I grew up in Glasgow during the 60/70's when I was 15, my family moved to the Lothians. My childhood memories are all about a rough area of Govan, were nobody had very much. Sounds awful, but it was'nt, I look back on those years with fondness, everybody looked out for each other and every door was open to you if you need it. Why am I getting all dewy eyed about my youth you might ask, well one of my other passions is reading or listening to audio books and this week I started and finished a book telling of a young boys memories of growing up in Glasgow after the war. The book is called "Last Song of the Night Tram" OMG it was an amazing read, he grew up in a different decade from me, but if I am honest not much had changed. I think what I liked the most was that these were the times my parents grew up in, some of the things he spoke about I remembered my mother talking about. I have had books move me, but the final chapters of this book had me sobbing, I was crying for his loss, but I think I also cried for time I could not get back with parents that are no longer here and also out of sympathy for a desease shared with another young woman. If you grew up in the tenements of Glasgow you should this, if you didnt and think you could follow the Glasgow dialect used through out the book, then give it a go...I know I cant wait to read some more from this author.
