Stories by Title A-Z

All through World War II, ordinary men and women were called upon to do extraordinary things. My gran, then Jean Middleton, was one of those people. She was not called up to fight, or to spy for ...

Growing up in the 70's as a child and living in the posh and delightful place that is St Andrews, I was blissfully unaware that I was entering a decade of discontent and life time of summer ...

Screams, death, fire, planes and bravery. All of these rolled into one tragic day. 9/11. The destruction of the twin towers and the death of thousands of innocent people. This all happened on an ...

My mother is one of those people that you only hear about in a story. One of those women that never seem to be able to say 'no', and not because they can't but because they don't want to. She is ...

I'm sitting in a pub near the Gallowgate listening to a jazz band called the Uptown Shufflers with my grandpa. He's drumming the beat on the table with his hands. He tilts towards me, and I lean in, ...

This story tells of the journey made by my mother-in-law. A young woman who dreamt of the big city. Isa Breen and Maggie Brown were the skylarks of their town. When they were working in the ...

My grandfather's name was William Easton and he was born in Glasgow around 1906. He was too young for the World War I and too old for World War II. He died in 1974 when I was only three and I have ...

Sixth of December 1941. Somewhere in Siberia. It's cold, dark, and the snow is feet thick. On a cattle truck, stuck in a railway siding, hundreds of exhausted Poles are crammed, hungry and ill. They ...

It may have been one too many cold mornings in the cowshed, a snippet of conversation overheard in the village, or an advertisement seen in the local newspaper, but one thing is for certain, Jessie ...