On Saturday morning we went to a part of Clydebank called Whitecrook. Mum grew up in Whitecrook, and we took her to visit some of the houses and streets from her childhood. We didn't go into any houses of course; we just walked and drove around the streets. We also visited Mum's friend, Beatrice. I think this was a nice walk down memory lane for Mum. We also visited Hamilton Street, where we lived just before leaving for Australia, but the building we lived in was demolished many years ago, and in its place now is a carpark (paging Joni Mitchell).
In the afternoon, one of the local pubs hosted an event for us called Aussie Hollands in Clydebank. Many thanks must go to our cousin, Scott, for organising the event and setting up the room with Australian flags, koalas, kangaroos, and a buffet. We put the word out a few weeks ago, inviting all our relatives to come, meet, and spend the afternoon with us. I don't know how many people turned up, but it was a lot, and I very soon gave up trying to remember how we are all interconnected.
Very special thanks to all who travelled to Clydebank for the event, including some who came from Ireland, and our cousin, Terry, and his daughter, Brooke, who travelled from Montrose and Edinburgh, respectively. It was great to meet/catch up with new and old faces alike.
Wish you were here.
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