This photo is rather poignant considering that it was taken in the back courts of Dunn Street and Fairbairn Street circa 1971 by a Swedish or German photographer who just happened to venture into the backcourt as these weans were taking part in that old Glesga sport of 'Dyke-jumping'.
From left to right back row:- ? , ? , John Turley, ? , David Boyce , Sam Boyce , Craig Boyce Front ?.
Note how the building in Fairbairn Street has had the roof stripped of slates and rafters laid in a pile ready to be taken away to be sold on as firewood or some other use in the pre-green conservation days.
the bigger lad at the back in the middle looks like harry turner and i actually remember they roofs with the timber stacked up on them and i knew young john turley and his sister christine she was in my class at dally. aye noo ahve seen that photie again its definately harry turner ;D, smiddy my wee mate will confirm when he decides tae get his backside on this website, as harry is his cousin, he stayed in fairbairn st too but the other side of the road. that photie is looking towards dunn street swings just behind aw the timber.
my maws cousins stayed in the closes were that photie was taken, they were the mcdonagh brothers and her auntie rachael, the boys were henry, big james, william,and youngest thomas, and a sister bridie, her boys were the docherty boys, they were donegal decent, dont know how they were her cousins probaly through marriage i think. as they werenae the same religeon as any of my grandads familes, probaly grandmothers
I stayed in dunn st pitbull right opposite the swings.
dunn street swings i played there often in the early to mid 60s auld jimmy was the janny there and the cairns brothers lived opposite there i loved the bakery on dalmarnock road for its chocolate snowballs, next to the swings,
I love this photo simply because it could have been any of us when it was take circa 1970/71/72 when the Bridgeton that we all knew and loved was on its last legs...and we were the last of the Last Generation of auld Brigton Toon.
Wull MacArthur once printed a photo of the remnants of his BB Company on Glesga Pals standing in a derelict Heron Street and I was in tears when I saw it. Simply because it signified a group of young men who were stuck between the tradition of their mothers and fathers and their traditional birthplace and a new world that lay before them. History tells us about the Highland Clearances and the mass movement of the Irish due to the Fmine but in my world the demolition of the east end still rankles me. Please do not think I yearn for some of the poverty and slum dwellings of yesteryear - far from it - I just feel it could've been dealt with on a better basis in regards to rebuilding and rehousing.
There again maybe I am am wrong - not for the first time in my life.
They, looking back , all th' Eastern side beheld.Of Paradise, so late their happy seat.
'There's a good time coming, though we may never live to see it'.
When I think back to Brigton as a child we were always out playing,there was the time everyone was playing ropes,then there was balls,or kick the can they are all forgotten games,and like the photo jumping the dykes how many sore knees and and chins did you get falling off,andit did,nt cost your parents a penny you entertained yourselves you did'nt need all the expence of the things kids have now.
Naw, an they'll probably never experience dyin o diptheria, TB or whoopin cough, hivin their lungs blackened by the smoke frae a million coal fires, hivin patches oan the erse o their troosers or shoes that let waater in either. ;D