The Salvation Army
The Salvation Army
Another bite sized chunk of Blantyre History
On the right hand side traveling north up Forrest Street would be the side entrance into the homes and the Black’s Bakery, after that you came to one of my favourite places as a child, The Salvation Army Hall. My little pals and I used to go down to the hall in a Sunday afternoon for our Ginger and biscuits all free, and you were encouraged to sing at the top of your voice, which I could not do in my own home, it was just great. We did not know what we were singing about but with biscuits and ginger who cared. We were all little tough guys, so girls always suffered. After we came out of the service, if you can call it that, we would immediately start making fun of the Salvation Army, like singing songs about them. One I can remember went.
The Salvation Army free from sin,
all went to heaven in a corned beef tin.
The corned beef tin began to smell,
so they jumped out and landed in h–l
I have to-day the greatest respect for the Salvation Army, and in my books they are the very best, in all that they do.
Further on down the road you had the main entrance to the oil works and then you hit a very rough man made path leading from Forrest Street and going over to the Village Railway Station ‘A SHORT CUT’. This was a great savings for the people who lived furthest east in Blantyre and who had to catch a train for whatever reason.
|You can just about see the entrance into Forrest street from the Main Street, on page 34 of “OLD BLANTYRE BOOK”.
If you look past the tram car on the left hand side you can make out a piece of a cart, then two poles, right on the second pole there is a window with a white blind drawn down. Left down here would be the entrance to Forrest street.
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