The Miners Row

Mrs. Paton of Drumchapel who lived in the “Row” had some very pleasant memories to share. She spoke of Stonedyke cottage which stood at the end of the “Row” and of Mrs. Jackson’ s sweet shop which was in one of the small cottages.

One very happy memory was of the mission hall, which held it’s services in one of the houses, the original cottage was off two rooms with three box beds, and the removal of one internal wall provided adequate accommodation for worship.

Mr. Ronald who lived in “The Croft”, which was a large house in Drumchapel Road, took over the mission hail and with the help of his two sisters, held prayer meetings with all the offerings going to the mission fields.

There was no rivalry with the local church. The pledge was taken every Wednesday evening at the Band of Hope, and in his own small way he was a great influence and an example to the young people in the district.

One welcome character who called at the “row” every Saturday night, with his horse and cart was Johnny A’thing and as his name implies he carried a’thing, regardless of what he was asked for, he could always produce from his coat what was required.

The “Miners Row” was demolished in 1939 as stated previously and those who are still alive and occupied these houses are left, with happy memories of a thriving little community. In Drumchapel parish 1/10 of the population attended School. There was one parochial, 5 private day schools and 5 Sabbath day schools.

In the 19th century, the schoolhouse for the area was a small-whitewashed cottage and this was also used as a church for many years. The only other school in the immediate area that can be traced was Garscadden School, as it was known then, and this was specially built in the adjoining area, for the children of the workers of Garscadden Estate.

In the Glasgow Exhibition of 1901,a model of the new village This school took the place of the old Blairdardie School­house, South of the canal, and for a long time it was considered to be the type of what a school ought to be It soon became more than a school, as it became the social center for the district.

Dances social functions and meetings were held here which helped to lighten the winter evenings. The Lowrie Dux Medal was first presented.

In 1903 this was an annaul presentation until the school was designated as a special school.

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  1. In 1976 I visited Glasgow (from Brisbane, Australia) searching for “Drumchapel Row” which appeared on many of my ancestors & relations Birth, Death and Marriage Certificates, but not on any maps; I had a conversation with a bus driver parked in Drumchapel Road : “Drumchapel Row ! thares The row” he said, pointing to Drumchapel Road; “No” I replied “I’m looking for “R-O-W” not “R-O-A-D”; “Sorry Lad, nerery heard of the Raws”; This was the beginning of an amazing story.
    Knocking on doors in Drumchapel Road, I was told “If you want to know anything about Drumchapel you must go and see Mr. McKee in Verdon Crescent.”
    He climbed out from under his E-Type jaguar, looked me in the eyes and said “What’s your name again”, I repeated “Ray Coffey from Australia”. He sat me down in his lounge, ran off for a couple of minutes, returned puffing, and thrust a newspaper into my arms. There on the page was a photograph of my Grandfather! The half page article was titled “The Raws”..senses reeled.
    Slowly the facts emerged..It wasn’t my grandfather, but a look-alike cousin of my father named James Coffey, who we had never heard of.
    James had worked in the Singer Sewing machine factory for 40 years, given a gold watch on his retirement, and was sadly bashed one night when leaving a pub, the watch stolen, and his brain damaged, effecting his memory. He was placed in the Drumchapel Hospice, in a bed beside an arthritic crippled retired school teacher named Joe Hart.
    This unlikely combination had unbelievable results. James memory from the bashing was effected so that his recent memory was all lost, BUT it had highlighted his early childhood memories. He rambled on during the long days with stories, songs, poems and tales of his young life in Drumchapel Raws…and dear Joe hart, who could not sleep for his pain, wrote these stories out during the even longer nights with his crippled hands.
    Their endeavour was brought to the attention of Mr. McKee, who published the story, in serial format, in a local church newspaper.
    I was lucky enough to meet them both, and Joe gave me a 53 page typed copy of “The Raws” and permission to do with it as I wished. I would like to illustrate the story, and re-publish (with some editing);
    The story has many characters, events (extraordinary and normal), and all seen through the eyes of a wee Glaswegian lad; He describes in detail the death of my Great-Grandfather, the furnishings in the rooms, the tradesmen visitors, and many other trivia which would not be recorded anywhere else. In short I consider it an important Social History document, which I would love to share;
    I have also been given a postcard with a photograph c 1939 of the “Raws”
    Sincerely.
    Ray Coffey


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