1925 AND 1926

In February of 1925, Robert was born, and in a way, it eased the grief we all felt after Alec's death. Even at that age, I realized what it meant to my Mother and I suppose Robert took our minds away from that -- to some extent. So we watched Robert develop into a pudgie little tyke who had a few problems of his own along the way. He would occasionally have convulsions, which was very alarming, but not life-threatening.  When it happened, I had to run like hell, nearly a mile to the Doctor's house and ask him to come right away. Robert eventually outgrew that problem, but it kept us all hopping for awhile.   

In the Summer of 1926, a General Strike was declared. It started with the miners, then grew until every trade and union were involved. Trains, trams and buses were all affected. People couldn't get coal to heat their houses and all of us had to improvise in everything. We went to the local gasworks, which was about a mile up the road. There, we could buy a fairly large bag of coke, which we carried home in an old baby carriage (pram). We were fortunate enough to have a gas fire in the front room which provided heat.  The coke was used in the kitchen. 

I don't know if it was a factor in influencing my father to move, but with the strike, he had a difficult time getting to and from his job.  He could not go on strike, because he was in plant maintenance, and had to put in his hours somehow.  Frequently, he camped with others in the plant for a few days and, occasionally, he had a two-and-a-half-hour walk from the east end of Glasgow right through Glasgow to Clydebank.  In the autumn of 1926, my dad decided that in November, we would move to Dalmuir, which was a mile west of Clydebank.  I wasn't happy about the move because I was leaving good friends, teachers I was very fond of and surroundings which were far more to my taste than Dalmuir turned out to be.