is a story, told to me a long time ago, about the Reverend
Roderick Lawson. The Reverend gentleman had a club foot. It was his custom
to come down the High Street and go to the store that is shown in the Pocket
Guide as that belonging to R.A.O. Blackley. The stone step had become
worn over the many years of feet crossing it, and this was very handy for
Lawson who managed to swing his club foot over it without having to lift
the foot too high. Well of course we never shy away from progress, and the
store keeper decided to replace the step with an unworn one. Everyone "oo'd" and
"ah'd" at this improvement. That is until Lawson come walking into the
store. Not knowing about the step, and therefore not lifting his foot, the
reverend gentleman caught his toe on the step and measured his length
along the floor of the store. Would you wonder he never shopped there
McQuiston. Birtle, Manitoba, Canada
as a bustling little town with 4 shoe factories Lees, Ramsays, Crawfords and
McCreath's and when the factory horns blew at midday all the factory workers
walking through the town on their way home for the midday meal. Quite a crowd.
school in the Huts behind Cairn School and moving up to the new
in about second grade. What a transition.
school picnics from the Glen Kirk always to Girvan. Marching to the station and
boarding the train. Rev. Alec Williamson was the minister and Mrs. Williamson
was always in charge of the buns and food.
in the choir of the Glen Kirk and always after the service on a Sunday night
walking down the Low Road with chums and meeting and greeting other friends on
the road. Always ending up at Amos Biagi's for ice cream and hot peas.
Arroll's taxi to the shore - before everyone had cars. It was a great place for
picnics. We would even walk to the shore (4 miles) or ride bikes - what energy.
Latterly my family had a little cottage at Croy shore where we spent wonderful
summers at Croyburnfoot...
Whist drives and dances at the Town Hall on a Friday night for all the different
charities. We didn't go to the Whist but to the dances later - all dressed up in
our long gowns.
I remember the cinema which played silent movies with a pianist
interpreting the movie. It cost us twopence to get in and a penny for
sweeties on a Saturday afternoon. If you were really well off or courting
you spent threepence for the plush seats at the back. Then along came the
Carrick Cinema and then the Ailsa.
The Wednesday night concerts in the Memorial Park by the Burgh Band conducted by
Johnny Hempkin who made the children stop running around and sit down and
remember meeting Robert MacBryde and
also Robert Colquhoun in his mother's small shop in Weaver Vennel. He must
have been minding the shop when his mother was away and he gave me a
drawing lesson on how to draw a hand. I never realised at that time that
he could become so famous. I was a small kid at the time.
weekend War was declared on 3rd September l939 when all our lives changed. That
weekend all the evacuation plans went into operation with the Red Cross and
civic committees in full force. A train arrived in Maybole with children from
Glasgow and before nightfall all these children were billeted with families in
the town and many of them stayed with the families for a long time. There was
such a wonderful spirit in the town and everyone pulled together to help.
Luckily Glasgow was not bombed early in the War and we were designated a safe
area. Soon our young men started to go off to the services and I well remember
the terrible blackout where one could not show a chink of light from the windows
or the Air Raid warden came to call. I joined the local Fire Brigade and
everyone joined one of the organizations to help the war effort. As my father
was Provost at the time and I worked with David Briggs the Town Clerk we were
very involved in all the arrangements. A lot of charity affairs but no more long
gowns and ration books for clothes and food became the order of the day.
memories of the old town were from another era - a much slower time - but with
much fun and I think back on it with great fondness I left it in l946 to travel
the World but it will always have great memories for me
Ithaca, New York
don't know too much about the Sloans history (click on photo on the left)
although I do believe that it was their father who either was born or lived in
Maybole. I remember meeting David and John but I was much more interested in
their large chauffeur-drive car at that age. My father [Provost McCulloch]
was a Credit Draper when he started his own business and I really think that the
old man Sloan had also been in that business but they had moved to Glasgow where
they were in the Wholesale warehouse business. At that time before the days of
cars and large stores people would order goods of all kinds through a credit
draper and they would take orders and go out to the country places delivering
all kinds of goods and paid their bills by weekly installments. Once a week the
salesman would go to Glasgow to fulfill the orders and it was there my father
did business with the Sloans. They had a very large wholesale business and made
a lot of money. My father was the one who initiated the project to build a
Sports Pavilion in the park and got them to give the money to do it. It
was named the Sloan Pavilion.
I've been pouring
through some old memory boxes and have come across a newspaper clipping of my
father's death and it mentions his participation in the Sloan Pavilion. Many
invitations to affairs with Royalty etc. and it has been interesting
reading. In my mind I can still picture the High Street as it used to be and I
had great fun trying to reconstruct the merchants in the 20's and 30's. I
remember Alan Dent and have his
books. Also his father John Dent who
had a candy shop at the Town hall. What an interesting old man he was. Well
enough already - ... bringing back a lot of old memories.
Ithaca, New York
am hopeless with names; I have a clear picture of events since 1920. I have had
a series of strokes which has disabled part of my brain. I remember the
secretary of the Baptist Church at that time - Hugh B MacFadzean; ( the boss of
Jack's works. I remember one of the deacons , the chemist Martin Lindsay ( whose
son I knew as boys, and has now inherited the business )
wonder what has happened to Jim Strachen, the son of the local librarian. We
used to first and second in the class.
last time I identified with Maybole was in 1962. I was at the time taking part
in a professional play, produced at the Westminster Theatre. After touring the
main provincial theatres, we were invited to USA. We started in Los Angeles and
went right across to Boston, and then Canada.
incident happened in Palm Springs, where the Chairman of Rexalls, invited his
neighbours and his house-guests who happened to be ex-President Dwight Eisenhower
and the First Lady. ( after the world war II they gave him of Culzean Castle
because of what he had done in the War).
wanted to meet the cast. I positioned my self at the end of the line. After the
stars, he passed along the line. I stopped with the statement - "I come
from Maybole, sir" to which he replied "oh, they want me to be
chairman of the local bagpipe band." he enjoyed the conversation and
introduced me to Mamie.
of ours gave us the web address and we passed it along to our Uncle Rev.Donald
Simpson now 82 and retired to a London England nursing home. His Father the Rev.
David Melville Simpson was invited to be the first full time minister in 1919 to
the Baptist Church in Maybole. Arriving in Maybole they found the Manse not
ready so found themselves occupying rooms in the house of Thomas Ramsey on Shore
Road (the boot maker). David Simpson had three children a daughter- Elizabeth
Brotchie Simpson ( my late mother-in-law) and Donald Simpson my wife's Uncle -
still alive in England and David Simpson who died in 1952.. They attended the
Primary School in army huts - the school itself had been burnt during WW1. They
then were to be the first pupils in Carrick Academy which was then built. This
is being sent to you to help fill in any "holes" in history. Donald
Simpson's e-mail is Don-Simpson@morden.freeserve.co.uk
I log on every week and read the Ayrshire Post
headlines. In the Baptist church centenary celebrations I found a
picture of my grandmother among a group of women cleaning for the
church. I remember this picture well from my grandmother's house in the
Ailsa buildings when I visited her as a child. It is so wonderful to
bring up past history after l00 years. I think an aunt of mine Mary
Lauchlan Martin may also be in the picture but I can't be sure of this.
Thank you all so much for your good work on this.
Ithaca, New York
Italian Prisoner of War Camp in Maybole - by Peter
During the nineteen forties Murray gardens was used as a POW for Italian
soldiers who were captured in the 1939 -1945 Second World War. I live in Murray
Gardens now and I wonder what it was like living in the 1940s in Maybole. At
that time in Alloway Road there were air raid shelters built to protect local
people in the event of enemy air action. I remember visiting the shelters many
years ago. They were quite dark dreary inside. It must have been frightening
staying there during the war years, hearing aeroplanes at night in the sky
Murray Gardens you can still see corrugated huts in the grounds of the SAS
factory in Maybole. These were used as living quarters for the prisoners. I
gather that after the war had ended some of the POWs stayed in Scotland, finding
work to earn a living. I moved from Glasgow to Maybole in 1965. I had heard many
stories about what it was like in Glasgow during the war, where many people died
during air raids.
Maybole there is a memorial to soldiers who fought and died during the war and
there is a memorial service every year when a poppy wreath is laid to
commemorate the dead. Thanks to Britain and the Allied Forces we now live in