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To my surprise South Lodge (or Bank House as it was also
once known) was being demolished. I felt very sad to see it in
this state as I looked into the room where I was born and I grew
up in and remembering the recess in the wall where my bed
used to be I can vaguely remember when we got a heavy
thunder storm I would jump into the bed in the wall and my
mother would pull the curtain across, this made me feel safe.
Looking into the derelict house made me think of my brothers
and little sister, to think that was where we were all born, again
thinking back, my memories of me and my brothers having to sit
on the table one after the other as my mother got us all washed
and ready to go up to Greenock for the day, and we had to sit
while she got ready. Yes the memories came flooding back.
Living in this top of the house covered the entire bottom two
houses, incidentally the one facing the Wemyss Bay Hotel at the
bottom used to be a post office as I remember. The views from
the rooms were marvellous you could look out of the dining room
window and see Arran and the Cumbrae Island which lies off
Largs.The front bedroom window overlooked the upper Clyde
across to Innellan and Dunoon with all the mountains in the back
ground it was an artists dream.
Our house was the South Lodge to Lord Inverclyde’s estate and
when you entered the estate past our house the shore road went
round the bay next to the sea, this continued for about a mile or
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so and then it went up a hill and it came to the North Lodge
which met the main road to Inverkip and Glasgow.
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lengths, it was quite an achievement for someone with one hand
to make.
When I was about four or five years old I was taken ill with
scarlet fever, which in those days was a very serious illness. I
was taken to an isolation hospital near Greenock I think it was
Larkfield, apparently I was very ill.
The week before I was taken ill I had caught some small fish
called stickle backs and the nick name was "baggy minows" so
when my mother came to take me home she thought that I
wasn’t her son as I had changed so much, but when I arrived at
the house the first thing I asked for was where is my "baggy
minows" and my mother apparently breathed a sigh of relief as it
proved who I was.
Not long after I had come home from the isolation hospital and
there was an outbreak of diphtheria and me and my brother Alex
caught it and were sent to the isolation hospital. It sticks in my
mind quite vividly, in the middle of the ward there was a floral
display that consisted of a huge pyramid of plant pots with a
lovely display of flowers of various types and my brother Alex
and I decided to have a go with the peddle car that was in the
ward for the use of the patients, so I was in the car and Alex was
pushing me and he must have decided to give me an extra big
push and I couldn’t control the steering and we went straight into
the towering pyramid of plant pots which came crashing down
and made a terrible mess all over the ward. I can remember the
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nurses cleaning it all up, but I can’t remember what they said to
us, perhaps it’s as well. It must have been a very big upset for
me to remember it so vividly.
When the herring fishing smacks were fishing in the Clyde they
used to come into the Wemyss Bay pier to unload their catch
and send them up to Glasgow. When the men were loading them
into boxes they used to give us some to take home, I can
remember my mother making soused herrings and I used to love
eating them.
The steamers all had their names and as far as I can recall they
were the Jupiter, Columba, King George V, Jeanie Deans,
Duchess of Fife and Marchioness of Graham. Then you had
the turbines, these were the ships that didn’t have paddles, they
were called the Duchess of Argyll and the Duchess of
Montrose.
On all of the steamers they had a small band all they had was
three instruments, a piano accordion a violin and a big base, so
you can imagine on a beautiful sunny sultry summers day you
could hear all of this music drifting over the Clyde with all the
steamers plying to and fro as they travelled to their destinations
it brings back great memories, with the mountains all purple and
green with the mountains of Arran situated in the back ground it
is really a great memory.
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I have heard since that some of the steamers were lost in the
war, but they played a very big part in the wonderful days of the
pre-war years of the Clyde.
They were coal fired and had a sort of two-stroke steam engine
that caused the sound from them and the smoke coming out of
the funnel in little puffs that gave them that name.
They were sturdy little vessels and had a shallow draught and
fairly flat bottomed, they would arrive at their destination where
their was no jetty to unload their cargo, so they would wait until
high water and then beach themselves and when the tide went
out they would unload their cargo and load up again with
something else, then wait for the tide to come in and refloat
them and they would fire their boilers and go puff puffing away
to their next destination. They were quite attractive little ships,
painted black with a red hull and a red funnel with a black band
round the top. I can just see them now as I think back to the
1930’s.
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The local stables were situated at the bridge which was just
along the road towards the station and the draymen used to ask
my father if they could borrow Miffy to take to the stables to
catch the rats. When they borrowed him they would take him to
the stable door and open the door and shout rats and Miffy
would run in and they would close the door very quickly. After
about five minutes they would go in and there would be a few
dead rats. He used to have a sore nose after his ratting
escapades and my father would put some ointment on. They
used to say that Miffy was the best ratter they had ever seen.
My mother used to put Edith out in her pram in the path by our
door for fresh air and Miffy was always sitting diligently guarding
Edith. There was a very wealthy family who lived along the shore
road at Cardell, which incidentally was demolished and now
there is a block of flats. However the owners were the
MacGeorge's and they had a big white bull terrier with blood
shot eyes and if it saw any of us when we were playing out on
the shore it would make a bee line for any of us, I was terrified of
it.
As I was saying Miffy was sitting guarding the pram in our garden
path when the bull terrier called Wrinkle came sniffing up to the
pram, Miffy wasn’t having this and their was a terrible fight and
poor Miffy was badly mauled, he was so badly injured gangrene
set in and we had to have the poor dog put down.
It was not long after this that when I was playing down at the
waters edge on the shore, when I saw the maid from Cardell
taking Wrinkle for a walk, it saw me and started to bark and
come after me, fortunately for me my father was in our garden
which was just above a breakwater, which was nearer to me and
he saw what was happening and he ran down the pebbly shore
and picked up some big stones and threw them at Wrinkle if any
had hit it the dog they would have killed it. The maid was
running around shouting “don’t hurt Wrinkle“.
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I am sure if my father had not lost his hand in the 1914-18 war
he would have strangled the dog, I suppose he would be thinking
of Miffy at the time as well as saving me, I can remember being
very frightened at the time.
As I have mentioned I used to push Edith in her pram all over the
bay. My favourite walk was along the shore and opposite the
creek there used to be a little lane; I walked up the lane and
turned right at the top up past Mr McPhail's house till I got to
the top and then I turned left opposite Thompson’s field and
walked up past The Cliff big house and further up the road to
where Mr Napier’s house where there was a road that turned
off down towards the main road for Inverkip and Gourock, if I had
carried on without going right it would take me on to the castle.
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Going back to the rowing boat we kept it pulled up the shore and
kept it at the bottom of the steps which went down to the sea
from our back yard. When it was threatening to blow up a storm
we pulled the boat up further along the beach. It was a very sea
worthy boat with a broad beam and was a little larger than the
average rowing boats. It was painted blue and we used to go out
fishing with a spinner and caught mackerel, by this method you
had to keep rowing the boat so that the fish thought that the
spinner was a small fish,. We used to anchor and fish for cod and
flounders.
This was the time that I used to be nervous when we saw the big
Cunard Liners sailing out of the Clyde as the wash, to me, looked
like mountains coming towards our boat, with me being so little I
used to duck down.
In the bow of the boat and hope the sea wouldn’t come over but
as I have said before it was a very safe boat. I was about five
years old when we had the rowing boat and I can remember
rowing it with the oars above my shoulders and I was able to
manage alright with the blades of the oars just dipping into the
sea it was great fun.. My favourite was the creek which will come
into the story later.
As you walked down from the train and to the barrier where the
ticket collector was punching your ticket, you came to one of the
most spectacular sights. You came to a circular glass covered
large entrance which I would think was about two hundred yards
or more in circumference with a round ticket office in the centre.
Round the sides there were waiting rooms and they had a
bookstall and it sold papers and cigarettes and various other
little gifts.
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The whole area was glass covered with hanging baskets with a
magnificent array of
different flowering plants they were all spaced out very
professionally and it was a credit to the station master of those
days.
After you had walked through this magnificent part of the station
and when walking to go down to catch the steamer, you then
entered another very unusual sight.
As you started to walk from the solid part of the station which I
have just mentioned, you started to walk on big wooden planks
that had a little space between each one and you could see the
sea through them.
On each side of the long covered gangway which was about one
hundred and fifty yards long they had on each side about four
big glass covered cases about four yards long and ten feet high
with emblems that they had taken off paddle steamers of the
past.
Skelmorlie was the next village which was in Ayrshire and this
was where we went to school. Outside the station there is a row
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of shops in fact I worked in one for Malcolm Ramsay the
grocer.
As far as I can remember when I was very little the part that was
facing the hotel was a post office. Our house had a tower and it
was shaped like a castle. I suppose it was designed to match the
castle and North Lodge. North and South Lodge made it very
impressive as you entered Lord Inverclyde’s estate. My mother
and father rented the house from Lord Inverclyde.
It was in three parts the post office then our house and on the
top floor of the house which was the largest there lived two old
ladies and as far as I can remember they had a brother who was
blind and I think they called him Bob. The house got infested
with rats and we could hear them in the walls, my father found
out that the old ladies were feeding them and it made him very
angry.
On one occasion my father set a trap and he caught this big rat,
which I can remember very clearly and he got a garden rake and
carried the trap with the rat down to the sea which was only at
the bottom of the break water by our back gate. One of the old
ladies saw my father taking the rat to drown it and she was very
upset, but my father had to shut a blind eye and to proceed to
drown the rat.
As you started to walk round the bay, opposite our house their
was the Kemp's house and as you walked on next door was
Woodburn, next came Cardell which the MacGeorge's used to
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live, they have since demolished Cardell, which is now a block
of flats, next came Redholme, Mansfield and Dunloe ( where
my aunt was the cook ).
Then there was the big grey house that was called Ardvaar this
was the Dower House for Ninian Stewart’s mother to live in. I
can remember a family that was living there as evacuees from
Greenock.
After this there was a lane that ran up to the back road where
Mr Macphail used to live and at the top of the lane on the left
hand side was a little cottage where the Mackerras lived.
After the lane as you were going round the bend towards the
Castle there were two large houses called Tighnamara and
Clutha and behind them there was the back road towards the
top of the lane with another little cottage behind Clutha where
the Curry's lived, as I have mentioned you came to the the red
sandstone cottage where Mr Macphail lived.
He was a wonderful old man and one of his party tricks was to
come down to the shore in his old fashioned striped swimming
costume with a straw benger on and a newspaper he was a short
tubby man.. He would then wade out into the water stick his
straw hat forward on his head and gently lay back and float away
reading his newspaper, quite unconcerned.
Going back to describing the bay before the Second World War
as you walked along the road you came to Tommy Kidd's house
which was opposite the old pier and Millses pond where we
used to play.
As you walked along after the stables there was a wall about six
feet high stretching right along round the bend which was where
the Dower House for Lord Inverclyde’s mother's gardens were,
there was some corrugated Nissan Huts where some of the
army were billeted during the war. There was this big grey house
similar to Ardvaar which was for Lord Inverclyde’s mother to live
in.
During the war one of the houses was made into a listening post
to detect if any U-Boats tried to sneak up the Clyde under a ship
that would be bringing supplies which were badly needed. There
was some sort of device that stretched across the Clyde under
the sea to somewhere near Innellan. The sailors that manned the
station used to sit with head phones listening. They were billeted
in a house that was in the court yard opposite the
entrance into where the social club was situated. This
court yard was where the horse boxes were kept. My pal Hughie
Bar lived in one of the houses that was in the yard.
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Above the yard towards the castle there was a tennis court
with a large wooden building I presume for the dressing
rooms and refreshments. (This was where a lot of Canadian and
American soldjiers were sheltered) in the yard there was also a
pig sty and we used to pinch apples and give them a treat. They
got used to us and wait in anticipation for their tit bits.
When you walked out of the entrance to the yard and walked up
the hill you came to a little red sandstone lodge with big iron
ornamental gates which were closed every night at a certain
time.
The grounds to the Castle were very well kept with beautiful
clumps of different types of rhodendrons with very nicely cut
lawns. The road to the Castle was all covered with white pebbles
and then of course there was this beautiful Castle Building.
'Lordy' had four gardeners and they all lived in the bothy, this
was a row of I think four little cottages and there was a lady
called Thomasina Halliday that used to keep house for them,
cooking, cleaning etc.
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The plaque that I brought back which has a raised printing on it
and it says "THIS TREE WAS PLANTED BY MONSIEUR JEAN
CHAUVAL FRENCH AMBASSADOR TO THE COURT OF ST JAMES
DURING HIS VISIT TO CASTLE WEMYSS ON 29th APRIL 1955".
Looking back and seeing the Castle in my mind and when Lord
Inverclyde had his garden party’s and galas on special occasions,
I really can’t imagine how the powers that be allowed it to get
pulled down.
To any one that is not familiar with the situation of our house
(South Lodge) we had windows facing down the Clyde towards
Largs and windows that faced up the Clyde towards Innellan
across to the other side of the Clyde and 'the creek' was along
the shore about quarter of a mile away and was a solid rock
headland that stood out, but it was too far away for my mother
to shout and be heard, so that was why my mother told us to
keep our eyes peeled when it was near meal times. She would
wave a tea towel to let us know.
One of my so called pals was a boy who lived at the house that
belonged to the Cliff where they garaged the car, his father was
the chauffeur for the Cliff. He was a fat boy and I was with him
down at the back of Dunloe near where Mr MacGregor lived.
There was a high wall and the apple trees were growing up the
back of the wall which was about six feet high and he asked me
to get some apples. As he was so fat he asked me to climb up
and he would help, by me climbing onto his shoulders. So this I
did and as I was picking a nice big apple I felt this hand pulling
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my foot as I turned round it was Mr Macphail with my partner in
crime grinning at me. He had gone and told on me and to this
day I don’t know why he did it.
Sure enough they turned up and we were well hidden in the thick
assortment of weeds. This was the first time that I learned about
the Birds and the Bees. We kept very quiet and when they had
gone decided that we would do it again. So, next time when we
knew when they were coming again, we hid as before and sure
enough they turned up. After a little time we gave a loud
grunting noise like a pig, jumped off the roof and ran as fast as
we could with our Skelmorlie young man shouting and raving at
us. He never came back again to the summer house.
My mother had her sister and my two cousins coming to stay
with us on a holiday from Yorkshire. My Aunt Hilda was a very
broad Yorkshire lady. I thought this was great fun as we would be
going on trips.
On one occasion my Aunt Hilda, who was very out spoken was
sailing with us all to Millport, we were all on the upper deck and
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it was a beautiful day when a sea gull decided to part with its
“after dinner” and it landed on my Aunt's head.
I can see it now as clear as day with all the commotion, my Aunt
shouting at the sea gull if I could fly you little B****R I would pull
you inside out. We landed at Millport and had a look around and
then went to a restaurant for our lunch, we sat down and I can
remember when the soup came my mother found that there was
a cigarette end in her soup, What a commotion started, my
Aunt Hilda nearly blew a gasket and called for the dirty B****R
that was the cook.
Looking back and thinking of the times that I and my pals went
on fruit raids, it makes me think what a little tearaway that I
must have been when I was a young boy. Lord Inverclyde had a
wonderful big garden and it had a very tall wall when I think
about the height it must have been about twelve feet high. We
wondered how we could get into the garden, then we found a
tree that was near the wall and if we climbed this tree and
clambered along a branch which was quite close to the wall.
We found that when we were on top of the wall the fruit was
supported by metal pegs hammered into the wall with wires that
stretched along to support the weight of the fruit. It made it easy
for us to climb down and was able to get apples and plums. I can
remember at this time i was wearing a corduroy jerkin and with
this new type of fastening” a” zip fastener which made it easy
for me to carry my fruit.
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We would then go off with our fruit and go down to the coach
and horse box yard and give the pigs a treat. Looking back now I
think that the gardeners must have been missing the fruit,
especially the ripe ones and perhaps they were getting into
trouble because the fruit wasn’t getting ripe enough. On one
occasion we were picking out the ripe fruit, suddenly the
gardeners appeared and I crawled into the rhubarb and lay very
still. They didn’t catch me but caught my two pals who were with
me.
I waited until they had gone and I ran to the part of the garden
where we climbed the wall and shot off home. I must have
dropped the fruit back into the garden when I was escaping and I
kept wondering if one of the gardeners would come and tell my
father. It shows how loyal we were to each other as no one came
to our house.
In the late thirty’s I was playing at the creek when about twenty
Boy’s Brigade came down from Glasgow for the day. It was one
of those very calm days and it must have been in the middle of
summer. The sea was like glass and me and my pals were sitting
on the rocks further round from the creek where the sea is much
deeper. But with the sea being very calm the depth didn’t look
above about four or five feet.
When both boats were moored out they were not too far out as
the steamers used to sweep into the bay and then tie up, but of
course the pier was much longer in those days. The Clarinda
and the Rose Mary used to slip their moorings and go up to
Gourock if their was a gale warning and shelter till the storm
passed over, in fact when we saw them go away we knew that
their was a gale going to blow up, sure enough it always did.
On one occasion the two sailors from the Rose Mary were
coming ashore in their small punt, which the Rose Mary carried
on her top deck. They were coming into the creek and the sea
was rough and we were watching when a large wave caught the
punt and capsized it. Both men managed to get ashore and I can
see them now squelching up to Dunloe.
I must at this point take you towards Inverkip. Just after you
turned left from north lodge and went towards Gourock and
Greenock in those days there was no monstrosity and I just can
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not understand why the powers that be don’t realise that the
beauty of Scotland and its future is going to be with tourism, I
am sure when they see that big sore thumb sticking up from
miles away they will wonder what the politicians were thinking
about. It’s truly planning gone mad.
When I was living at the bay, as you went along the shoreline
there was a small pine copse at the bottom of M'Intyre's field
near the sea. I once camped there with some of the scouts that
would be where the big monstrosity is now situated.
Talking about M'Intyre's field that was where the new estate is
now, left of the road going towards North Lodge. Before the war
an Avro Anson Plane once made a forced landing in M'Intyre's
field and I wondered how they managed to fly it off.
The church that I went to was the grey church on the short
hill going up to Skelmorlie it is demolished now and I believe
it was a Mr Richardson that was in charge of the Sunday
school. He organised a Sunday School trip to Ettrick Bay on
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the Isle of Bute and when we were on the paddle steamer I was
mesmerised watching the paddles and the pistons going round.
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Kelly Estate is a very large caravan park as I have just
remarked and I suppose that it will be very popular with people
from the upper Clyde regions. The pier is much shorter than it
used to be.
At one time you could see about five steamers tied up, they
must have shortened it by a quarter of its original length or so it
seems to me. My personal opinion is with the pier being
shortened it stopped the full force of the sea from being a
breakwater for the bay. That of course is only my opinion. When I
was last on the beach next to our old house it was all
undermined where the sea had washed away part of the
foundations it made me feel very sad.
We had been to see our Aunt who was cook at Dunloe and as we
were walking along the road between the field and the houses
we could hear this funny sort of noise. It was a German
reconnaissance plane. We didn’t know at the time but this was
going to be a common occurrence. We looked up and we couldn’t
see it and then Billy said look I can see it, Alex and I looked but
we couldn’t see it then suddenly we saw a tiny glitter it must
have been the sun shining on his windscreen or something. But
we soon learned after this, that there was going to be an air raid
on Greenock or Clydeside. It always followed that there was
going to be raid after a plane had been over.
We were talking about all the shipping that plied to and fro from
the Clyde. And how the boom which stretched across the Clyde
to keep U-Boats from sneaking in somewhere about the Gourock
area must have been kept very busy opening and shutting with
so much shipping coming in and out.
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One night there was a tremendous bang and it shook the house,
we heard that it was an explosion which came from the sea. We
never found out what it was but there was no damage ashore.
Sometimes we could see the German bombers flying up
following the Clyde when they were going to bomb Clydeside.
When it was a nice moonlight night we always expected a raid.
On one occasion one flew very low over the bay just after
an air raid. I think that was when they released any surplus
explosives to lighten their aircraft.
In Skelmorlie just below the Hydro Hotel steps and just a bit
further along towards Largs there is a white pole and a mile
further towards Largs another, this is the measured mile for
ships that have just been built to go on a speed trial, this was
called 'The Measured Mile' which was only about two miles from
the bay.
One day there were people sunbathing on the shore near the
creek and when all of a sudden a Royal Navy destroyer came
very close to the bay and it was going at full speed ahead, I
suppose to register its top speed for the measured mile. Looking
back I think it was a very dangerous thing to do. I think it should
have sounded a warning of some sort, because the wash was
enormous. I can remember that the wash was so big and with
such force that stones were flying up the beach as the waves hit
the shore. Fortunately there was no one swimming at the time.
People ran up the shore in a panic and where they had been
sunbathing on the shore all their clothes and towels were
washed away, we all set to after the waves had calmed down
and collected the garments and towels that had been washed
away. The destroyer must have been a new one that had been
built in the shipyards which were above Greenock and it was on
its trials.
One very sad memory was watching the battleship HMS Hood
sailing out of the Clyde. Later it was reported that she had been
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blown up by a lucky hit from the Bismarck. Apparently a lucky
shell had hit the magazine, there were only Two Survivors. That
evening that we saw the Hood going out of the Clyde she looked
invincible, she was a long sleek ship with a stream lined bow, she
was supported with some escorts, it makes me feel very sad to
think of all the ships company that were lost.
When I was last up in Scotland and I called around the bay and
was pleasantly surprised to see what a very nice estate that had
been built where the castle had been.
I went up the hill past where the castle had been and intended to
drive along to where Mr Napier had lived and towards The
Cliff, but the road had bollards put across.
During the war that road was crammed with tanks and Bren gun
carriers and the troops were Canadian and American, in fact they
were camouflaged and Kelly Estate was full of them as well. I
believe they went to the North African campaign, we saw the
great big Tank Landing Craft coming into the bay and load up.
Weeks later we heard about the African landings and I suppose
that the troops that we saw were in the thick of it. So any one
looking at the broken concrete on the Wemyss Bay shore can just
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think what an important part that Wemyss Bay played in the last
war.
Talking about the concrete when they were laying it our lives
were a misery for a while if I remember correctly they carried on
right through the night as well. I can’t remember how long it took
them but it was a few weeks. After they had finished laying all
the concrete they started to bring the tanks on transporters,
when all of a sudden as we were having our lunch the house
shook, when we went to look we had a huge Churchill tank in
our garden.
As you carried on you walked along the back of all the big houses
that faced out into the Clyde until you came to the Middle
Lodge where the McIntyre’s lived which was next to the
smithy.
This lodge had a gate and every year for one day all three lodges
had to lock their gates to keep the bay private by law. As you
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turned left and walked up the main road towards Inverkip you
came to a Mrs McPherson’s shop and then as you walked
further up the road you came to the road to Thompson’s farm
and Forbes Place, then to North Lodge that was Lord
Inverclyde’s estate.
We noticed how the war changed our life. Immediately the home
guard was formed. Believe me it was very much like "Dad’s
Army" that we watch on television.
The hill that I mentioned pushing Edith in her pram was the road
that went on
towards the main road and it came out at Forbes Place.
When the Home Guard was formed I joined the army cadets
and I was kitted out with an army uniform with a forage cap and
puttees, I thought that I was the cat’s whiskers. Tommy Hey
was the Skelmorlie Army Cadet but I can’t remember who the
Inverkip one was, we were used as messengers between each
platoon. I don’t think that they had any field communications
with each other but of course everything was so short of
equipment at the beginning of the war.
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I am sure that if the German army had decided to invade our
country at the beginning of the war Great Britain wouldn’t have
had a chance for we were so badly equipped.
When the church bells began to toll one evening , this was the
special warning that the country had to warn people if there was
an invasion, I can recall my oldest brother Calder getting his
sheath knife and his wooden rifle to go to his post. Luckily it was
a false alarm, although I did hear a rumour that they had tried.
Some of the home guards had Lee Enfield rifles and others had
wooden rifles to make it look as if we were well prepared. This
would be to let any spies report how ready we were.
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On another manoeuvre, I can’t remember who it was that was
attacking us but I think that it was the army and the Wemyss Bay
and Skelmorlie and Inverkip Home Guards joined to keep them
from landing down at The Meigle, this is a point of land jutting
out from the shore and there were a few trees and some scrub
land with fearns and long grass on the Largs road.
We all hid amongst the cover that we had, some of the home
guards picked stones and put them in their pockets to use as
hand grenades then we saw a landing craft appearing. It came
into the shore and dropped its draw bridge and the poor soldiers
ran down and immediately they were up to nearly their waists in
water. Apparently it must have grounded on some hidden rocks.
But to add injury to their difficulties when they ran up the shore
they were met with stones and a lot of noise from the home
guards. Some of the home guards were hidden up in the trees
and amongst the bushes and scrub land.
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we found a crate of tinned soup that was obviously
German. Incidentally we didn’t eat it.
There were a lot of silly sort of orders that the public was
supposed to adhere to.
Calder my oldest brother was responsible for the Bay and Billy
the second oldest, round lower Skelmorlie and Alex was the next
oldest and I delivered upper Skelmorlie which was split into two
arieas, I had the lower part going along towards the Hydro Hotel
and Alex the top half by the Diggings and along by the police
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station. We delivered the papers after school and in the winter
months it was quite frightening with there being a black out.
I now live in Halifax, West Yorkshire and in the early 40’s they
had a Halifax Slasher, it gripped the whole of Britain, there
were reports from various parts of the country and sure enough
Skelmorlie joined the panic stricken nation.
To this day I have not heard why no one ever said anything about
my very poor behaviour; Mrs Dunbar must have been a very
understanding lady. As it turned out in Skelmorlie it was an
elderly man who we called wee Tim he used to help out at
Sleven's shop which was just down from the school, apparently
he had cut himself when he was shaving.
This gives you an idea just how jittery the whole of Britain was
like. I had to go after Stroove to the Hydro Hotel with their
papers and then I think I ran all the way home. My mother
always had a big pan of soup ready for us when we got home.
When it was a bit stormy and the landing craft used to come in
to the bay they used to drop their anchor from their stern so that
they could winch their way out if they were going to get washed
broadside to the beach (At the time little did I know that I would
be in the Royal Navy and on a T.L.C) so as I am narrating this, I
feel for the crew.
One day a Tank Landing Craft, just like the one that I was on
came into the bay and dropped his anchor, the sea blew up a bit
and with it being a sandy patch where the anchor was dropped
on, it dragged it and was washed broadside to the beach.
The waves bashed against the side and spray flew everywhere,
we thought that it was great fun. But as an ex-sailor from a T.L.C.
the poor crew must have had an awful rough time of it. When the
storm died down and the tide came in a large recovery boat
came and towed the T.L.C. off.
At the bay when the very large tank landing ships came in to
land their tanks, they often got stuck on the sand bank and
they thought that it was safe to unload their tanks, we used to
watch in anticipation and we knew that the water was quite deep
between the sand bank and the shore. They would drop their
ramps and then the tanks would start to drive off, after it had
travelled about twenty yards it suddenly would disappear and
the poor tank crew had to scramble out.
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When the tanks were fitted with their new exhausts it used to
look funny to see the tanks go under the water and then appear
and carry on to where the new concrete started.
I often wondered how the tank crews went on and how much
water got into the tank. This was quite a source of amusement
for us because we knew when we saw them coming, that there
was going to be some fun because we knew the state of the tide
and what would happen. Of course with them being such big
ships they grounded much further out than the smaller Tank
Landing Craft.
I would like you to imagine looking out over a very open expanse
of the Clyde with the sea like glass and no wind and not a cloud
in the sky. The moonlight was shimmering across the sea and
you couldn’t imagine that there was a war on. I can remember it
so well you could see the silhouette’s of all the ships as they
sailed towards the open sea.
On one occasion a large assault ship came into the bay and
anchored just opposite our house. Along each side of the ship
there were assault boats, about ten on each
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side, they were all slung on davits. The ship must have been on
an exercise to test the speed that they could drop their crafts
into the sea and fill them with troops.
Each craft held about thirty commandoes and as soon as they all
scrambled down the ships side on the nets that they had hung
down the side of the ship and got into their assault crafts they
set of at full speed and landed on the concrete shore and as they
were all ashore, they all got back into their boats and sped back
to the mother ship. They climbed aboard very quick and hoisted
their assault boats aboard and up anchored and went of up the
Clyde towards Greenock. Looking back they were very quick
considering the amount of commandoes that were involved.
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