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Born
in 1949 in Birmingham, England, and in 1951 we had to move to Glasgow, Scotland
to a suburb Parish notoriously known as the “Gorbals”

 

The reason for moving was the
displeasure of my father’s side of the family that the marriage between my
father the Jewish faiths to my mother from a Scottish heritage of modestly poor
but extremely unpretentious people to have married living in Gorbals.  My father’s side of the family was extremely
wealthy people with Tailoring & Baking business(s) living in an affluent
neighborhood in Bethanal Green, London

 Goals

MoralsPortalsCoralsMortalsCorbelsCorralsGerbilsNormalsGimbalsHerbalsOralsGorbachOr add ‘Gorbals’ to the ignore list.  On the anniversary of my 65th birthday (2014)
I decided to write my autobiography, which spans over sixty-five -years of
reminiscences, and would like to share my experiences with the readers, as a
child reflecting back on the hardship, poverty, hunger, and the depression.
These memories from my childhood that I hold so dearly because they are
precious, and had dramatic changes over the years, the places I lived, the
people I knew,  I grew up with two
sisters Irene is one-year younger than I, and Linda five-years younger. I
remember my sister Linda being born I was four-years-old, she was born at home
in 1953 on Linthouse Street, and around that time, some of the tenement
buildings were being demolished on our street and we had to move, during the time we lived in the Govan/Gorbals, we moved eight times, It was
an unknown certainty to how long before we be moving again, each time they were
being demolished; it gave rise to rat infestation.   We
lived in flat-faced tenement buildings, (a few of them were destined to be
knocked down around us), in what was commonly known as “single ends”; the title
of my book is self-evident, the most prevalent part of my life growing up in
Glasgow, was the fear of entrapment from my surroundings and be succumbed into
the life of drunkenness and crime, it’s a pitiful display of people that I have witnessed so many occasions those
that are so determined to drink themselves into a stupor.  The Gorbals has had a long reputation of being
a gritty and rough area of Glasgow; it had become widely known as a dangerous
slum associated with the problems of drunkenness and crime    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Govan

 

Linthouse Street is
adjacent to the entrance of Fairfield’s Shipbuilders