64 thoughts on “ALL OUR YESTERDAYS”

  1. The second street scene is one I’m quite familiar with as it’s one of the ways to go between my place and Ninewells Hospital… It’s at the junction of Lochee High Street and Loon’s Road, from above Muirton Street – possibly taken from up on the railway bridge just uphill from there, which I read was part of the Dundee to Newtyle railway.

    Here’s how it looks on Google Street Maps today: https://t1p.de/ldccek.

    That particular railway line closed to passengers in October 1955 and the Lochee trams stopped running a year later, so that limits the timeframe a bit. Early ’50s? The cars and the fashions look a bit too modern for the immediate post-war years.


  2. The set of pram wheels with a wooden seat, we used to call a guider. Folk fi Dundee would ca it a cartie if my remembrance of Oor Wullie is correct.

    The picture of the sweeties is the best one yet, sending sparks down aged neurons that have been lying dormant for decades…

    …although the mighty Zep need no such stimuli.

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    1. A guider in Embra, a cairtie in Dundee. In Glesca and Clydebank it was called a bogie, yet in nearby Dumbarton it was called a gig. I wonder how many different names there were for them across the country.

      Never mind the neurons, Conan – I put on several pounds just looking at the sweeties.

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    2. In Glasgow, such a devise was called a ‘bogey’. My pals and I made many of them. Ball bearing sleeves were popular for wheels.

      It was only subsequently that people misused the term ‘bogey’ for ‘snotter’.

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      1. Dumbarton it was a bogie, pram wheels and axles were in great demand along with a fruit box for the seat, a bit of clothes line for the steering, happy days and re-cycling before it was seen as green.

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        1. Dave, in Westcliff, Castlehill and Brucehill, I only ever heard it called a gig. Pram wheels were in ready supply then – it must have been because of the baby boom 🙂 I remember we used to make the front axle steerable by bashing a couple of big nails into the plank, hammering them over until they left just enough room for the axle to be slipped in and also allowing a limited degree of steering. Of course, every now and then the front axle would come out causing the occasional spectacular crash – great fun and skint knees. But in those days, knee scabs were a badge of honour.

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          1. In Glasgow, we were more sophisticated technologically in fixing on the axle. We cut both end off a can, then opened it at the seam to make a rectangle and then nailed this to the underside of the bogey, allowing a bit of slack for the axle to turn when steering. Bigger cans (such as the National Dried Milk ones) were just hammered flat and used in the same way.

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            1. Alasdair, I never knew about the tin can front axle unit. The main use for empty tin cans down my way was as billy cans for making tea. My Dad and other guys made them for use at their work. We kids made them to make tea “doon the shore” on Clydeside. You rinsed out a can, punched two holes, one opposite the other, near the top rim, made a handle out of a piece of wire and Hey Presto! – yer ain billycan. Fill yer can wi water frae the burn, balance it on the sticks o’ a driftwood fire and when the water’s bilin’, throw in a handfu’ o’ tea. Leave tae stew. Rerr!

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          2. Posh parts of Dumbarton then.
            In the Rantin we used bogie.
            Same design though for the front steering, no Ackermann angle at the wheels.
            We were hairy arsed weans then and lots of weans, the last of the baby boomers.

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              1. The only brakes we had on our bogies in Greenock worked on the scliff principle, whereby you put your feet hard down on the road and hopefully scliffed to a stop…
                Bogie in the photo must have been an executive model, with a bolt through the front axle mounting board to work the steering. We had to use the aforementioned flattened-can-and-nail system for component location. I’m sure it would have passed an MOT test. What could possibly go wrong?

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  3. The photo of the dustmen brought back my shame at not knowing until very recently that scaffies comes from scavengers. Maybe we should start calling them scaffies again since they are emptying the re-cycle bins.

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  4. Surely recycling technicians at the very least.
    I think waste disposal management consultants has a better ring to it.
    Denial isn’t a river in Egypt.
    The old ones are the best, Scaffies it is.

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  5. The bogie, my daughter’s father in law, from Sunderland, refers to that as a bogie, perhaps Charlie took some over the border with him.

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  6. In pic 3, the ad for the Zephyr 6 looks like it should carry a warning to kids about “Stranger danger”: can you imagine using a photo like that in an ad nowadays? Pic 8 is a Rover, maybe P5? 1970S? Pic 12 is of a Bedford OB coach. The destination shows Lerwick, the operator is Thomson and a fishing boat in the background carries the letters LK – I’ll make a wild guess that it’s Lerwick in Shetland. That bus has a wee story –


    1. Yes, the Rover is a 1967-reg P5 with the 3 litre six cylinder engine. Later that year the P5B came out, fitted with the 3.5 litre Buick-derived V8 engine.
      First pic is an Austin 3-Litre, which replaced the old Westminster A110. It looked like the 1800 “land crab” but had rear wheel drive, carried over from the old car. Never sold in any numbers and there can’t be many left…
      The old dust-carts with the roll top bodies were mostly Karrier Gamecocks which had tipper bodies to empty from the rear doors.

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      1. Three litre… quite big for an Austin?

        The Westminster was quite a posh affair, I think.

        I never saw one of these old scaffie wagons, but lifting these bins all day musta been a hard job…


        1. It was the “C” engine*, the straight six as also fitted to the big Healeys, the MGC and the Westminster. The 3-litre was the last rear wheel drive Austin model.

          *The B being 15/16/1800ccs and the A 850/997/998/1100/1275.

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  7. The photo of the chocolate bars and other sweets remind me of how colourful the wrappers were and bigger too. They also made me fatter than I wanted but it was worth it.

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  8. Pic 1 is an Austin 3 Litre. A luxurious cruiser although if I remember correctly the early automatics didn’t have a 1st or 2nd gear selection. This meant that when caught in snow the lack of traction would cause the gearbox to race up the gears which meant the car would go nowhere fast.

    Pic 9 I think is the wonderful Rover P5B 3.5 Litre Coupe. There was a non runner in the car park down the street from our house. I used to fantasise about buying it and doing it up but i was only about 13 at the time. For many reasons not counting the 13 miles to the gallon economy it proved to be nothing more than the early pipe dream of a future petrolhead. The Scrappy was the only destination written into that cars future.

    We called them Guiders in West Fife too. The big pram wheels were the fastest but failing accidents the spokes used to get shaken out on the rough tarmac so they had a short life. We used to use steeples (u nails) to attach the axle to a bit of 4 x 2 with a bolt as they pivot point for the steering. The combination of your feet and a bit of clothes rope to operate the steering was the technique of choice. I don’t know what speed we actually achieved but it felt like a hundred miles per hour. The roads weren’t so busy back then but they still weren’t without their dangers. My pal smashed one of my best guiders when avoiding a double decker bus and a fierce dispute involving harsh language and fisticuffs ensued between us. We made up a few days later though.

    Yeh, we didn’t have any fancy electronic gizmos handed to us in the old days, we made our own entertainment.

    O god! I sound just like my grandad and I look like him as well.

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    1. LOL…

      I was thinking as I read that, that kids had to be pretty inventive and have practical skills… which most kids don’t need today.

      On the other hand, I sometimes watch kids just out of their prams navigating their way around a cell phone far more expertly than I do.

      So, I guess, things change, but not that much.

      Ahhh… childhood fights that were sorted after a couple of days… with no hard feelings.

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  9. I’m taking a chance here and suggesting that the vessel behind the bus at Lerwick is the ‘St Clair’ (or ‘St Magnus’ as she was renamed). These vessels ran twice weekly sailings to the Orkneys and Shetlands from Leith and Aberdeen, bringing passengers, cargo and mail to the islands, and taking away passengers, livestock and other goods. I didn’t sail in this vessel, but in the 1960’s twice sailed in the St Ninian from Leith to Lerwick via Aberdeen and Kirkwall, with time to disembark and explore at all ports, leaving on Monday evenings and returning to Leith on Saturday evenings. It was a great wee holiday if you needed a break and some sea air, but I wouldn’t have chanced it in midwinter.

    Here’s one of the Pentland Firth ferries, so you can imagine being a wee bit further out in the North Sea! – strong stomach required just to watch:



    1. Lived in Thurso.
      We used to watch the St Ola leave Scrabster in the winter, pretty calm waters until She/He/IT, passed Holborn Head where He/She/It would be swallowed up in the huge waves in the Pentland Firth. Then appear on top of a wave only to disappear again.
      Funniest thing we saw there was when the Royal Yacht called to visit lizzie the un-numbered, the frigate that was the protection was Half the size of the yacht..
      Seems charlie owns the castle at May.

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      1. Yes, Dave, the QM left Charlie the castle in her will.

        My granny left me one as well, of course… or was it a table and chairs? Oh yeah, that’s what it was.


    2. Oh dear no. I don’t think my stomach could take much of that, JoMac. I’ve always fancied going to the islands by ferry, or even up to the Faroes, but I’m fairly sure that I’d be miserable.

      Funny think is when I was a kid we went on a cruise and we crossed the Bay of Biscay. Almost everyopne was as sick as a parrot, and I was just fine.

      But maybe 10 years ago I came back across the channel from Calais and oh boy was I sick…


  10. Max Bygraves is presumably publicising his record of the song “You Need Hands” (now which contemporary political figure comes to mind ?!?). Bernard Bresslaw did a spoof version called “You Need Feet” in his best Army Game voice.

    I saw Bygraves at the Glasgow King’s in the 60’s ; he had his son on drums in his backing band and announced that he could have sent the lad to Eton. This did not seem to impress a Glasgow theatre audience as much as he may have anticipated.

    Things went downhill fast when he asked for requests from the audience whereupon a real guttural Glesca voice from the gods shouted for the “Educating Archie” song. Bygraves claimed be couldn’t make this out, which was perhaps plausible, but this was interpreted by the audience as an unwillingness to be reminded of his early radio days as straight man to a ventriloquist’s dummy. It ended with almost the entire audience shouting out the name of the song and laughing loudly as he abandoned the idea of doing requests.

    The Fords and many large other cars of that period had a column gearshift which permitted the installation of a bench front seat, offering greater flexibility for our personal styles of social interaction on dates, not to mention accommodation for foursomes. I once had a Reilly2.6 with a cunning alternative, a right hand gear shift down by the door,

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    1. I think Glasgow saw off a lot of entertainers who really didn’t have the patter to cope with the locals.

      Don’t know which of these is worse…


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