|Posted on 30 July, 2017 at 9:25||comments (0)|
A Magical Tree
As part of nearly every session throughout the Kist in Thyme project the students got time to sketch, write or create small elements of art and words to illustrate the stories that they'd heard or had created themselves inspired by the archive material and plants they'd heard about.
Many of these elements have been included in the bigger art pieces, or have been used to line the Kist, they're a little bit of magic to lead you into story worlds, through memories and plant use through the eyes of the children.
One particular drawing stood out, the artist herself described it as 'just a doodle' but she could relate the story behind it beautifully, it had aspects of real plant use and fairytale, that went beyond what she'd just heard and took the us further along the path of the story...it had grown organically and then become a magical tree.
Charlotte told me how the berries were Hawthorn from a fairy tree, but when they'd fallen onto the ground beside the tree, there was a star left behind where every berry had been....just beautiful.
And this simple doodle was a fantastic design, the story was clear just from looking at it, it lent itself perfectly to becoming a symbol of the project on top of the Kist. skillfully engraved by the very lovely Simon Baker from Evergreen (who can be found here: http://www.evergreen.scot/ )
The Kist has since been filled with a selection of remedies the classes helped me make, herbs gathered from the school grounds and other items - a kind of 'cabinet of curiosities meets medicine box'!
Thanks so much to Charlotte for her beautiful design and please do come and see the Kist for yourself in our forthcoming exhibition at The Scottish Storytelling Centre from 7th September til 6th October 2017.
|Posted on 21 July, 2017 at 13:45||comments (0)|
All the art work, photographs, some of the stories and the Kist itself will be on exhibition at The Scottish Storytelling Centre from the 7th of September 'til the 6th of October 2017, please get in touch if you'd like an invitation to the launch or for more info.
For details see: http://www.tracscotland.org/scottish-storytelling-centre/centre-events/7687/exhibition-a-kist-in-thyme" target="_blank">http://www.tracscotland.org/scottish-storytelling-centre/centre-events/7687/exhibition-a-kist-in-thyme
To accompany the exhibition I'm also delivering a family friendly Kist in Thyme Scottish Special 'Herbal Magic and Potent Potions' workshop on Saturday the 16th of September from 2pm...I recommend booking fairly quickly the last few have sold out pretty fast...it's aimed at children (and adults) aged 7 and over but younger ones are welcome to attend a long as parents are aware that the stories and activities are aimed at an older age group!
Be brilliant to see lots of you there, and keep in touch if you fancy joining us for a wee dram and a blether at the exhbition launch!
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|Posted on 30 June, 2017 at 17:55||comments (0)|
Primary 7 turn stories and memories into art
The creation of a stunning picture re-telling one story from A KIST IN THYME with Primary 7 pupils from Doune Primary School,
All photos (c) JaneSumner 2017
I feel so chuffed and a little bit overawed by the comments P7 wrote in response to being asked to write a line or two about the project. I've decided to post them because what the group themselves have to say brilliantly illustrates how valuable storytelling and creative workshops can be in schools and because you can also tell by reading the children's own words what an interesting, bright, focused and lovely group of people they are!
I need to add something: I have worked with this class and the P6 group at Doune primary for 3 years and over that time, whilst I've been 'sparking creativity' and the rest, these two groups of children have helped me expand my practice, they've inspired this project and others and they and their teachers have given me so many good ideas that my practice has flourished and my skill as a storyteller has expanded no end.
A Kist in Thyme was itself inspired by this group's questions following my very first Herbal Magic and Potent Potions class that I created initially just for them to tie in with their topics that term.
They asked about the truth behind family memories of plant use and about Scottish folktales they knew and a seed was sown...so Thank you Year 7 Doune Primary School 2017, Mr Fleming, Miss Hallworth, Mrs Buchanan, Mrs MacNair, Mrs MacKay...and everyone else in the school (especially Miss Fowler who wasn't involved in this but contributed so much the previous year) you have been AWESOME!
I loved how the tree (the group created as an artwork illustrating the stories and their memory collecting branch of the project) was made with all the tags with all the stories we collected (from older family members and friend) on them and how the stars were made.
Feedback from P7 pupil Doune Primary
Imagination is the key to this experience, it took me on a dream I’d never thought I would experience.
Feedback from P7 pupil Doune Primary
This has been an extremely fun project. We have done lots of great activiities that we don’t usually get to do and we heard a lot of fun mythological stories. The finished result was brilliant I have really enjoyed doing this.
Doune primary P7 pupil
When I spend time with Amanda I enter a world of imagination that I don’t want to exit. I love spending time with her and I will miss her awesome stories when I leave.
I loved all the stories-they were amazing. I loved learning about the silk parachute from WWII. I am so proud of the finished results of the project and our years worth of work.
Hearing the mythological stories is magical. It has a great sense of adventure, it really captures my imagination and sparks my creativity.
I absolutely loved listening to amazing Scottish stories, myths and legends. It was so interesting and intriguing. Amanda was extremely good at telling stories and the whole project has been a really fun experience.
All the art work, photographs, some of the stories and the Kist itself will be on exhibition at The Scottish Storytelling Centre from the 7th of September 'til the 6th of October 2017, please get in touch if you'd like an invitation to the launch or for more info.
|Posted on 26 June, 2017 at 5:30||comments (0)|
The 12 Months
The creation of pictures re-telling the stories from A KIST IN THYME with Primary 6 pupils from Doune Primary School, all photos (c) Jane Sumner 2017
All the beautiful work created, the stories and photographs taken during the project will be on exhibition at The Scottish Storytelling Centre from 7th September 2017 , with an accompanying Potions Workshop telling the stories and creating some of the Plant potions and magic told as part of the project for families on Saturday the 16th of September.
For details of the exhibition and to book the workshop see : http://www.tracscotland.org/scottish-storytelling-centre/centre-events/7687/exhibition-a-kist-in-thyme
|Posted on 16 May, 2017 at 10:25||comments (0)|
BLACK DEVON AND RASHIECOATS
As you walk through the Black Devon reserve towards the River Forth at Alloa in April you can’t miss the rushes. The snow-soft down, drifts nonchalantly across the footpath, vital foodstuff for the birds and once a valuable resource fit for a princess.
If you turn to your left you might spot a castle away on the green hill, maybe you passed another on your way towards this watery landscape. Swans watch you avoid nettles from behind the screen. This is a place where stories line up to be told, their characters watch you from beneath stones and from within muddy puddles, choosing just one or two to share is a trickiest part of the adventure.
My day of stories for the opening of the RSPB reserve in April this year (2017) became an exchange. I shared a story or 3 and children went off in search of the creatures and plants that had inhabited them. Older people told me stories in response to mine, tales of babies born to the farming family who’d once managed the land, living on the island in the river. How the local factory had promised the father who’d stayed to look after his animals that they would sound the factory horn ‘once for a boy, twice for a girl,’ when his wife was taken into the hospital in Alloa, but bemused him when they’d got ‘carried away’ and sounded it three times! How the wildlife had been more diverse when the land was managed and how pleased local folk were to see the RSPB take over, hoping this would herald the wildlife’s return.
Children returned having found frogs to defeat mud monsters and seen princes under enchantments, cake was eaten and newts discovered...and I promised I’d share my version of one particular old Scottish tale that could have grown from this land online, for those who didn’t hear it or who wanted to read it again.
So here is my version of Rashiecoats the princess who came from a land of towers near a marshland a little like this one, a long, long time ago...
Now in those days the lives of royal children was very much in the hands of their parents and princesses and princes seldom got to marry anyone they chose for themselves, so it didn’t come as such a surprise when the princess in our story, young Morag, was summoned by her father and told she was to be married.
The problem only arose when she realised who her betrothed was to be...
‘Oh no’ thought the lass...’Oh no not him, anyone but him...’ the grumpy faced misery from the castle in the nearby glen, he was sullen and rude, he didn’t make her laugh and he was also so unkind...no, no, no he wouldn’t do at all.
Her father insisted the marriage would be in everyone’s best interests and begged her, implored her, threatened to ignore her wishes and went off in a huff and Morag pondered what she could do, trying to think of a plan to avoid marrying the miserable prince from the glen.
The next day she decided to go and seek the advice of the hen-wife, the wise woman who kept chickens, doled out herbs and potions, broths and oaths to those that sought solutions in the local village.
There she was told to return to her father and tell him she would consider the marriage only if he made her a coat of the finest gold, which the princess immediately went and did.
The king being a king found this task quite simple, he went to his coffers and took two bags of gold, one for the goldsmiths to turn to cloth and one to repay them for their trouble. Then taking the cloth, beaten, sheer and lustrous, he took it to the finest tailors who fashioned the princess a beautiful coat of pure gold.
When Morag saw the coat catch the light she marveled at it’s beauty, but a lump caught in her throat, how was she to avoid marrying the grumpy prince from the glen now she pondered.
Parcelling up her garments, she returned to the hen-wife the very next day and asked her again how she might avoid wedding the miserable prince from the glen.
This time the hen-wife told her to return to her father and ask him to give her a cloak and shoes made form feathers, freely given, one from each of the birds of the air.
When Morag returned her father scratched his head and paused, but then being a king got the finest seed from the royal kitchen and asked children to go to the garden and quietly offer a beakful of seed to any bird who would gift just one feather and he soon found he had a basket of the most beautiful feathers each fallen from a breast or a wing, which he took to his seamstresses and bade them fashion the princess a cloak and shoes of feathers.
The next morning the princess heavy hearted still refused to marry the grumpy prince from the steep glen and went back to the hen-wife with her tale of worries for a life yet to come and the hen-wife told her to go back to her father and ask for a coat, cap and shoes of rushes.
The king was tired now of hearing excuses, but indulged her one last time, because he loved her and sent the softest handed of marsh folk down to the waters edge and there he bade them collect basket upon basket of the down soft rush seeds. Then he had cloth woven and billowing, cloud-soft coat, cap and matching shoes made, surely now his wilful daughter would agree to the wedding.
But Morag would not, she took her coat and ran to the hen-wife, sobbing and pleading for a way to avoid marriage to the grumpy prince from the steep glen.
Unfortunately the hen-wife had no more answers to give and so Morag packed up her three coats and precious shoes and made her way out of the castle and away, into the land of towers hoping to find a new fate.
She travelled for a week or two and then found herself facing a long dark night of cold driving rain, so she decided to seek shelter at another tower castle a valley or three away from her home, one were she was a stranger and would not be recognised. Telling them her name was ‘Rashiecoats’ she was offered a bed and food if she would help in the kitchen.
She stayed one night, then two, then more and she decided to stay a while longer as she liked the work and the castle folk made her laugh. Then she stayed another month as it began to feel like home, then she stayed a bit longer as the son of the king in this castle was handsome and funny and kind and well...she taken a bit of a shine to him.
But in those days princes didn’t get to choose their own brides and the king had made up his mind to wed his son to a grumpy faced princess with bad manners from the next tower along the trail and even though his son begged and cajoled his father to change his mind the king would hear none of it.
The first Sunday that came along the banns were to be read in the nearby church and Morag, now Rashiecoats, sat by the kitchen fire with lunch to make and dishes to clean, wondering what she could do to change this prince’s father’s heart.
Now if you’re a smart girl, you can’t help but pick up an insight or two when you visit a hen-wife...you just start to remember useful, interesting stuff and Rashiecoats was a very smart girl.
She sat and pondered and came up with a plan. Taking a handful of seeds from the cooking jar she went out into the castle grounds and called out to the birds of the air to help her. the birds flew down, wise old owls, handsome harriers, charms of goldfinch, a flush of ducks and parliament of crows and each taking a seed, they told Rashiecoats to put on her coat and shoes of gold and go to the church whilst they took care of the kitchen.
Off she went, in her shimmering coat, whilst the birds washed with a wing and cooked with a claw, away to the church where she caught the princes eye and impressed his father, then ran back returning to the kitchen before the royal party returned for lunch.
But much as he’d admired this golden clad girl in the church the king still insisted that his son marry the grumpy princess in the tower in the neighbouring village and the following Sunday the banns were to read a second time.
Once again Rashiecoats took a handful of seeds from the cooking jar and went into the castle grounds calling to a summer cloud of swallows, a bellowing of bullfinches, a skein of geese and a siege of bitterns to help her. each took a seed and bid Rashiecoats put on her coat of feather and make her way to the church. Which Rashiecoats did, whilst the birds cleaned and cooked much as they had before.
Once again the royal party much admired the beautiful girl in her magical cloak of feathers and fine down-formed shoes, but the king still insisted his son marry the grumpy faced princess from the tower in the neighbouring village and the party returned just behind Rashiecoats then argued over their lunch.
The following week church plans were made a third time and things proceeded as they had yet again. When Rashiecoats made her way to church this time she wore her coat and shoes of Rushes and she seemed to the prince to be a magical being born in by a cloud and when she vanished after the service he begged his father to let him at least find this girl and discover who she was before he married the grumpy princess.
Well his father agreed and the prince ran out of the church behind Rashiecoats hoping to catch her before she vanished forever, but he was just a little too late and the only trace he could find was a seed quilted slipper on the church gate stone, dropped by it’s owner as she ran back to the kitchen.
And here I think you know how the story goes, a familiar tale of a love-lorn prince clutching a slipper asking girls around the kingdom whom it might fit...finding his prospective mother-in-law, the grumpy princesses own mother insisting it was her own daughters foot, determined the arranged marriage go ahead.
Clipping a bit off her daughters heel, trimming her toes, forcing an already miserable princesses foot into the rush slipper. The prince accepting his fate and seating the princess on the back of his horse and returning home tired and confused.
But then in this tale the birds are a force to be reckoned with and the wise creatures of the air, hover and call: ‘look down and you will see this wedding is not meant to be, your true beloved is at your home, Rashiecoats working in the kitchen by your own hearthstone’.
And the prince looks round and realises what has happened and sending the foot-sore grumpy princess away, goes back to his castle home and finds Rashiecoats, crying into the soup and the two go and seek permission of their fathers, who seeing a royal wedding that might suit everyone in the offing wisely agree to this new arrangement and being a story I imagine that the miserable prince from the steep glen that Rashiecoats now Morag once more was meant to marry in the first place but had previously abandoned and the grumpy ill mannered princess from the tower in the village met and were wed and lived ...well.. grumpily ever after, bickering and shouting at each other for a very long time...but then some people are just like that.
What I do know is that Rashecoats never forgot the kindness of the birds and the magic of the rushes and made sure that the birds always had a safe home, full of plants with a cloud of seeds and that that land, bordered by castle towers was meant to be kept that way for the rest of its days.
Or at least that’s how I tell it...
And maybe if you get a chance you’ll walk down from the tower in Alloa and across the marsh and see a charm of goldfinch flit among the rushes and share a story or two in a landscape where stories of birds, frogs, plants and islands line up to be told.
|Posted on 4 May, 2017 at 4:15||comments (0)|
STORY SHARING IN RUTHERGLEN: WW2, Food and Recycling!
Memories of WWII cropped up a lot in many of our intergenerational story sharing groups, one gentleman told us how the first time his sister saw a banana after rationing ended and food began to be imported more she screamed and thought it was a gun! People remembered that children were evacuated from Rutherglen although very few had been themselves, due to it’s industry and proximity to Clydebank and the Glasgow shipyards.
The changes to the lives of children, over the last 70 years stood out in all the sessions. But some things everyone had in common, sweet treats at picnics and playing in the park, games like football, skipping, days out ‘Doon the Watter’ to the nearest seaside.
These are some of the stories collected by the children from nine Rutherglen Primary Schools from their older family members, teachers, friends, neighbours and the residents in two local care homes.
-Peter told me how he would play football and they would run for six or seven miles. He was in the Royal Airforce. he was one of the people who won the war. He lived just outside Rutherglen. When he was a boy he loved playing cowboys, football and cycling. He became an RAF cross country champion.
-We spoke to a man who told us his dad was in the RAF and his brother was in charge of ammunition. Life changed for everyone when antibiotics were made. They saved his life.
-He loved football, there are lots of footballers from Rutherglen, there were 6 or 7 football pitches that he played at. His mum and dad met at an aircraft, but then his dad went off to Africa as a spy and he didn’t see him ‘til after the end of the war.
-My Grandma Rose was sent to the countryside in Wales during the second world war. It was a scary time.
-My Granny worked for Churchill and one day Churchill told my granny to type rubbish to the Germans. For 30 years she couldn’t say a word about it.
-During WWII my teacher’s Gran looked after some soldiers in her house in Burnside. One evening a soldier named James brought a chicken with him for everyone to enjoy. He was a farmer’s son from Dumfries. Sadly James was killed but my teacher’s Gran never ever forgot James or his chicken.
Food often evoked memories too
-When my teacher was a pupil at Burnside Primary she was the milk monitor and one of her jobs was to put one straw into every little milk bottle which arrived each day in a large crate. Unfortunately by the time she got to drink the milk it was quite warm and not really very nice.
-When my Gran was a wee girl she had 8 sisters and 2 brothers. They didn’t have a lot of money so every year at Easter instead of Easter eggs my Gran’s mum would boil eggs and give one to my Gran and her siblings. They would then paint patterns and different colours on them. After that they would go up a really tall hill and roll the eggs down it and wait for them to break.
I spoke to a lady about her favourite foods, her family and the games she played, she told me how Dumpling was her favourite cake and her favourite food was steak pie. She also told me about playing hide and seek with her sister, the lady sat next to her said she preferred tea bread, but also told us about how they used to play ‘chap the doors’ , I don’t think anyone would let you play that now.
Changes in recycling and food production was a common theme in many of the sessions, people remembered pigs being kept in the back yard, allotments next to the park, paying to go to the cinema with old jars (for the value in the days when you could return ‘ginger’ bottles to the shop and be paid a few pennies for your trouble).
Many people remembered being paid to go ‘tattie howking’ during the October holidays. School milk was either a high point in the school morning or was ruined by teachers keeping it next to the radiator.
One gentleman shared a marvelous story of passing four bakeries on his way to school and in the post war days of rationing being thrilled by the scent of freshly baked bread...he could have been the lad from the story ‘The Stolen Smells’ which can be found here: https://drwalsh.wikispaces.com/file/view/Gr+5+PSSA+scoring+practice.pdf" target="_blank">https://drwalsh.wikispaces.com/file/view/Gr+5+PSSA+scoring+practice.pdf
Our map shows three of the bakeries marked in red:
With thanks to the pupils from: Burgh, Bankhead, St Columbkills, Cathkin, Calderwood, Burnside, Spittal and St Marks Primary Schools in Rutherglen and the residents of David Walker Gardens and Rodgerpark care homes, for their stories and fantastic contribution to this project.
|Posted on 3 May, 2017 at 9:50||comments (0)|
Games, Stories and making Paper Boats
I've mentioned that paper was a theme at the Grow 73 Rutherglen intergenerational project before http://www.botanicafabula.co.uk/apps/blog/categories/show/2140201-overtoun-park-rutherglen-grow-73-nature-trail
We started the session with the story of the Rutherglen ship yard.
We also had a grand chat about the games at children's birthday parties and what everyone liked to play in the park
I demonstrated the tried and tested pre internet entertainment option of making a 'newspaper tree'...
...and then inspired by Rutherglen's iconic Clutha ferries we made paper boats...
These are the instructions I learnt from when I was 6, taken from Eleanor Graham Vance and Trina S. Hyman's 'A Treasury of Things to make and do' that my Nana Mabel gave me for Christmas in 1975. But if you want to have a go yourself there are plenty of short demo films on You Tube if you find that method of instruction easier...
The children then chatted to the residents of David Walker Gardens care home about the games they'd liked to play. Adding notes to their boats.
Drawing on the pavement with white chalk, hopsctotch, 'two ropes' and whip and peerie had all been favourites (a peerie for those who don't know is a spinning top usually made from wood which can be kept going with a whip).
Pea shooters were also favourites, just a rolled up paper tube...Oh and dried peas gone to seed 'borrowed' from the allotment that used to flourish with fruit,veg and flowers next to Overtoun Park.
The children talked about monkey bars and favourite chutes (slides to those of you out of Scotland!), and games of football.
Everyone regardless of age loved climbing trees.
David remembered climbing his Grannies fruit trees and eating the fresh juicy apples during war time rationing and the pigs she'd kept.
Bobby during a session at the BUPA care home on Rogers Drive had got us all chatting about Bogies (not the nasal variety!), home-made go carts and racing them down hills in parks. About how they'd gone round the houses as children asking if anyone had an old pram or trolley they could have the wheels from, gathering up unwanted timber and rope and building carties to race.
I could see some of the children fancying reviving this game...
So what would you love to play in the park? What would make you want to explore and go back time and again?
What would encourage you to take younger family members and friends along and start you reminiscing about hot summer days and amazing games, or what can you imagine would lead you back there in ten years time to share your memories with friends and children?
We'd love it if you read the stories in the Rutherglen blogs and thought about some of the shared memories and stories from the children, maybe made a paper boat or a paper book and went to Overtoun Park and thought about games and adventures of your own that link to the area.
Games that cross generations and how they might become a sculpture you could play on or tell a story of their own then you could send us your ideas. We'd love to hear from you, either in the comments below or via social media.
The stories of the session with the paper boats can be found here:http://www.botanicafabula.co.uk/apps/blog/show/44481346-clutha-ferries-of-rutherglen" target="_blank"> http://www.botanicafabula.co.uk/apps/blog/show/44481346-clutha-ferries-of-rutherglen
|Posted on 28 April, 2017 at 16:15||comments (0)|
STORIES FROM THE SCHOOLS IN RUTHERGLEN
We had some fantastic contributions from the children from Rutherglen schools as part of the intergenerational Grow 73 nature trail project.
Each child was sent home from the first introductory session with an unusual piece of paper, folded into a 'book' as a gesture towards the old Clyde paper mill at Rutherglen http://www.scotlandsplaces.gov.uk/record/rcahms/172686/glasgow-clyde-paper-mill/rcahms
The children ranged in age from primary 3 to primary 7 from 9 schools across Rutherglen.
The stories they brought back reflected the community in Rutherglen beautifully.
There were short lovely thoughts that also cast a light on the reason for Rutherglen's history of successful football players...
There were stories that inspired the student who heard it from her father and wrote it (after talking to the local heritage group) to go off and find a picture of the ornamental wrought iron lamp-posts that once graced Overton Park.
I'm going to let some of the stories speak for themselves for the next couple of blogs. After all the hope for this nature trail is that they connect the people who use it most to the park, allow them to re-story Rutherglen, love their local park and enjoy it...so here is the first stories from the children.
More to come over the next week or so....
if you'd like to say how you would see these stories translate into sculptures and nature trails in Overton Park we'd love to hear from you.
|Posted on 19 April, 2017 at 16:45||comments (0)|
Rugs, Ropes and Royalty
So you already know all about Rutherglen’s brush with ‘The Bruce’ during Scotland’s wars of independence but the Royal Burgh has other more recent regal connections too.
Templetons the carpet company, known throughout the area for their glorious factory front on Glasgow Green provided tied cottages in Limeside and Beechwood Avenues in Rutherglen, though privately owned today they were the homes of the managers and foremen of the carpet factory.
One lady on a social media forum dedicated to the history of and reminiscence about Rutherglen shared a brilliant story and she said I could share it with you
We best keep identities secret for reasons that will soon become evident...
Lets call her Agnes.
Agnes said I could tell you all this story as long as you promised not to tell anyone...
It’s all a bit hush hush ; D
Templetons received some amazing commissions for their beautiful carpets over the years. They made carpets for the Titanic, Westminster and the White House and most famously they made the carpet for the Queen's Coronation in 1953.
Agnes worked beside a woman, lets call her Sylvia, from Burnside, for many years and the two became friends. I imagine there was a certain mixture of hesitancy, pride and trepidation involved when Sylvia brought new friends round for tea, but eventually Agnes got the invite. She was asked to leave her shoes at the door and ushered into the hallway. Sensing an air of conspiracy she glanced around the hallway.
It was hard not to be impressed by the beautiful chenille carpet, soft, luxurious and quite unlike any other she’d seen, it took a moment for her to collect her thoughts and stop staring at the floor.
Nobody said a word, but there was something strange about how good the hallway carpet was in comparison to the fine, but far more modest carpets throughout the rest of the house.
Out of earshot of her parents Sylvia later disclosed that her Dad was a Boss in Templeton's and took home the spare off cuts of the Queen's Carpet.
But sshhh don't tell anybody.
Now a little bird told me that this wasn’t quite as unusual as it may sound...there was even meant to be a pigeon loft in one back close in Rutherglen carpeted with an off cut from Mrs Abraham Lincoln’s carpet...but that’s another story.
What I will say is if you’re planning getting rid of that once fine now ancient threadbare bit of off-cut rug in Ruglen, just check its provenance...it just might be from Templetons and the rest of it may have graced somewhere else altogether more fancy...your toes may well be in touch with a bit of history!
I shared the story at today’s intergenerational storytelling session for the Grow 73 Overtoun Park nature trail project, at the Rodgers Drive care home, with residents and pupils from Calderwood Primary. It followed on from a getting to know each other session and fitted really well from Gordon’s lovely story about how he’d had the same next door neighbour for 90 years.
The children then started to work on designs for their own carpet, fantastic creatures and elegant blooms started to flourish along our walkway, they chatted to the older folk and incorporated their ideas.
Bobby got guitars along his stretch,
Catherine admired the Cleopatra-esque face
and Margaret had a border of daisies to illustrate her name, Joan and Matty loved watching the children draw.
We finished by working in groups to chat about who we would invite to walk on our carpet, there were some heartwarming moments and choices that were just lovely and really touching.
The whole carpet got pride of place on the care home meeting room wall and hopefully will go on to inspire the sculptor who will be incorporating some of the stories into the nature trail later this year. I’ll come back and let you know later in the year!
I’ll finish with another lovely memory I heard was about a girl who worked for Templetons. In 1901 at the age of 19, she had emigrated to America, but a young tenter who regularly travelled up from Preston to work at Templetons had fallen for her...on finding she’d left, he embarked on the long journey to find her. I’m happy to say he did and the pair eventually married.
Now I’m wondering how many feet have graced the carpet I’m stood on right now, what brought them here, where are they going, what story they might have to tell, maybe you can help me fill in the soles/souls so to speak, where would you like this carpet to lead?
Oh the ropes...I forgot to mention the rope...they tie in honestly (teehee), I've run out of space...I'll extend and cover the ropewalk in another blog if you come back soon...
Fantastic link to The Templetonian magazine, with pictures and reports on the coronation carpet: https://universityofglasgowlibrary.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/templetonian-1953-coronation.pdf" target="_blank">https://universityofglasgowlibrary.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/templetonian-1953-coronation.pdf
Apparently the course of the coronation carpet did not run smoothly!: http://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofBritain/the-coronation-1953/
|Posted on 17 April, 2017 at 5:35||comments (0)|
The Lost Castles of Ruglen
Another interesting read a couple of weeks ago from ‘Rambles around Rutherglen’ led me to develop a session for one of the schools joining Grow 73 and myself for the Nature Trail project, based on the two castles that once dominated the landscape of Rutherglen: Rutherglen Castle itself and neighbouring Farme Castle which stood until the 1960's.
This passage drew my attention first as schools love a local connection to Robert the Bruce (it ties in with the popular primary topic and helps groups relate ancient bit of history to spots they recognise). But I’m also fascinated because we often forget in central Scotland where industry has dominated the landscape for so long, that we share our history with the more romantically perceived Borders and Highlands.
We too have depth of history hewn out of stone, stories interwoven with warlike passions, our manufacture grew on meadows, our ships were built where mermaids once murmured, we share sidh, knights and rowan trees with the rest of the country, they’re just hidden beneath layers of chemicals and brick built yards.
Communities have always been here, reinvented year after year as the livelihood changes and the money shifts hands...but finding our stories, holding onto them, re-growing them maintains the threads that bind us to our land (maybe ropes would be more fitting for Rutherglen), knit our communities together, reweave our connection. Finding and keeping those stories calcified into stones is important, it is a way to know the land we stand on and if you know a place you start to care for it, respect it and keep it.
So more of that in a later blog, this is what Hugh MacDonald starts off saying about Rutherglen Castle:
“The Castle of Rutherglen seems to have been at one time a place of considerable strength and importance. This structure, which was said to have been erected by Reuther, a king whose name is associated with the origin of the town, was indeed ranked among the fortresses of the country. During the troubles which broke out in consequence of the contested claims of Bruce and Baliol, the usurper, Edward of England, took possession of this and other castles of Scotland. Robert the Bruce, when he raised the standard of his country’s independence, determined to wrest this important place of strength from the English. He accordingly laid siege to it in the year 1309. On hearing of this, Edward sent his nephew, the young Earl of Gloucester, to relieve the garrison. What the immediate result was is somewhat doubtful. Some historians assert that Bruce overcame the garrison, while others are of opinion that he was forced to retire without accomplishing his purpose. In 1313, however, the Scottish king took possession of Rutherglen Castle, having driven the English from the country, and made a descent upon England, carrying fire and sword into several of the northern counties.”
The castle it would seem was handed for a short while during this tumultuous period into the hands of the Anglified French/Wales based Baron: Aymer de Valance, who for a while owned nearby Bothwell castle and many of the surrounding lands.
The only real remaining South Lanarkshire tower house of the time (as far as I can think tonight) close to Rutherglen is Crookston Castle
Back in 2008 storytellers Gerry Durkin and Alan Steele worked an a brilliant residency at Crookston castle, my mum Jean Edmiston delivered a few sessions there too... a bell rang, I dug out the book Alan wrote to accompany the residency: ‘The Secrets of Crookston Castle’.
In the book Alan shares a humorous tale of how Aymer de Valance during his stay at Rutherglen castle, with a cunning plan and a mighty force of highly trained men and expensive horse to boot lost to a handful of Scot’s soldiers led by an eighteen year old boy on his first command at Gleniffer Braes.
The castle then fell into the hands of the Hamilton family whom ‘Rambles...’ describes as meeting their ruin via ‘ an immediate judgement from heaven, drawn down upon them by their persecuting spirit’, very much it would seem the evil laird of the manor.
So I told a story to the group of a laird whose plans to sell his castle and displace his tenants with the aim of increasing his personal wealth and stealing the wife of his steward. The wife and her husband manage to fox the laird and escape but the castle is lost, dismantled stone by stone...
It leads to a lost saying
“Whilst there stands a castle within a boundary wall,
Ruglen’s fortunes will never fall”.
Stories are weaving together with history...one castle in Rutherglen was broken up by wars and re-used as masonry, the other was sold and became industrial units...(the boundary stones...well that’s in the next blog....)
I’ll weave the threads together soon, but meanwhile
Maybe we should rebuild one...
Farme Castle from http://www.glasgowwestaddress.co.uk/Old_Country_Houses/Farme.htm
The former site of Farme castle taken March 2017
Rebuilding castles with memories and pebbles with Bankhead Primary School pupils, March 2017.
Rutherglen Castle on Canmore: https://canmore.org.uk/site/45073/glasgow-rutherglen-castle" target="_blank">https://canmore.org.uk/site/45073/glasgow-rutherglen-castle
Rambles Around Rutherglen: https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=a6UJAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=rambles+around+rutherglen&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwimw9vkiPXSAhWrLMAKHQ5SAuwQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=%20rutherglen%20castle&f=false" target="_blank">https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=a6UJAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=rambles+around+rutherglen&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwimw9vkiPXSAhWrLMAKHQ5SAuwQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=%20rutherglen%20castle&f=false
Storytellers in Residence at Crookston Castle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHTty3trBtk " target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHTty3trBtk
‘Secrets of Crookston Castle’ https://www.abebooks.co.uk/book-search/title/crookston-castle/ " target="_blank"> https://www.abebooks.co.uk/book-search/title/crookston-castle/
Storytellers Alan Steel, Gerard Durkin, Jean Edmiston can all be found on the Scottish Storytelling Centre Directory here: http://www.tracscotland.org/tracs/storytelling/directory-of-storytellers/storytellers