IBROX WRITERS: A COLLECTION OF WORDS
Exhibition open daily 14/04/17-26/4/17, 10am-4pm
This exhibition marks the end of a project between the Ibrox Writers Group and House for an Art Lover which has taken place as part of our Heritage Programme.
This project has taken place between January - April 2017. The writers responded to the content of the Heritage Centre which is in the former stables and dovecot buildings of Ibroxhill House and now situated at ART PARK House for an Art Lover. The Heritage Centre facility showcases the history of the local area including the 1938 Empire Exhibition, shipbuilding and much more.
Each writer has responded to the content of the Heritage Centre in their own way. They were inspired through group meetings, talks and personal research. The exhibition showcases a selection of works created during the project to read and listen to and includes a publication of works.
In addition to this exhibition you can join the writers for a coffee morning and readings at Ibrox Library on Friday 28/04/17, 11:00am-12pm.
Grant aided by Glasgow City Heritage Trust.
Image reproduced by permission of the National Library of Scotland.
Ibrox Writers Group are a creative writing group who meet on Fridays, 10am - 12pm at Ibrox Library. They write, read, support and advise, drink tea and visit inspiring places. Open to all abilities, they are always happy to welcome new members. If you are interested in joining, send a letter including your contact details to:
FAO Ibrox Writers Group, Ibrox Library, 1 Midlock Street, Glasgow, G51 1SL
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The Heritage Programme has been supported by:
BACK GROUND RESEARCH BY J ANTHONY LENTINI FOR HIS WORK 'WWI Scottish Solder’s Letter to his Wife'
A Soldiers Recollecton
Captain Robert Patrick Miles, King's Shropshire Light Infantry
Captain Robert Patrick Miles, King's Shropshire Light Infantry, who was attached to the Royal Irish Rifles recalled in an edited letter that was published in both the Daily Mail and the Wellington Journal & Shrewsbury News in January 1915, following his death in action on 30 December 1914:
Friday (Christmas Day). We are having the most extraordinary Christmas Day imaginable. A sort of unarranged and quite unauthorized but perfectly understood and scrupulously observed truce exists between us and our friends in front. The funny thing is it only seems to exist in this part of the battle line – on our right and left we can all hear them firing away as cheerfully as ever. The thing started last night – a bitter cold night, with white frost – soon after dusk when the Germans started shouting 'Merry Christmas, Englishmen' to us. Of course our fellows shouted back and presently large numbers of both sides had left their trenches, unarmed, and met in the debatable, shot-riddled, no man's land between the lines. Here the agreement – all on their own – came to be made that we should not fire at each other until after midnight tonight. The men were all fraternizing in the middle (we naturally did not allow them too close to our line) and swapped cigarettes and lies in the utmost good fellowship. Not a shot was fired all night.
Of the Germans he wrote: "They are distinctly bored with the war...In fact, one of them wanted to know what on earth we were doing here fighting them." The truce in that sector continued into Boxing Day; he commented about the Germans, "The beggars simply disregard all our warnings to get down from off their parapet, so things are at a deadlock. We can't shoot them in cold blood...I cannot see how we can get them to return to business."
On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day (24 and 25 December) 1914, Alfred Anderson’s unit of the 1st/5th Battalion of the Black Watch was billeted in a farmhouse away from the front line. In a later interview (2003), Anderson, the last known surviving Scottish veteran of the war, vividly recalled Christmas Day and said:
I remember the silence, the eerie sound of silence. Only the guards were on duty. We all went outside the farm buildings and just stood listening. And, of course, thinking of people back home. All I’d heard for two months in the trenches was the hissing, cracking and whining of bullets in flight, machinegun fire and distant German voices. But there was a dead silence that morning, right across the land as far as you could see. We shouted ‘Merry Christmas’, even though nobody felt merry. The silence ended early in the afternoon and the killing started again. It was a short peace in a terrible war.
We have been working with local schools and community groups to explore the rich, cultural heritage of Bellahouston, Govan and the surrounding areas. Below you can find out about exhibitions that will showcase the work created by these groups.