JEAN: My father kept hens when I was young. One Sunday, a friend of my brother who lived in the Gorbals arrived with a day-old chick. The little chick lived in the house for a few weeks before it was put outside with the other hens. He was christened "Tootsie" and was always regarded as a pet. Tootsie was a cockerel and made so much noise that eventually my father decided he should become our Sunday lunch! When Tootsie was put on the table, my siblings and I were so upset we wouldn't eat him."
ANNIE: I had an aunt, she was a housekeeper just up at the Dams, you know, up from Barrhead. She got one day off a month, that was all she got and she came and took me into town - I was her favourite niece. We went to, och, what's that big place in Sauchiehall Street, the big bakers? I think it's now a tea room, Craig's... I was taken in there for a meal and she always bought half a dozen lovely big fancy cream cakes to take home... oh, that was the great event of the week when my aunt came down."
Created by
Paula Cuccurullo and Howard
Mitchell
Updated 1 September 1999
© 1999 WEA Scotland
