One day last month we decided to travel to my beloved west of Scotland, all of seventy or so miles away from where we now live, but a miss is as good as a mile – as THEY say. We were aiming to visit Holmwood House, an Arts and Crafts house which is now owned by the National Trust. I’ll blog about that house sometime in the future.
On the way back from that part of Glasgow I mentioned to Jack that an ancestor of mine (great great uncle?) had designed a church and monument in Battlefield, which happened to be the area we were in, just as I said that we passed the monument which is now situated on a traffic roundabout! The Wiki link is wrong, I think that must have been his son who went to Australia.
It’s much bigger than I had imagined. The monument commemorates the Battle of Langside in 1568 which ended with the defeat of Mary, Queen of Scots’s army on that site, or certainly nearby. Alexander Skirving designed the monument in 1887 which was the 320th anniversary of her defeat.
As ever, we in Scotland are always in a bit of a quandary, would we have supported her or been on the other side? I suppose it depends which religious leader you favour – the Pope or John Knox. What a choice!
The church is now a bar and eatery, as so many of them are nowadays, if they haven’t been turned into flats or demolished. We had already had our lunch at Holmwood, we’ll try that restaurant out another time though.
After that the only thing I wanted to seek out was the street that I knew must be fairly nearby, named after the architect and also of course my own maiden name. With a bit of help from a passerby we found it, as you can see it’s typical Victorian tenements, it’s actually quite a long street the photo below is about half of it.
There are shops further up, including a bookshop which very annoyingly was closed for the day. It was a bit surreal to see my surname above a Chinese take away. They’re usually called Lucky Date, Golden Moon or some such thing, but I suppose it means that people won’t forget where it is! It’s something that Alexander Skirving could never have foretold when he designed buildings for this area.
There aren’t that many of us about with that Skirving surname, in fact I’ve never met any that I wasn’t related to. It appears in ancient Scottish surname books, but not in ordinary ones, and is of course originally Scandinavian/Viking. Some people like to think that in Britain our ancestors have been here forever and a day, but like everywhere else we’re just a bunch of mongrels when you get right down to it.
It’s always intriguing to find a place-name associated with one’s surname.
That’s some substantial and elegant architecture in the church. A pity to see it converted to secular use, but at least it’s still standing and I see (from http://www.theglasgowstory.com/image/?inum=TGSA05310 ) that the original stained glass is still in place.
Valerie,
We could see the stained glass from outside but of course you never get the right effect without the light behind it, so that’s why we’ll be going back sometime. Thanks for the link!
What a fun adventure! It’s so cool that your family made such an impact on that town. I’m glad another use was found for the church. It kills me when interesting architecture is demolished. There’s nothing built today that can compare to the old buildings.
Joan,
It was a good day out! THEY say that it costs too much to restore some old buildings, but the ones they replace them with will last no time, in fact quite a few concrete buildings that I watched being built in the 1980s/90s have been demolished already.
How good to see for yourself such immediate links between place and family.
Sandra,
It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for decades!