The subject of bottle deposit is high on the agenda just now. Oh, we did have fun as youngsters collecting bottles to get money back. Sometimes there was a problem when the shopkeeper…

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The boat was fourteen feet 6 inches in length and Ben was five feet one inches tall, so there is a bit of artistic licence in my drawing. Ben Parsonage was seldom seen without his Bunnet…

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I would like to find some light hearted stories from the archives to turn into Tales. There must be more if I look hard enough, but with all the problems in the world it is hard to be jocular. Rescue Societies including our Society in Glasgow.…

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Dogging was a once widely used Glasgow term for playing truant or skipping off school. It was a lovely summer day, warm, sun splitting the trees, so why go to school? …

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One day I was pottering about in the front garden of our house. I was, as usual, keeping a watching eye on the river, and things happening around the park. I noticed a woman who seemed to be wandering around with no apparent good reason.…

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You try never to be in the water beside a drowning person. They will do anything to keep their head above water, even try to climb upon you. This was drummed into me during practice sessions at the Young Swimmers Athletic Union in Whitevale Baths. Terrific training, though little did I know at that time, how important it would be to me in later life.…

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New Year approaches as I write this. I have had some unusual occurrences at New Year. As the Tron Steeple Bells rang out, I have wished a Happy New Year to Ambulance crews, Police Officers and strangers I had rescued, having gone off the St Andrews Bridge hoping I would rescue them…

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Bennie Parsonage was called one very cold winters day, snow on the ground, to search at the Bridge Wharf for a man who had been seen by the Policeman to enter the river, Clyde. The Officer was on points duty at the corner of the Broomielaw and Oswald Street. In those days there were no traffic lights and…

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One afternoon while working on a boat repair at the wharfage, I was visited by one of my friends, the captain of a local Rowing Club who row from the west boathouse next to the Tidal Weir. He said he was perturbed that a sculler had gone out from the boathouse about three hours ago and had not returned…

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Bob Davidson, a retired Glasgow Policeman, and Dan Millar members of rowing clubs in the years 1914 to 1918, remembered the wee boy in short trousers who was always around the boatyard helping the Geddes’s. This boy could jump around the…

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