THE LAST TANNERY IN HAMILTON.

The Last Tannery in Hamilton.

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Greenside Skin works, or better known as “The Tannery” was built by Thomas Naismith in the year 1700, and it was a purpose-built Tannery situated next to the old slaughterhouse on Muir Street.

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The location of Greenside Skin Works, was roughly where the new flats are situated at the side of Back Row. It was a two-storey structure built on the banks of the Cadzow burn and the Tannery stood on this site for 258 years.

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The Naismith’s who owned the Tannery had also owned other properties in Hamilton, one was on Almada Street, which in 1819 it was known as the road from Ayrshire and Glasgow and the second property, was a large house on Church Street, right next to the entrance of the Old Parish Church. In the year 1819 there were also properties on Cadzow Street and Townhead Street that were owned by a William Naismith and a Jason Naismith, however, at the moment I can’t confirm if these people are from the same family.

The Tannery was passed through generations of the Naismith’s up until 1888, where it was sold to a firm of curriers called Gibson and Gillon who were also an established Currier and Leather Merchant who ran their business from 8 Postgate.

The Tannery was eventually sold 4 years later in 1892 to a man from Perth, this man was called William Murdoch and he ran the Tannery business up until 1942 where it was eventually shut down.

William Murdoch married a Hamilton girl called Jeanie Smith-Lochhead who was from Selkirk Street. They lived in Hamilton and William died 7 years after he closed the Tannery. He died at his home Inchyra, 16 Auchingramont Road and he was 91 years old. William had a son who he named John, after his father. John Murdoch lived in Hamilton and he also lived right up to the grand old age of 96, he died in 1997. If one of our readers think that they may be related to John Murdock, who died in this year, then please let us know.

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The Historic building was left to go to ruin and lo and behold the Town Council bought the building from John Murdoch. Time had eventually caught up with the old Greenside Skin Works and demolition started in December 1958, the old Tannery was no more. People who had known about the Tannery and who also saw it every day did regret the demolition of the building, but that’s the price of progress.

Written by Garry McCallum,
Historic Hamilton.

PAUL’S OF HAMILTON.

Paul's New Shop.
On the 17th of May 1958, it was advertised that a brand new shop had opened up in Hamilton Called Paul’s. Paul’s sold Baby clothes and today, they are still trading in the same premises.
 
Paul’s can boast as Hamiltons longest serving independent shop. Please correct me if I am wrong with this statement.
 
As you all know Paul’s shop is situated at Quarry Street why not pop in and have look around.
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Auld Pals,,

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Auld Pals,,

Written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

A wis gonnie tell ye a story aboot auld “Hillhoose” the fifty feet n’ the strawberry bing,
Bit jist as a wis writin it doon a gote a chapp it the door n’ that changed everything,
There wis a an auld pal stawnin there, a wee guy thit a hivnae see fur nearly fifty years,
The reason am tellin this is cause it’s youre fault “Historic Hamilton” fur bringin happy tears,,
😂
A worked wae him in ” Liptons” In Hamilton, bit the wee manager wis always in a sulk,,
Ye know wannae them wee numtys’ he didnae like me wan bit, n’ hid a face thit curdled mulk,
“Am sick of yous’ twos’ carry oan” wae yir music blarin’ “yir seperatin” then, a bitter pill,,’
Willie, youre stayin in this shop wae me, n’ you, aye, you “yir gittin deported tae Bellshill”
😈
He came doon tae see me cause his sister hid seen ma wee rantins’ on yir great site,
Him n’ “Mary Doll” n’ ma kids, hid gote the gither oan that “FACEACHE” n’he turned up friday night,
Am no kiddin’ when a say that surprised wisnae the word, ma hert jumped up, n’ a couldae swally”
Efter awe the years n’ some sheddin of tears thanks tae you a seen ma auld pal WILLIE MCINALLY,
🐺

( STRIKE ONE FUR MA BUCKET LIST)

St. Anne’s School in Hamilton.

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The Old St. Anne’s school.

Wilma Bolton sent us one of her pictures from her collection which I am sure will stir up a lot of people’s memories. Wilma told us:

“Once the old buildings are demolished they are lost forever. However, I managed to get into Saint Anne’s school before they knocked it down. I took a lot of photographs all of which I gave to Hamilton Reference Library. This means that anyone wishing to see their old school will be able to access them in the Reference Library”

 

Did you attend St. Anne’s? share your memories and tell us your stories from your former school

ROUND UP IS OVER AT MEN ONLY RANCHE.

 

ROUND UP IS OVER AT MEN ONLY RANCHE.
Transcribed by Wilma Bolton.

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Hamilton’s last drinking haven for men wanting to avoid wives, girlfriends or mothers is to go.

The Ranche Bar in Strathaven Road, famed for its sloping floor and no women-in-the-bar-rule is the victim of the 20th century progress.

Those responsible for the demise of The Ranche are not women’s libbers but planners.
A lot of men will be homeless” joked one of the lunchtime drinkers at the bar this week.
According to Hamilton’s chief planning officer Crawford Russell, what will happen, though plans have still to be firmed up, is that The Ranche and adjoining shops will be demolished to make way for 40-50 council homes.

These proposals are contained in the district council’s five-year plan, a report which outlines what changes Hamilton can expect over the next few years.

Wind of the proposed demolition reached shop-keepers in Strathaven Road last week.
They rejected immediately, organising a petition which has the support from tenants living in the nearby Eddlewood Housing scheme.

Miss Gwen Richards has one of those small shops which sells everything from cigarettes to Jaffa-cakes, and she is incensed at the idea that her shop could be demolished with no replacement.
This shop was opened by my grandmother when my grandfather died, she said “it will be sadly missed.” A pile of petition forms lie on her counter next to the Jaffa-cakes, and already Miss Richards has gathered more than 100 signatures.

SIGN.
Next door there is a chip-shop which has been there as long as Miss Richards can remember. They are collecting signatures. And at the bookies, two doors up, punters are putting their names to the petition after filling in their betting-slips. The Pakistani mini-store- also as a pile of petition forms for shoppers.

“A lot of people from Eddlewood shop here and there’s a lay-by outside, so we get a lot of passing trade.” Explained Miss Richards, adding “we are going to put forward our petition to the council. It’s up to the people now to sign it.”

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There’s no petition nestling next to the pints in The Ranche.
Last year, in an interview with the Advertiser the manager of The Ranche, Mr Alex Allison,, said the publican would rather see the bar closed than admit ladies. Ref Hamilton Advertiser. 30/4/1982. Page 1

Dae ye ken John Steed ?

Dae ye ken John Steed ?
By Hugh Hainey.

Wan night we hid a great idea tae hiv a wee bit fun, so we planned it fur days,
A bet ye’s awe remember the ‘Avengers’ oan the telly, they wur awe the craze,
Thir wis a shop hawf way doon hid a display wae John Steed n’ some wummin’
The plan wis, put bangers in the doors, n’ whit happened, we never seen commin,
😯
It wis guy fawkes night aboot ten o’clock empty streets wae no many aboot,
So we went doon ‘Quarry street’ n’ put bangers in awe the locks, facing oot,,,
Then we awe grouped the gither, n’we started tae light thim, in sets of fours,,
Yil never guess whit happened next, aye” they went aff n’ blew oot the doors,,,
😅
The rackit brought oot awe the punters, fae the Windsor, the Moy n’ even Skeltons,
Men n’ women runnin’ in n’ oot the shops, even a gang of navvies wearin “weltons,
They wur runnin aboot wae allsorts of stuff, n’some big bowler hats and brollies,
Thir must hiv bin aboot fifty of them, loadin , and some wur gawn aff thir trollies,
😈
A saw this bloke wae two dummies’ awe dressed up wae suits thit wur new.
Next day somedae hid reported two “naked dummies, found waitin fur the 62”
Och aye, yir thinkin this couldnae hiv happened, bit this story is true tae tell,

A only got a bowler hat n’ a brolly, ok, n “maybe the odd suit length aswell”

(Oh mother,,)