Growing Up

[EMDEE]

What an example of serendipity!

At least in those days, the skelpit erse would have been the end of it. Nowadays the police would have to spend a lot of time on a full investigation and report, pass it to the relevant hierarchy of officials, ie Childrens Panel, Social Work Department (who would possibly have to make a visit to evaluate and report) etc. The full ritual would have to be followed through at great expense to the taxpayer, and at the end of it, it would be no more effective than the skelpit erse which costs nothing apart from the humiliation. there are many of us who have done things in our childhood but have turned out to be reasonable citizens. Aye, there's a lot to be said for the skelpit erse!

Incidentally, this is my 1000th post. There must be some c**p on the forum!

[numberplease]

It isn`t in THIS thread Emdee!

[blueboyno1]

In they days to most of the polis were big heelin bruisers who frightened the sh-- out of you and some time gave you a clip on the ear and told you to tell yer da he done it .Very few told there faithers ,because then they would get a skelpit erse from him.A well told story in my family involving my oldest brother in the fifties when the teddy boys were the trend, was one night there was a big fight down at the corner of the street in Glasgow where we lived ,my brother being a tedddy boy got involved.The polis were called and it turned into a real scrap ,during thee fight my brother stuck one on a big heelin polises jaw and got off his mark ,thinking he had got away with it .On the following friday night he was all dressed up in his new teddy boy suit ,with drape jacket ,drainpipe trousers ,velvet collar ,lace tie and brothel creeper shoes .As he walked down the stair a big massive hand came out of the dunny and grabbed him ,now where are you going he asked my brother in the heelin twang ,off to see the burd was the reply and is that a new sut you have ,aye ,rip the top pocket was gone, rip the two side pockets was gone ,rip the velvet collar was off .My brother stood thjere with his suit in tatters and the big polis said now you wont be hitting me again will you and walked off .Nothing else was said,end of.

[EMDEE]

I do think that it is very easy nowadays for youngsters to be drawn into the legal system and criminalised at an early age for incidents that in former years would have been dealt with more informally. Maybe the police are not allowed as much scope or discretion as as they used to have? In any case, I think it can be counter productive, as it gets to the stage where some youngsters have nothing to lose, as they are already in the legal system and branded.

[westport321]

I do think that it is very easy nowadays for youngsters to be drawn into the legal system and criminalised at an early age for incidents that in former years would have been dealt with more informally. Maybe the police are not allowed as much scope or discretion as as they used to have? In any case, I think it can be counter productive, as it gets to the stage where some youngsters have nothing to lose, as they are already in the legal system and branded.

Hell even the parents are not allowed to give them a good smack. There is a big difference between a smack upside the head and a cricket bat upside the head.What we grew up with would be considered for a jail sentance today. Is this a better thing?????????????

[Ship called Dignity]

Great thread!

I liked £3.73's post - I can relate to a number of his memories. I have always thought I had a happy childhood, some of my most vivid memories are the times spent up the hill at and around Crosshill Loch, camping down at second waters with the McCallums and my holidays to Muasdale. My parents saved hard to take us to the likes of Butlins every two years and every other year was spent at Muasdale. The memories from Muasdale are like yesterday and are the most vivid and it was great re-living them last year with family. Friendship is another happy memory of my childhood.

Won't bore you any more...

[EMDEE]

Great thread!

I would agree with that. I think Ionnsaigh's struck gold with this one, but I would like to hear some more stories from Kintyre. Most of the input is from Toonheid in Glasgow. Do some of us not want to own up to anything we did when we were younger in case somebody is still trying to find out who did it?

[ionnsaigh]

I can't take the credit for the thread - it was really blueboyno1 on the angel thread, that inspired.

[dalintober lad]

Great thread!

but I would like to hear some more stories from Kintyre. Most of the input is from Toonheid in Glasgow. Do some of us not want to own up to anything we did when we were younger in case somebody is still trying to find out who did it?

Maybe it is because most people who do post are not from kintyre,or maybe it is because they have already posted childhood memories on the "I remember when thread"

[ionnsaigh]

Here is a Campbeltown true story.

High summer, Fiona and I take a stroll along the harbour quay, we enjoy looking at the boats ,
beautifully sturdy wee work horses.
We generally - watch the comings and goings at the harbour. We noticed Two Women with Two Boys, aged around Ten, apparently having a donner roon - the same as us. We heard One Women cry out, ( Campbeltown accent ) have you enjoyed your holiday boys. Aye came the reply with fairly broad Glaswegian accents. We past by boxes piled on top of another full to the gunnels with crabs, ( poor creatures) . The boys ran past shouting to one of the Women - Mammy look what we've found, a live crab. Stop she shouts put it straight back where it belongs - Mammy he pleaded it's alive - put it back - put it back, she says - although she could recognise his concern - his eyes welled up with tears. They stood frozen, 20yds apart - caught in the pincher type grip, of a ethical dilemma. I seized the moment - I said to the wee boy give me the crab son - I immediately through the creature back into the Loch.
Dilemma over at least for the humans in the story. To the person who risked life and limb to catch the crab - I'm sorry.

[EMDEE]

Maybe it is because most people who do post are not from kintyre,or maybe it is because they have already posted childhood memories on the "I remember when thread"

Do you mean most people who do post generally, or just on this particular thread?

[Bobh]

For everyone and Ionns. A quick Toonheid story. (sorry) I was baptised in St Mungo's Chapel at 6 weeks old. (March 62). 17 years later whilst on a motorbike i had a bad accident at the junction of Cathedral St-Glebe St with a car. This juction is about 25 yards from St Mungo's Chapel.

Lying on the road 30 feet from my motorbike having hit the car with the bike, summersaulting, hitting the car roof with head in helmet and then landing some distance from the impact, two old ladies asked me whilst i was lying on the road if i was a 'Catholic'. Not realising at the time why they asked this, possibly because i was in shock, serious pain and injury i never gave it a thought. Unknown to me they then headed up to the chapel.

A short time after, a dark figure appeared kneeling above me. A priest from St Mungo's. Staring up at him on a sunny day in June i thought to myself -'whit's he doing'. I then proceeded to receive the Last Rights whilst telling him "F'@#k, i'm going to Spain in two weeks fur ma holidays.

[EMDEE]

For everyone and Ionns. A quick Toonheid story. (sorry)

Not a problem.

[Govangirl]

I then proceeded to receive the Last Rights whilst telling him "F'@#k, i'm going to Spain in two weeks fur ma holidays.

Brilliant! Only in Glasgow!

[Bobh]

Apoligies. Stirling Rd-Glebe St. Junction-Just before the merge to Castle Street.