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I would like to add my congratulations and thanks to the organisers of this excellent website, for their hard work and attention to detail. My great grand parents, Hamiltons and Stewarts, came from the Vale where they worked in the calico block-print works. I have learnt a lot about this history through your site. They emigrated to Australia in the 1860s. Soon I hope to retrace their steps back to Bonhill, Balloch, etc.

I attended Jamestown Public, VOLA and Lennox Tech, in Dumbarton and Clydebank My grandfather (another Walter Buchanan) lived on George street in Bonhill, and was a foreman in United Turkey Red (UTR) From the age of five untll I emigrated to Canada in 1966, my main source of fun, was 1st Jamestown life boys and boys brigade. The leaders were Willie mc crae, Eddie Scotland and Murdoch Cameron, and who could forget Bertie Bilsland, who I’m sure will be well remembered in the vale.

I lived in Argyll street from the age of 5. gas lighting urban dictionary I lived in a single end st number 18. I went to leven vale school. I remember lots of friends,the MacGregor’s at number20 Sammy den it, Joe layden Phillip and AnnTeer and the McGowan’s who lived at the top of number18. my family moved to Tullichewan to a new prefab in Bromley Crescent until 1950 and then moved to a bigger house in Bon hill and I went to Bon hill school before going to the vale academy.When I was 14 I worked as a message boy for Stuart Mirrlees delivering shopping on a bike with a large basket on the front. After leaving school I served as an apprentice to Arthur Miller the blacksmith in burn Street until 1958 when I enlisted in the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders for 9 years serving in Cyprus, Germany, Edinburgh, Singapore and Borneo. After leaving the forces in 1967 I went back to my trade and spent the next 32 years shoeing horses in Northumberland until retirement. Yours sincerely Ernie McDougall.

Thank you for publishing my letter dated 2nd December 13.I would like to add some other memories of Argyll Street and the people I knew.One of my earliest memories is of playing soldiers when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Up above were some fighter planes having a dog fight and I fired my gun ( a shovel) up at the planes and one of them began to spin down. I ran away and his because I thought I would get wrong for shooting down a plane with my granny’s coal shovel. In 1948 my teacher Miss Angus was one of the first owners of a emerald green Morris Minor which I thought was wonderful. Today I own a 1953 Morris Minor of the same coulor which I saved from from a scrap yard 20 years ago and rebuilt. I remember Black’s pony in the field across from the school. The little swine bit me on the arm when giving it an apple. Who can remember the air raid shelters being demolished and the men who tied nets to the park railings to catch rabbits. electricity transmission I used to love the agricultural show that was held in the hospital field behind the plantation. Who remembers George the giant the Aberdeen Angus bull.Adding to the people I knew are Jim and Betty Ferguson,Ruby Mcilhone, Janet Strang and Billy Whiteford. I had a lot of happy memories of Argyll Street, it was a wonderful place to grow up. If any of the above people are still around I would love to hear from them. Keep up the good work,

My name is Rhona Prowse (nee Hay) and I emigrated to Adelaide, Australia in 1982 with my husband (Walter) and 2 daughters (Sharon and Victoria). I was born in Govan Drive and lived in Alexandria and Balloch until emigrating. I have just read the article on the churches and it has brought back some very happy memories. Sunday school in the tin hut at the top of Argyle Street,

Dad died a few years ago but without having any memory of his Fathers face , I also would like to see an image of him. I believe he worked in a factory but sang in the Working Men’s Clubs we all hope that our Grandfather will be in a photograph from one of his Gigs. Is there anyone out there who can help ? My Grandfather was also a member of The Ancient Order of the Hibernians, indeed they paid for his original gravestone.

I am writing to ask if anyone remembers ‘The Northerners’ which was at Alexandria North parish Church in the "70’s. gas house pike frederick md We put on various shows for the public within the church. Me and my family were all part of this fantastic group and were very much part of the church at the time. If anyone has any video footage, photos or memories of this group then I would love to see/hear from you to show my own children now. The minister at the time was Mr Gilfillin. We had many a good time.

We would be grateful if you could help us to get in touch with our first neighbours when we married in 1955.They were David and Jean Scott and we lived next door at 29 Wilson Street. We became good friends, but as often happens, we lost touch when we returned to England. David’s family ran the Ironmongers business on Bank Street and I believe David took over when his Dad retired.

My great grandfather was Robert Pollock who married Christina Hart in 1895. My grandmother, Janet Muir Pollock was one of their daughters. Family legend has it that Robert served in WW I and died after the end of the war due to ill effects of poisonous gas used during the war. Christina and daughter Janet (perhaps other children as well) immigrated to North America after his death. Janet, my grandmother died a few years ago having never become a citizen of this country. My mother is also named Janet.

Hi: I lived on Main Street , corner of Arthur and Main St. until 1965 when we immigrated to Canada…I went to Main Street School then onto the VOLA. The shop on the corner was owned by Woods who later sold it to the Kairns, Alex, Nancy and their daughter Barbara. I have been able to contact a few of my school/neighbourhood friends but I am sure there are a lot more out there and I would love to hear from them.

My name is Graeme Logie, and I lived in Alexandria until I was 5.5 years old. I moved to California, when my father, James W. electricity production in chad Logie, was hired at Hewlett-Packard in California, in 1967. I attended Christie Park School for a short time, August 1966-March 1967, and my Primary 1 teacher was Roberta Young. I have only faint memories of living there. I lived on Mitchell Street, across from the Co-Op building, down the street from McDermott’s (sp?) newspaper shop on Bank Street, and upstairs from the close that led to the washing rooms in the common green area. I remember some neighbors, Jim & Jean Henderson, and their daughter Dorothy. I think Jean worked at the sweet shop just down the street from the CP School, and near the bowling club.

My father’s side of the family has been Vale folk since at least the early 1900’s. My grandfather, James Logie, married Lillian Champion, and raised 3 children, Mary, James (Jim), and David in the Bonhill and Balloch/Mill of Haldane areas. Mary married Lachlan "Lachie" Cameron of Cameron Dairies in Jamestown, later Dumbarton, as mentioned in the history of Jamestown. James "Jim/Jimmy" worked for Westclox, Singer, and Burroughs, and played for the Vale FPs until we left for the US. I have memories of watching him play on the red blaze at the Vale of Leven Academy. David married Margaret Glen, daughter of Thomas (Tam) Glen, a familiar name in the Vale.

My dad worked at Dalqurhun, later at Singer. sgas belfast My mum’s first job after having us was at the Turkey Red in the Vale. We lived in the tenements just next to the factory gates in Alexander Street. …..last time I went there it was a very small triangle with aggressive youths in shell suits telling me I was some kind of dobber. Sad. When I lived there it was huge, with a whole community, and we played on the roofs of the wash houses, leaping over to the river towpath. There was a whole universe of excitement – and the railway triangle gave us an environmental wilderness to explore (though looking back it was probably just gorse bushes).

You could go near the river, and we collected baggie minnas and sticklebacks, but we were told that we must avoid at all costs Linbrain Hole. This whirlpool (or so we were told) terrified us. And you could see the water swirling, so we believed it. I went to sleep every Friday night with an old guy staggering down Alexander St singing – " Good aul the vale. Grigor Mcgrigor, Good aul the vale". For many years I assumed that this was that way we did things in the Vale! Now I’d dearly love to find out who Grigor Mcgrigor was, and what he did.

How things have changed. What I saw when I went back to my Alexander Street tenement was a very small space. What I remember was a universe of opportunity for games and adventure. How did we cram so many people into such a small space? Mind you – don’t really miss the communal toilet on the tenement landing!! My daughter is buried in the cemetery, so I will always have a connection with the Valley of the Leven.

A regular at these games was a local worthy,namely the said,Grigor Macgrigor.He was known to have great admiration for one paricular member of the team.Throughout a game he could be heard on numerous occassions,bellowing ,the words," gee the baw tae alex Mayberry "This allways resulted in great laughter,from,the other Vale men in the crowd and in these days crowds were big at the Millburn.

I was given your site by a cousin of mine and I used to live in the Vale and Balloch. I think it is a fantastic site and brought back a lot of memory’s for me. electricity 220v My name is Sarah Lees but most people will remember me as Sandra Lees. I went to the Vale of Leven Academy and left to live in Australia in 1993 I lived there for 18 years and have recently moved to Ontario New York where my husband and I were married in October 21st 2010.

I have been on your site and found it very interesting. I was brought up in Levenbank Terrace, number 22, it was a great place to be brought up in and it gave me the foundation for a good life. My parents George and Agnes (Nancy) myself and my brother Ian moved to this area from Pollockshaws, we were both very young when we moved to the terrace. Our two bedroom upstairs flat with outside toilet has a lot of fantastic memories. Below us lived Mr and Mrs Dun, then across from us on the same level was Mrs Bruce, Below Mrs Bruce was Mr Lewis and his family, I think Mr Lewis was one of the first people to trundle up the terrace cobbles on an AA motorcycle with a side car, it was brilliant to see him in his uniform with his brown leather boots. Forget Wallace & Grommet.

My brother and me and out friends used to look forward to school holidays, I went to Jamestown School, Miss MacArthur and Miss Coloughn from Luss were my teachers, great school. We used to go fishing up the burn, we would start down Dalvait and with our wellies, or plimsolls on would hed up the burn with our carrot net and tryn and catch trout, we could be out all day and only get back late in the afternoon with our catch, we used to try and sell it to the hotels in Balloch.

I have so many things that I could say about this beautiful part of the world and so many memories that it would take me forever, it was a great place, and the people were so kind and caring, Elliot’s shop, and also Davidson’s (where I used to buy 10 penny pickles out of the big jar with my pocket money, getting sugar sandwiches for doing errands, Jimmy Smiths pub, the co-operative when you bought butter from Mrs Miller and it was wrapped in paper, the horse and cart coming up the terrace to deliver milk, loved giving the horse pinched bread, playing Milton and Naperson terrace in dung field, the piggery that used to be over our terrace wall, the station, oh when should I stop, I could go on for ever.

i have been reading about a mr Livesy from Tullichewan.I am sure I went to school with your sister Moira.I can remember you and Alex coming to my mothers house and my brother giving you guitar lessons.his name is Chic Mcmonagle and we lived at 29 bannachra crescent I changed my name to Johnny Tempest and I ended up earning my living playing my guitar. I played all the local venues and then played all over Scotland and the north of England.I found new management and he changed my name to Johnny T Logan, I never looked back since.I have a new life altogether and have now lived in London for almost 30yrs.I was awarded a great honour and privilage of been made a free man of the city of london.Unusual for a nobody who was born in Stirling street Renton and brought up in Tullichewan.

Hi I was born in at 5 stirling St my grandfather was Archie {redie} McKinley my uncle jimmy owned macaronies the baker on main St there was also a sangesters fruit shop on main St next to the the school an galones ice cream on main St,across from Jackie mullens store was further down McKinney,s sweetie shop was also across from the school he would come across to the school at playtime and we would buy some sweeties I do have the first book about the renton and the cover photo is some of my great grand ma and my mother shes the one with the white hat sitting next to my aunt I was a little disappointed on the inside stories as the never mentioned the McIntyre the McKinley Fleming,s the mills or even the Houston and I know these people were still there when it was published now I know they have other books which I would like to purchase if you can give me the address

I would appreciate hearing from any old school mates from Haldane Primary, Vale of Leven Academy & Clydebank Tech who knew me in the sixties & seventies. At the moment I reside in Johannesburg, South Africa, although I am working on a construction site in Tamatave, Madagascar. It is 22 years since I have been in Scotland but I would really appreciate contacts from past associates, male & female.