I was born in the "forties" in Park Hill Avenue and lived in the Port until the early sixties.The memories I have I am glad to say were all good as in those days there never seemed to be all the goings on like there is today although when you think about it we never got to know about all the gossip as kids were always excluded from adult conversations so I suppose we were all sheltered by our innocence which in some cases was a good thing.
My fondest memories consist of family get togethers at weekends, sing songs story telling and great Sunday dinners that were cooked by my grandma for the whole family. Everyone seemed to get on great together and everyone seemed to enjoy life even though we all had sad memories of loved ones who perished during the wars.
Summer times were spent having picnics up the "middle rd." visiting Thompson's farm etc. visiting the "palm beach" to go swimming, going to the Port fair and for the energetic, walking to Kilmacolm to visit the "Cross cafe" on a Sunday and for us young ones playing football in the summer evenings until 10/11pm with no worries, it was great and will never be forgotten I just wish I could have had the fore thought to have captured all these moments on film or on photographs, still at least I have all the memories which I always recall when I visit this site.
Here are a few of the names that I remember, if you recognise yourselves then drop me a line via the guest book.
Eddie Nugent, Frank Gemmel, Jim Marshall, Robert and Alec Stoddart, Roy Steel, The Blakely family who lived in Parkhill, the Hogg family who lived in the wee cottage at the top of Clune Brae and anyone else who I may have forgotten who knows me.

My namie is George Watt ( Ramsay ) I am originally from Port Glasgow and moved down to Irvine in 1975. I stayed in 1 Sunnyside Avenue and went to Holy Family Primary School. I enjoyed happy days where my Nana & Granda lived at Brookfield Road and my childhood mates were Derek Conroy and Alex Mac Donnell.Derek also lived in Brookfield Road and Alex lived in Northfield Avenue. My Grandas name was Patrick Lodge and lived in the Port all his life and was regularly seen in the Knights or the Roadhouse Pub. Both my Nana & Granda passed away in the mid 80s and my contact there has dwindled since then throughout the years. I am 35 years old at present and would love to hear from anyone from that time. My sisters name was Carol and she was friendly with Karen Clenaghan,Susan Deary. Other school mates from that time were Vincent Macleod,Hugh O Hagan, Thomas Coyle, Gary Nolan

My fondest memories of the port are the people, when I was growing up in the toon in the 60's life was hard but the people seemed more friendly, maybe thats because the town was'nt so spread out ie:oransay+slaemuir they were just a twinkle in the Brickie's eye.I remember the fair when it used to come to the corrie park fair fornight they called it,It was anything but fair looking back. Toffee apple's and a candy floss and a goldfish or getting a wee monkey on a stick at the shooting gallery wae em effin corks that couldnt
down a feather .When you got on the jungle ride and the waltzers you were the top o the tree. To this day I still dont know the mystery of the( HOLIDAY MONEY)as a port man I dont Know how to haud on tae anything longer than a day but ma granny used to get the wee bits o paper out about 6 weeks before the
fair and the sums she done never had the same outcome it was always 2 weeks o this and 2 weeks to so and so and a funny thing about the port men they never seemed to bother how strange,I mentioned this to someone in the widows and the reply was I dont know wit the fuss is every fridays fair friday, well you
canny argue wae that still all the families used to get dressed up for the fair saturday and out for the day
Can anybody tell me but I canny remember burger stalls then maybe Im getting sterile ma memory's
no wit it wuz lol

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Peter C

My fondest memory when I was a teenager in the 60s was taking my
girlfriend for a walk up the Green Road in the gloamin of a summer
night.One lap around the Mill Dam, dodging cow manure at the wee farm by
the Golf Course,and then up to the Green Road itself.
It was a busy road back then,a lot of people used to take walks(that's about all we could afford)If you were lucky, you could sneak a kiss without someone threatening to tell yer Mither,and if you were engaged and really lucky,ye might get a wee bit more than a kiss.If you were really ,really lucky you would catch the Sun just as it was setting behind the Sleeping Giant.
We never had much money,but there again, there isn't enough money on earth to buy back those moments that I spent in Port Glasgow.
Thanks Delia Hayles, wherever you are.

S Taylor

George would love to hear from any old mates or anyone that remembers him!
He can be contacted at this address.

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