than the price of admission to the pictures on a Saturday afternoon and some extra for some sweeties, I remember my grandmother used to give Helen my sweetie coupons from the back of the Ration Book, as she had such a sweet tooth that she would have ate her way through February and March coupons even though it was only January and stores knew we were still going to be rationed for some time to come (I didn't have a sweet tooth so always had coupons to spare).
We would also put on a concert in one of the vacant stores that Helen's brother and his wife had access to, the women would make hot peas and vinegar and listen to us all singing and dancing out of sync, but what memories, what sheer fun, I wouldn't trade it for the world today.
Posted by Margaret Gibson on 10-01-2015
I lived in Kintra Street from 1946 until 1960 and went to Broomloan Road school then Govan High. I remember the baths and went there every Friday, I also remember playing in the street and when the coalman came my mum and I would follow him with a pram and pick up any coal that fell of the lorry. There was a milk depot (Cuthbertson's Dairy) at the bottom of the street where we used to go and if we were lucky they would let us feed the horses, those were the days, how I loved going to the Plaza every Saturday morning to the ABC minors and when it was our birthday we got to go up on the stage and everyone sang to us. I also went to the Glasgow City Mission which was in Kintra Street, how I loved my childhood.
Peter Monaghan with horse Smokey at Cuthbertson's Dairies in Vicarfield Street
Posted by Rena Burton on 26-06-2014
My mother was born at 68 Harmony Row in 1924, when she was about 10 she was sent to Dand's Drapers on Langlands Road to buy thread for a neighbour and got her finger caught in the door which resulted in losing the tip of it which gave her years of pain, on a lighter note on the subway to hospital she had to pace up and down with pain which resulted in her leaving the subway with her pockets jingling. Little did we no that years later I would be living above that very shop.
Fairfield Draperies later known as Dand's Draperies
Photo created by Hugh Nicolson
Posted by Ellen Macdonald Paasch on 26-06-2014
When I was a wee lassie of four living on Neptune Street in the early 50's I walked away down the street from our close and got lost. Someone took me to the Orkney Street Police Station. Eventually, my dad arrived asking if anyone had handed in a wee lassie. Naw, he was told, but we have a wee boy in the back. My dad was taken in to see the wee boy, turns out it was me. There I was, short hair, snotty-nosed from crying and eating an ice cream cone. I have no memory just my dad's story.
Orkney Street Enterprise Centre formerly Govan Police Station
Posted by Anne Hurley on 20-06-2014
I lived in Elderpark Street and the Wine Alley. Years ago Govan was a brilliant shopping place. I used to go there with my Mum to Woolworths, they had shoe shops and everything you wanted. Then the place just went to pot. In the Wine Alley, I loved the people more than anything. Best people you could meet. When in trouble the Govanites all come together. Nobody like them in the World.
Posted by Marie McIntosh on 20-06-2014
I lived at 73 Nethan Street, Govan. I loved going to the Steamie with my Mum and her friends. One day in the Summer, off we went to the Steamie, everybody went in, my Cousin and I stayed outside. We had some chalk on us and we wrote on the outside of the lovely red tiles on the wall. I can't remember what we wrote, but we were very busy. Next thing I know, this policeman appeared, he looked like a giant and he asked me what was I doing. I didn't open my mouth, I was sure I was going to jail. My cousin disappeared, the policeman went into the steamie and came out with a bucket of soapy water and a cloth to wipe it off. I cleaned it up and he must have been watching, as he came back out to see if I had done well. I asked him if I was going to jail, he said not at all and he gave me a sweetie. He said be a good girl, I don't want to see you when you're 17 causing problems.
One summer, I walked to the steamie and managed to get some photos of it. Went back to show someone the building, but it was gone. I always thought it was a listed building. It was a beautiful building and I would have thought that the powers that be could have used it for something. I'll do a bit of investigating.
Govan Baths & Steamie on Harhill Street being demolished
Posted by Norma Macdonald Krcmar on 20-06-2014
Playing out in the street with our whip and peeries my sisters and friends would have contests to see who could chalk their peerie with the best colour design. Then there was the shake the blanket with my older sisters and friends my turn wasn't coming fast enough so as usual I was whining so they gave me my turn and shake the blanket shake the blanket 1-2-3 they lifted me in the air and let the blanket go results bleeding nose and they all got a right telling off. I'm thinking I never whined at them again. I loved Govan how all the woman watched as we played there was always an adult around and if they were not outside you knew exactly where to find them sitting in a house having a cup of tea great great days I wish we had lived in Govan longer than my 5 years but we always had many visits back to see relies and old neighbours.
Posted by James Warnock on 20-06-2014
Great memories of Summertown Road baths. Used to spend all summer there paying in twice, having to queue up for second swim with towel around yourself sometimes freezing and having to wait in line. Also used to go for a bath there even though we had a bath at home. Water was always roasting hot and bath was very deep used to spend hours in it; and who can forget the carbolic soap!!!
Summertown Road Baths & Steamie 1982
Posted by Marie McIntosh on 17-09-2013
Does anyone remember going out the back courts and jumping over them? My cousins and I thought we should try this. I was the smallest and skinniest one there, there were about 10 of us up on the dyke, they're all shouting at me, so I shouts I'm just gettting ready. Next thing, I found myself lying on the ground. I was so focussed what was in front of me, I never looked behind me and I disappeared over the edge. My Mother took me to the Southern and a giant black man came in. I had never seen one before. I screamed blue murder, he wanted to pull my pants down, but no way I letting him do that to me. Poor Man, he said to my Mother, "the way she's trying to kick me I think her hips are fine".
Posted by Anon. on 01-09-2013
I remember my mum and dad and telling me how Govan was full of works, tenements, shops and pubs and how it was a vibrant place, this was very different from 1970s Govan that I grew up in, instead it was like a town after the blitz, I remember large areas of spare ground where the tenements and shops once stood, I remember playing in the old derelict tenements and works and in the rubble of demolished tenements, in the old tenements in Orkney Street we pretended to pour pints in the old Albert Bar. It was like growing up in a wasteland!
The Govan of my parents had gone, the works and the jobs and the people they spoke about had all gone. It has taken Govan many years to heal and the spare grounds and scars are all nearly gone. Govan feels vibrant again.


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Al-Fida'i were unable to spring an upset last night in Bangkok but have given themselves a chance at redemption in a fortnight's time on home soil. Palestine put forth a competent display in the first leg of 2012 Olympic Qualifying, defending valiantly out of a 4-2-3-1 formation and springing counters through Ali El-Khatib and Malmö FF rising star Hicham Ali on either wing. The star of the match for Palestine was lanky goalkeeper, Toufic Ali who handled everything thrown at him with the exception of the lone goal in the 43rd minute. Patcha Narat sprung the offsides trap and slotted home to give the home side the lead at the interval.
Thailand was once again on the front foot in the second half testing Ali's goal on numerous occasions. The Wadi Al-Nes stopper denied Patchya Narat several times before he was substituted. Thailand's best chance of the second half came from a Chalermsak Kaewsooktae free kick which was brilliantly saved by Ali.
Despite Thailand dominating for large periods of this match Palestine had a golden opportunity late in the game to equalize through Khaled Salem who put a shot just wide of the net from inside the box. The Merkaz Tulkarem striker, given the tough task of playing alone up front, was a menace and a handful for the Thai defence. The team had a strong final 10 minutes as Thailand looked to defend their 1-0 lead.
The return leg is set to be played on March 9th in Palestine at Al-Ram's Faisal Al-Husseini Memorial Stadium, kickoff is set for 1800 local time.
Palestine manager Mokhtar "The Dinosaur" Al-Talili blamed the loss on fatigue with the players having only 48 hours to adjust to the five hour time difference:
"We don't have a big stadium like this so the players were not familiar with playing in such a big stadium. The time difference of five hours also affected our players. The wet conditions made it difficult for us to play," he said.
"Thailand are a good team but we still have a chance in the second leg."
Palestine XI:
Toufic Ali (GK); Ahmad Salameh, Mustafa Abu Kweik, Nadim Barghouthi, Salim Darooby; Mahmoud Koori (Mohammed Al-Sadoody), Fayez Aslieh (Mus'ab Al-Batat), Ali El-Khatib (Amjad Zidan), Ahmad Mearry, Hicham Ali; Khaled Salim.


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The current Anglican Use Book of Divine Worship includes all the major B.C.P. prayers for the Holy Communion, except the Prayer of Consecration and the Prayer of Oblation. With a second edition, suitably based on older B.C.P.'s and the English Missal, apparently in preparation at the Vatican, it is interesting to speculate on whether an Anglican Canon will be included, or whether, as in the B.D.W., only the Roman Canon (and the other three post-conciliar Eucharistic Prayers) will be included. I exclude discussion of the enormous number of modern Eucharistic Prayers throughout the Anglican Communion - their name is legion - since most of them are frankly too low in their doctrine, and hardly any have much intercession included. I have previously blogged on this, and have just left the following comments on Fr Hunwicke's blog:
...for any Anglican Canon to be inserted in the upcoming Roman Rite Anglican Use Missal (B.D.W. 2.0) - so far as I can see, the only way to do so would be to follow the Scottish 1764 Communion Office, and have the Prayer of Consecration immediately followed by the Prayer of Memorial and Oblation, with the Prayer for the Church tacked on at the end, rather than read at or before the Offertory. (Rome would also require, as it has for all new Eucharistic Prayers, that the Epiclesis be put back before the Consecration, as in other Anglican traditions than the Scottish and its daughter the American.) But would not having these three prayers in sequence make for a very long Canon?
...the Scottish rearrangement (which derives from the 1718 Nonjurors' liturgy) is... :
- Prayer of Consecration;
- Prayer of Memorial and Oblation;
- Prayer for the Church.
By putting the Prayer for the Church last, and including the words "accept our Oblation", it makes it clear that the Eucharist is an impetratory sacrifice, not merely one of praise and thanksgiving: it is offered up for determinate ends.
As St Cyril of Jerusalem says,
"Then when the spiritual sacrifice, the bloodless act of worship is complete, we beseech God, on the ground of that sacrifice of propitiation, for the common peace of the churches; for the stability of the world; for kings; for our soldiers and allies; for the sick and afflicted; in fact, we pray for all who need help, and for them we offer this sacrifice. Next, we remember those who have fallen asleep before us; first the Patriarchs, Apostles, Martyrs; that by their prayers and intercessions God may receive our supplication. After that we pray for the holy Fathers and bishops who have already fallen asleep; and, in short, for all the departed, believing that it will be the greatest advantage for the souls of those for whom this supplication is offered when the holy and awful sacrifice is set before God. We offer up Christ, sacrificed for our sins, propitiating our compassionate God on their behalf, and on our own."[Mystagogical Catecheses 5, 7-10]
The Prayer for the Church, in its more catholic recensions (1549, as returned to and reworked by the Nonjurors and the Scots, praying for the dead and fulsomely commemorating the Saints), fits this description admirably. As Bishop Thomas Brett (1667-1744) wrote:
"The Reason of the Thing also pleads for putting the Prayer for all estates and Conditions of Men after the Consecration, for as it is one general End of Sacrifice, and of this Eucharistick Sacrifice in particular, to render our Prayers more effectual...it is certainly most proper, that the Sacrifice or Oblation should first be offered, and that Prayer should be made whilst it lies upon the altar, and is already dedicated to God."
It will be observed that this order is in fact the common pattern of the post-Conciliar Roman Eucharistic Prayers:
- Proemium;
- Epiclesis;
- Consecration;
- Anamnesis/Memorial;
- Oblation;
- Prayer for Communicants;
- Intercesssion for the Living and the Dead with Commemoration of the Saints;
- Doxology.
Note that, in regard to the Epiclesis, Rome has been clear that in the Roman Rite, for the avoidance of all confusion, it must be placed before the Consecration, so 1549 must be followed, not the Nonjurors, the Scots and the Americans.
So much for what I've written already; here is an example of the text of such an "Anglican Canon" - this is from the Scottish B.C.P. of 1929, except for the restoration of the most express and orthodox 1764 Epiclesis, moved back to before the Consecration (where it was found until that year), and so to fit the sense, changing "For" back to "Who" and deleting "he", and the petition for the Queen and Government moved to after that for the Church and clergy, to avoid Erastianism (I have also restored the words "to accept our Oblations" from the 1764, and inserted the Pope to signify Catholic communion):
ALL glory and thanksgiving be to thee, Almighty God, our heavenly Father, for that thou of thy tender mercy didst give thine only Son Jesus Christ to suffer death upon the cross for our redemption; who, by his own oblation of himself once offered, made a full, perfect, and sufficient sacrifice, oblation, and satisfaction, for the sins of the whole world; and did institute, and in his holy Gospel command us to continue, a perpetual memorial of that his precious death and sacrifice until his coming again.And we most humbly beseech thee, O merciful Father to hear us, and of thy almighty goodness vouchsafe to bless and sanctify, with thy word and Holy Spirit, these thy gifts and creatures of bread and wine, that they may become the body and blood of thy most dearly beloved Son.Who in the night that he was betrayed, took bread; and when he had given thanks, he brake it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, Take, eat, this is my Body, which is given for you: Do this in remembrance of me. Likewise after supper he took the cup; and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of this, for this is my Blood of the new testament, which is shed for you and for many for the remission of sins: Do this as oft as ye shall drink it in remembrance of me.
Wherefore, O Lord, and heavenly Father, according to the institution of thy dearly beloved Son our Saviour Jesus Christ, we thy humble servants do celebrate and make here before thy Divine Majesty, with these thy holy gifts, which we now offer unto thee, the memorial thy Son hath commanded us to make; having in remembrance his blessed passion, and precious death, his mighty resurrection, and glorious ascension; rendering unto thee most hearty thanks for the innumerable benefits procured unto us by the same, and looking for his coming again with power and great glory.
And we earnestly desire thy fatherly goodness, mercifully to accept this our sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving, most humbly beseeching thee to grant, that by the merits and death of thy Son Jesus Christ, and through faith in his blood, we and all thy whole Church may obtain remission of our sins, and all other benefits of his passion.
And here we humbly offer and present unto thee, O Lord, ourselves, our souls and bodies, to be a reasonable, holy, and living sacrifice unto thee, beseeching thee that all we who shall be partakers of this Holy Communion may worthily receive the most precious Body and Blood of thy Son Jesus Christ, and be fulfilled with thy grace and heavenly benediction, and made one body with him, that he may dwell in us and we in him.
And although we be unworthy, through our manifold sins, to offer unto thee any sacrifice; yet we beseech thee to accept this our bounden duty and service, not weighing our merits, but pardoning our offences, through Jesus Christ our Lord; by whom, and with whom, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, all honour and glory be unto thee, O Father Almighty, world without end. Amen.
Let us pray for the whole state of Christ's Church.
ALMIGHTY and Everliving God, who by thy holy Apostle hast taught us to make intercessions and to give thanks for all men: We humbly pray thee most mercifully to accept our Oblations, and to receive these our supplications which we offer unto thy Divine Majesty; beseeching thee to inspire continually the universal Church with the spirit of truth, unity, and concord; and grant that all they that do confess thy holy Name may agree in the truth of thy holy word, and live in unity and godly love.
Give grace, O heavenly Father, to all Bishops, Priests, and Deacons, [and especially to thy servants N. our Pope and N. our Bishop,] that they may both by their life and doctrine set forth thy true and living word, and rightly and duly administer thy holy Sacraments: and to all thy people give thy heavenly grace, and especially to this Congregation here present, that they may hear and receive thy holy word, truly serving thee in holiness and righteousness all the days of their life.We beseech thee also to save and defend all Kings, Princes, and Governors, and especially thy servant Elizabeth our Queen, and all who are put in authority under her, that we may be godly and quietly governed.
We most humbly beseech thee of thy goodness, O Lord, to comfort and succour all those who in this transitory life are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity.
We commend to thy gracious keeping, O Lord, all thy servants departed this life in thy faith and fear, beseeching thee to grant them everlasting light and peace.
And we yield unto thee most high praise and hearty thanks, for the wonderful grace and virtue declared in all thy Saints, who have been the choice vessels of thy grace, and the lights of the world in their several generations: and chiefly in the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord and God, and in the Holy Patriarchs, Prophets, Apostles, and Martyrs, beseeching thee to give us grace to follow the example of their stedfastness in thy faith, and obedience to thy holy commandments, that * at the day of the general resurrection, we, and all they who are of the mystical body of thy Son, may be set on his right hand, and hear his most joyful voice, Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
Grant this, O Father, for Jesus Christ's sake, our only Mediator and Advocate. Amen.
[*Add ", strengthened by their fellowship, and aided by their prayers" - from the Scottish 1929 B.C.P., Prayers and Thanksgivings, Prayer 51.]
Does this appear a sufficiently orthodox Catholic Eucharistic Prayer, or not?


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According to authorities, four different handlers were working with the animal, a 5-year-old grizzly bear named Rocky. Rocky was responding to all of his cues, doing exactly what he was supposed to do, when suddenly it turned on the handler and bit him on the neck, killing him. There are no plans presently to euthanize the bear.
After the attack, trainers were able to subdue the animal using pepper spray, and the bear went calmly back into its enclosure.
The trainer, 39-year-old Stephan Miller from Canyon Country, died at the scene.
Rocky is 7-and-a-half feet tall, weighs 700 pounds and has appeared in a scene in "Semi-Pro" in which Will Ferrell's character wrestles a bear to promote his basketball team.
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I honestly do not know why so many people are thinking that something is wrong with Tesla and why it must be saved now. All other autos on another hand need a very serious shake up, just to survive what is coming now. Tesla Model 3 will unleash the true mass market for electric cars. Tesla has outsold Audi 8, BMW 7 and Mercedes S-Class last year in the Western Europe already, now Elon Musk is going for the BMW 3 admirers.
While a general public is still sleeping at the wheels of cancer hazard polluting diesel and petrol cars, "Electric Billionaire Club" is busy adding billions to their fortunes. Elon Musk is working now on his "Secret Master Plan" promised to be released shortly - I guess to add to the excitement and publicity around Tesla Gigafactory Grand Opening on July 29th. What this one will be about? "Creating a seamlessly integrated Tesla battery & solar power product that looks beautiful", as Elon Musk twitted about the reason for Tesla buying out Solar City. Will Tesla announce the "Mobile Phone" style payment plan for its Electric Cars and Solar systems, when customers can choose an electric car from Tesla or add to it Tesla's Solar System including Energy Storage and pay a simple monthly fee for it? Or can we expect something even more groundbreaking? For example, like how to make millions of electric cars Tesla Model 3 really super fast? I will throw the wild one: major strategic alliance announcement with Apple to build dozens of Gigafactories all around the world and license Tesla Model 3 powertrains.
Or will it be another member of "Electric Billionaire club involved? Warren Buffett has a stake in BYD. This New Energy conglomerate from China is the largest EVs manufacturer in the world, conveniently located in the largest market for electric cars in China. Any combination of technology, skills, capital and market access in China between Tesla and BYD will throw all other automakers back in the ICE age overnight. Then Sir Branson will be definitely right on the spot with his prediction.
Elon Musk Moves To Tesla Solar Cities: The Goal - Exit The Fossil Fuels Era As Soon As Possible.
There are very heated debates on the CNBC, Bloomberg and in social media about Elon Musk's bold move to buy out SolarCity by Tesla. Number crunchers will point out to the SolarCity problems, family connections, conflicts of interests and "how many people would be better by buying Tesla Electric Car than Tesla's stock during the recent underwriting". Smarter short sellers can point out to the "disarray of the solar industry in general" after the collapse of the Sun Edison. Everything will work now - just to cover the Big Short. They all have a very little time left ... Elon Musk will spell it all out one more time at the Tesla Gigafactory "opening" in July.
Elon Musk has actually talked about it numerous times and this video from the last December in France represents the short answer. It is not about money, at least not in Wall Street sense: how much have we cut from our clients in the last Q? It is all about the vision and goal. Elon Musk sends the last warning to $12 Trillion Transportation and Energy Industries: join disruption or be disrupted. He is already ahead the curve explained so brilliantly by Tony Seba. He is changing the world. "The Goal - Exit The Fossil Fuels Era As Soon As Possible."
At his new level, money is of interest to Elon Musk only as a metrics to stay solvent and have enough fuel to propel his vision. In his lengthy letter to all stakeholders of Space X he has said it all - if he could choose he would stay private as long as he can with Tesla as well. And he should not really complain - Tesla has its recent financing for "Model 3 expansion" on the fly.
Elon Musk's real value is his ability to move very fast using the advanced technology is giving him to fill the market's void. 400,000 reservations of Tesla Model 3 in a month have demonstrated that people are ready to buy the best electric cars at the right price. They are ready for the Solar power at the right price as well.
Technology is driving us very fast to those right prices. The map from Solar City above is showing the space we need to power all USA with existing Solar Power generation technology today. Fast falling prices for lithium batteries make Electric Cars and Solar power possible. UBS has recent finally killed Hydrogen Myth and Fool Cells for transportation in its report - pure battery electric cars will be the future. Boston Consulting Group at the same Benchmark Battery Supply Conference in London was talking about Solar in Germany. For 40% households, it makes more sense to buy Solar and Energy Storage together already! The return on the capital is higher. Elon Musk is using the market opportunity to pick up Solar City at the distressed level of valuation and bring it into the Tesla family creating the 21st Century Energy Business. We are talking here about Energy Generation and Storage business disrupting $12 trillion industries. Some of this storage will be on wheels, some at your house, some at utility scale - Elon Musk goes to the 1st level of physics: electricity is the most efficient form of energy known to us. Now we can produce Solar power cheaper and we can store it and use when we can.
$5.3 Trillion dollars subsidies for fossil fuels worldwide according to the IMF is the void to be filled once you become competitive on price. Electric Cars with Tesla Model 3 and Gigafactory are moving there and Solar is getting there as well. So if Elon Musk will take 20% of this subsidised sector can we talk about Tesla as $1 Trillion market cap company one day? I do not know, but it looks that Elon Musk can get there much faster than Apple now. My cry to Apple was for years to Buy Tesla and now to partner up with Elon Musk and start building dozens of Gigafactories all over the world to bring us Holy Grail for the mass market for electric cars $100 per kWh of lithium battery in your new EV. Then my 20/200 formula will finish Fossil Fuels: when $20k buys you EV with better performance than BMW 2 type car with 200 miles range. Holy Grail means that battery will cost only $5k in that car. The rest Foxconn knows how to do with Tesla. Will it ever happen? The question is only when now.
Please do not get me wrong and read my disclaimer - I am not talking about any shares, business valuations and other small things along this road. We are talking here about the World just before the INTERNET. This is Energy rEVolution. Lithium Technology and the magic metal Lithium are at the very heart of it. Why Lithium and why I am personally investing in "Sugar" for all that "Warren Buffett's' Coca-Cola" business above are on the links below. Read more."
Lithium Race Moves Into Ludicrous Mode: Elon Musk - Tesla Will Build 1 Million Electric Cars A Year By 2020.
Now we can talk about the mass market for electric cars for real! Despite all naysayers and enormous challenges Elon Musk accelerates our lithium race into the ludicrous mode. Not only Tesla Model 3 will get this "Ludicrous Mode" option as well, but Tesla production estimates are now moved into that area. Elon Musk is talking about reaching 500,000 electric cars a year two years earlier now in 2018 and mind-boggling production rate increase for Tesla to 1,000,000 electric cars a year in 2020!
In order to comprehend the magnitude of this very complex manufacturing operation you have to check the production rate this year: in 2016 Tesla is aiming to deliver ... 80,000 to 90,000 EVs. Financial pundits are rushing to explain already how it cannot be done on time and that Tesla will need capital and short sellers are announcing their positions. Elon Musk response is a sleeping bag next to production line to check the quality of Tesla model X on-line. Life will never be easy for those who are making things to happen. Pundits will be pundits - they will continue to talk, Elon Musk will be Elon Musk - a billionaire with the sustainable vision for this world to move forward and he will continue to make unbelievable and disrupt $12 Trillion Industry of Energy and Transportation.
And now he is not alone, in order to move really fast we need millions of electric cars being produced by 2020. Who will make them? Will Apple try at least to buy Tesla and put Elon Musk in charge of Energy rEVolution as its CEO? In combination with Foxconn's lithium batteries Megafactory, $800 million EV production plant being built in China and manufacturing base to produce millions of iPhones and iPads it could be a short cut to EV domination. Can BYD with warren Buffett on board strike a strategic alliance with Tesla? BYD is building a few lithium batteries Megafactories in China and Brazil. It is now the largest EV producer in China. Can Germans finally to wake up, that they do not have any real electric cars to show and do something with Elon Musk?
We can be sure only of two things here and now. First is that Elon Musk is "super smart" and he can see what we are talking about much better, his answer will surprise again and exceed all our expectations. And second, please take the latest Lithium Demand projections from everybody and throw them out in the window. We are moving from talking to walking - electric cars are still below 1% of auto sales worldwide.
Now you can check the lithium price chart. It is not the matter of price anymore - availability of lithium supply is crucial now. It is important that it will be enough. When everybody and their grandma will be moving into Coca-Cola business, sugar becomes priceless. Lithium is the magic metal at the heart of this rEVolution and will power our sweet dreams. It is all easy in the end: just take the best people in the industry, 7 years of sweat and tears and you can see some recognition in the market. Next wave in our Lithium development industry will be the separation of the dreams and the real people with the dreams making real solid projects to work. Please remember, a lot of people will be talking, others were already long time walking. The development of lithium brine operations takes minimum 5 years and hard rock lithium mining makes people happy with 7-8 years full cycle from the discovery. International Lithium is moving its projects on 3 continents now with the best partners in the industry and Elon Musk helps us with his advice: Read more."
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Several years ago, I came across an article in The Mountain Astrologer by Alex Miller. It was one of the most unusual things I've ever read. Alex's specialty is asteroids. He now has a website where he discusses politics (he's no fan of trump) and other headline news. The astrology of asteroids may be one big synchronicity machine!
When I got an email from Alex about his new site, I immediately clicked on and then asked him – so when is Trump going to be gone? His response: "As for Trump, the August eclipse is on his Ascendant, and Pluto stations in September exactly opposed his Nemesis.
So he may not be OUT by then, but he should be well under way! :^)"
Who says the universe doesn't have a sense of humor? Pluto opposed to his NEMESIS? There's really an asteroid with that name?!
But it gets better. In a subsequent email, he wrote:
"It's funnier than you think! The day Comey was fired, asteroid Mueller was exactly on Trump's natal Nemesis! Natally, Mueller is part if what I call Trump's "Russian Grand Cross" – Jupiter conjunct Chiron (political wound) opposing asteroids Russia and Mueller, squared to asteroids Sergej and Nemesis on one side, and Lavrov on the other! Transiting Vladimir, Jupiter and Sergej were conjunct Jupiter/Chiron for the firing, with transiting Rosenstein on Lavrov, and Truth, Lie and Mueller on Sergej/Nemesis.
"Who needs a newspaper? :^)"
So check out his site. It's going to be one of my daily stops!