A view from downtown Glasgow, this shows just half of the group playing that day. Love, love, love how these ladies are dressed!
The Scottish Poetry Library has put together a growing collection of downloadable poster, each featuring a wonderful piece of poetry to inspire your days. This one features a work by Glasgow-born Alan Spence.
Charles Rennie Mackintosh was born on June 7th, 1868, on Parson Street in Glasgow, Scotland. As a young man he apprenticed with a local architect then, in 1889 moved on to a larger, more established firm in the city. To compliment his apprenticeship, Mackintosh began taking classes at the Glasgow School of Art, and it was there that he met Margaret MacDonald, her sister Frances MacDonald and Herbert MacNair (who was also a fellow apprentice with Mackintosh at the architectural firm Honeyman and Keppie.) Mackintosh would later marry Margaret MacDonald and, together with Frances and Herbert, become known as “The Four.” They formed an informal creative alliance which produced innovative and at times controversial graphics and decorative art designs which made an important contribution to the development and recognition of a distinctive ‘Glasgow Style’. This was all during the heart of the Arts and Crafts movement.
If you travel to Scotland there are several place you can visit that will show you Mackintosh’s architectural work. The Charles Rennie Mackintosh (CRM) Society‘s website is a good place to find information on his buildings and displays of his design work. There are a few gems that shouldn’t be missed including The Hill House, the Glasgow School of Art and the Willow Tea Room.
These are my grandparents, Peggy and David. They were both born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland in the early 1900’s and arrived in the United States in the ’20’s. To say they lived the American dream is to over-simplify their story, but it seems to clearly explain why my grandfather chose to leave home. David came to this country and did hard, physical work. He became passionate about unions and the opportunity of democracy. My grandfather worked to become an American citizen, and eventually bought a home, establishing a sense of permanence.
Things weren’t quite the same for Peggy. My grandmother never became a citizen and always had visions of returning to Scotland to live. She even resorted to taking my mother there and living for a year or so without my grandfather. I wish they were here today so that I could better understand their passions, but I’m fairly sure that my love for Scotland is genetic. My mother has it and her mother never lost it. So, it is for them that I launch this blog. My grandfather told me once that you should do what you love. It’s taken me a long time to put all the pieces together, but . . . here goes.
PS. BTW, my grandmother’s family found out she was engaged when they saw this photo in the window of a local photographer. That minx.