{"id":2637,"date":"2019-04-26T23:41:35","date_gmt":"2019-04-27T03:41:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=2637"},"modified":"2019-04-26T23:54:30","modified_gmt":"2019-04-27T03:54:30","slug":"1960-unforgettable-summer-glasgow-was-a-shock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=2637","title":{"rendered":"1960 UNFORGETTABLE SUMMER: GLASGOW WAS A SHOCK!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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SHOCKED!…I WAS NOT READY FOR MAY 31, 1960<\/font><\/div>\n

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    The summer of 1960 is so deeply carved into my brain that the events remain crystal clear.  The days started off<\/font><\/div>\n
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An ordinary life in Toronto in May 1960 was really wonderfull but I never thought much about it.<\/font><\/div>\n
Our life was safe, affluent, active, open, \u2026 and taken for granted.<\/font><\/div>\n
Lots of friends, enough money to enjoy life and safe streets.<\/font><\/div>\n

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CAught the train in Blind River.  Arrived back in Toronto from the Elliot Lake adventure.  Phoned Marjorie from Sudbury as she is still in North Bay\u2026always easy<\/font><\/div>\n
to talk with her, perhaps for a lifetime.  My brother Eric met me at the West Toronto station and later drove Eric to work at Toronto beaches where he is a lifeguard<\/font><\/div>\n
with endless stories to tell some of them quite bizarre.  Loved the screwing match story best\u2026Binoculars used to survey Cherry Beach then yell \u2019Screwing  Match\u2019<\/font><\/div>\n
to get others excited by illicit sex.  \u201cWhere?  Where?\u201d  \u201cRight here  and Eric would show that he held a screw and a  match in his hand.\u201d  I found that really funny.<\/font><\/div>\n
 Then  proceeded  to the Huntec  office.  A  beautiful day of sunshine.  FloydFaulkner is getting married  on Saturday<\/font><\/div>\n
then almost immediately will fly to Hudson\u2019s Bay for a three month job.  No time for a honeymoon obviously.  Floyd remains cheerful still calling  me Fucking Al as a<\/font><\/div>\n
term of endearment.  Then picked  up my passport and health certificate  for entry to Southern Ireland. A flight has been booked\u2026Toronto to New York to Scotland to <\/font><\/div>\n
Dublin.   Gord Brand  got me a  day  job in Kinmount using our family 1953 Meteor at 9 cents a  mile.  Dad is not too happy about that for he will have to<\/font><\/div>\n
take public transportation all the way  from west Toronto to Whitby\u2026couple of hours each way at least.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Thursday May 19, 1960<\/font><\/div>\n

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Got up at 6 a.m. and  travelled fast to Kinmount on empty roads.  Two cow moose  ran  alongside the car just east of  Kinmount.  Arrived  at the hidden job site  <\/font><\/div>\n
where Paul Head and  Gord Brand were waiting with the Induced Polarization (I.P,) unit all set to go.  Lunch was fittingly eaten and washed  down with a  case<\/font><\/div>\n
of I.P.A. (Indian  Pale Ale) which seemed  fitting.  Get it?  I.P. unit and  I.P.A. Ale!  We  spent the afternoon laying base line  cable through the bush.  Found a strange<\/font><\/div>\n
shack in the bush  with a  bunch of dead porcupines.  Disgusting if killed for no reason\u2026hunters hate porcupines as quills get in the mouth and noses of their hounds.<\/font><\/div>\n
We drove down to Peterborough in the evening staying in luxury at the Rock Haven Motel.  Gathered  in the bar where Paul Head told us tales of Arizona.  Just think<\/font><\/div>\n
Huntec  had planned to send me to Arizona  ten days ago.  Now all has changed.  Earlier in day we met two large turtles\u2026a painted turtle and  a snapping turtle.<\/font><\/div>\n
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We drove back north to the anomaly which is a few miles east of  Kinmount.  Stopped  for breakfast at a beautiful spot with a waterfall beside it.  Continued north <\/font><\/div>\n
as  road  changed  from triple lane paved to double lane to single lane to gravel to a grass covered trail.  Sounds joyful?  Not so.   Every  square inch of  our exposed<\/font><\/div>\n
flesh  was dinner for the damn black flies who are at their peak  right now.  They are ravenous.  We only managed to completed less than  two lines, This machine <\/font><\/div>\n
(I.P.) can be quite dangerous\u2026500 volt shock if foolhardy.  We  are careful.  Drove back to Kinmount which was really jumping for a change\u2026summer people have<\/font><\/div>\n
arrived.   I was too tired and dirty for any socializing.  We  are putting one hell of  a lot of mileage on the \u201953 Meteor which  is a bit of a worry as it is  our first<\/font><\/div>\n
family car and treasured by all.  Phoned mom from a Kinmount telephone booth which was  loaded  with mosquitoes just waiting for someone like me.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Saturday May 21, 1960<\/font><\/div>\n

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We  got a good early start in the bush today.  Voracious flies everywhere drove us on so we managed to finish the job by 6.30.  I left immediately for Toronto. Thick fog <\/font><\/div>\n
but managed to make it home by 9.30\u2026250 mile in three hours. \u201cThe damn car is  full of black  flies!\u201d, exclaimed  Dad who  went after them with with a swatter and<\/font><\/div>\n
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Sunday May  22, 1960<\/font><\/div>\n

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We  drove to the farm today \u2026 mom, dad and  me\u2026too much wind, fog and rain for effective  planting but managed to get some vegetable plants in the ground.<\/font><\/div>\n
The dog loved the mud.  Later paid a short visit to Uncle Frank and Aunt Lucinda at their farm up the road.  Tested  the Turam E.M. unit on our  farm by laying <\/font><\/div>\n
main cable attached to motor generator snd grounded at both ends with steel  rods\u2026apparently need couple of ground rods at each end\u2026pounded in with sledge.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Bought a pile  of film for the trip to Ireland then we drove Eric to his lifeguard  station.  Then mom, dad and I went to the horse races at Old Woodbine track.  Dad  had <\/font><\/div>\n
a friend  at the gate that let us slip into the first class  section.  \u201cLook straight ahead and follow me, do not look at the gate keeper.\u201d  I lost  a bit of money but Dad made<\/font><\/div>\n
a few dollars. Foggy track.  I think Dad and Mom missed  having Marjorie with them at the track.  Her enthusiasm is catching\u2026loves the horses.  Gambling is secondary<\/font><\/div>\n
 Then we drove back to Cherry Beach and picked up Eric.  We all went for supper at Bassel\u2019s restaurant then home  to bed.  Typical<\/font><\/div>\n
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Drove to the office on O\u2019Connor Road today.  What a luxury after the long hot trips on the street car and TTC bus.  But taking the car really puts a load on dad to get from our<\/font><\/div>\n
house on Annette Street, West Toronto all the way to Whitby  I don\u2019t know how he does it frankly. Barrie Nichols gave me  my flight tickets\u2026strange  route via New York and  <\/font><\/div>\n
Scotland to reach  Dublin. Also $300 in expense  money.   Gord Brand and  Paul Head left by Land Rover for  Arizona.  Collected $44.31 expenses  for use  of the 53 Meteor\u2026<\/font><\/div>\n
covered 480 miles.  Dan Bereskin arrived from Saskatoon as a  seismic assistant and was immediately sent to Niagara Falls  on a project.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Final preparations at office.  Seems like a  number of the professional staff would like to be on this job.  Why me?  Simply because  I used the Turam system  on the Alaska<\/font><\/div>\n
job last summer. The other guys are no longer with the company.  My Good luck.  Took it easy at home then decided to visit Bob Taylor and his wife Anita (Simmons) Taylor\u2026both are very happy with no financial problems<\/font><\/div>\n
like poor Bill faces.  Missed their wedding while I was in Alaska.   Seems strange to have friends that are married.<\/font><\/div>\n

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All ready for Ireland now.  Went to Scouts and  handed out uranium  samples from  Elliot Lake for the lads.  Then we  all zipped over to the Dairy Dell for a milk shake.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Final briefing.  Dr. Norman Paterson asked  me to demonstrate the AFMag.  One of his secretaries then typed a report on the demonstration.  She inadvertently referred to me as  Dr. Skeoch.<\/font><\/div>\n
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Last chance to shop in Toronto.  Bought technical books, rainwear, self-timer, filter, map case.   Still time to plant so got 30 tomato plants for the  farm.  Dad  had  a good<\/font><\/div>\n
day at the racetrack\u2026cashed some tickets.  I wish  Marjorie was here rather than in North Bay.  Mom and I went to see \u2018Our Man in Havana\u2019 .  We weighed  my luggage<\/font><\/div>\n
which was 40 pounds overweight.  Shiela Baird dropped by and cannot believe I am flying to Ireland.   I have trouble believing that myself.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Dad kicked  me out of bed for an early  start to the farm where the three of us put in A full day\u2019s work.  Uncle Art with cousins John and  Norma Skeoch came up to the <\/font><\/div>\n
farm later\u2026Art and  Dad, brothers, had  a beer or two.  Drive back  to the  city and  went to Presbyterian Young People\u2019s Society meeting as usual.  Shiela Baird showed<\/font><\/div>\n
her slides of Europe and gave me some good addresses in Ireland.  Went to Red  Stevenson\u2019s  after\u2026nice to have so many  friends.<\/font><\/div>\n

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HERE  GOES.  Lots of well wishers\u2026address of Mrs. Langford in Glasgow\u2026Doris gave  me  $2\u2026Mr. Cook (Dad\u2019s gambling  buddy) drove  me to the airport\u2026Doug and Harry there <\/font><\/div>\n
for send off, gave me that rosary which made us  all laugh\u2026overweight $60,75.  Met a Boy Scout\/Rover Scout from Sarnia.  Nice greeting from TCA stewardess.  And takeoff to New York.  Fantastic  airport. KLM (Royal  Dutch<\/font><\/div>\n
Airlines) had a  man meet me and escort to KLM terminal.  Luggage did not follow though.  I did have a bit of time to explore then boarded at 6.25 p.m. in a rush\u2026got window seat<\/font><\/div>\n
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I did not get a wink of sleep all night hemmed in by young children on all sides\u2026some kicking\u2026John, Henry and Raymond were assumed to be my children which was quite a shock\u2026do not<\/font><\/div>\n
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2)  As our plane circled to touch down the green fields of the Scottish lowlands emerged.  The Skeochs, according to letters saved by my Aunt Elizabeth, had  a<\/font><\/div>\n
farm somewhere below\u2026perhaps near Stevenston\u2026or Mauchline.  Less clear since there are no records to prove it is  the possible connection with the long <\/font><\/div>\n
gone village of Skeoch near Stirling where family legend states two orphan boys were found on the battlefield of Bannokburn in 1415.  The boys were placed with the convent of St. Skeoch, an<\/font><\/div>\n
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Skeoch.  Where was the convent?  Who  was St. Skeoch?  Assuming the place was a convent, where was that convent?  Was it in the village of Skeoch?  Was the story even true?  Perhaps<\/font><\/div>\n
a core of truth. (*In 2o19 I found the Chapel of St. Skeoch, a ruin about the size of a garage, a  long way from here near Montrose, north of Edinubrgh.  Nearby is the Rock of St. Skeoch (also named St. Stay)<\/font><\/div>\n
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I had a layover in Scotland\u2026one night and  part of two days.   Was Scotland going to be like I  expected?  What did I expect?  Bagpipes,  tartans, Scots reciting the poetry of Robbie Burns.<\/font><\/div>\n
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WORLD WAR TWO \u2026 GEORGE FREEMAN MAY HAVE LANDED HERE<\/font><\/div>\n

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of  50%\u2026one out of every two.  They were just that desperate for Bombers to carry the war to German cities. So the big Lancasters  made in Toronto and  elsewhere in North America<\/font><\/div>\n
were ferried  to Gander, Newfoundland\u2026and  Goose Bay as well.  Then they were topped off  with fuel and  flown  by  civilian  pilots,  168 of whom were women.   One of these pilots <\/font><\/div>\n
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Glasgow was the  reverse of these expectations.  Barren\u2026never saw a tree. Somehow I had to get to an address outside my hotel (St. Enoch). <\/font>  With help from many locals, i managed to get heading in correct <\/span>direction by subway.<\/font><\/div>\n
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GLASGOW in 1960 was one of the most poverty stricken  cities  in England, perhaps Europe.  Families were crammed  into dreary blackened  stone<\/font><\/div>\n
tenements  that stretched as far as my eyes  could  see.  This family pictured above is keeping warm in front of their coal  burning<\/font><\/div>\n
cast iron combined furnace and  cook  stove.  It is  hidden by their wet laundry.   Most of these tenements  had no  running water and<\/font><\/div>\n
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Today was one of those unforgettable days that get burned into memory the details  of which when told could be upsetting.<\/font><\/div>\n
Why upsetting ?  Because my words may seem arrogant.  They are not intended to be such, The city<\/font><\/div>\n
of Glasgow was a shock to me, a 22 year old Canadian  raised in a working\/middle class  part of Toronto.  Before leaving <\/font><\/div>\n
Toronto, a great many people were interested in my summer job… no people moreso thant our next door neighbours,<\/font><\/div>\n
the Hobsons who had recently emigrated from Scotland. They rented the third floor of the house next door and were overjoyed<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cAlan, you must visit my mother in Glasgow.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cOne night layover before flight to Dublin.:\u2019<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cGrand\u2026you will have time then.  She would  love th see you.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cHow will she know?\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cI phoned her last night to tell her\u2026she wants you to come for supper.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cTerrific.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n

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And so the visit was planned.  I would drop in on Mrs. Langdon for a  short visit.  KLM had already given me tickets for <\/font><\/div>\n
meals at St Enoch hotel along with ferry service from Prestwick to Glasgow.  Had a shave and converted some money to British <\/font><\/div>\n
pounds then had a  luxurious meal in the hotel dining room before venturing in search of Mrs. Langdon.  That was the upside.<\/font><\/div>\n
The downside was  Glasgow\u2019s grime reflected in faces of people on the street.  A fast judgment and hopefully  wrong.  I decided<\/font><\/div>\n
to ride the \u201cUnderground\u201d rather than take a taxi.  Twice I got off and climbed to the surface just to see \u201cwhat suburban Glasgow<\/font><\/div>\n
looked like\u201d.  Depressing.  Seemingly endless black tenements.  No trees, no grass\u2026no cheerfulness.  Found Mrs. Langdon\u2019s<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cCome in, Alan, I\u2019ve heard so much about you\u2026and  about Canada.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
The apartment was tiny, perhaps  two rooms\u2026a bed room and the combined kitchen and living room at<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cYou must be hungry!\u201d  I had  just eaten a huge meal at St. Enoch Hotel but dared not say that for<\/font><\/div>\n
a special supper was underway.<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cI have a  special meal for you\u2026steak with a fried egg on top\u2026a specialty.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cLooks wonderful.\u201d  My gut was already full but I somehow made room because I knew this was a great<\/font><\/div>\n
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of so many of the people.   How should  I show gratitude?  Without insulting my hostess?<\/font><\/div>\n

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no time to use it.  Could I give it to you?  Otherwise it will be wasted.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cAye, forest still standing in spite of timbering\u2026a castle inside the forest as well.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
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When I went to bed in that \u201cgrand old hotel, St. Enoch\u2019s\u201d I had the  feeling the events of this day, May 31, 1960,<\/font><\/div>\n
would last a lifetime.  Both sides of Glasgow.  The seamy, down at the heels, Glasgow that is so obvious.  And also<\/font><\/div>\n
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IS GLASGOW A DANGEROUS CITY?<\/font><\/div>\n

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In 2014, Glasgow was  rated as one of the ten most dangerous cities in Europe.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Glasgow gangs were notorious in 1960\u2026called razor gangs in earlier decades when strait razors were the weapons of choice.  I never came across<\/font><\/div>\n
them.  Never felt in danger.  Did feel depressed by the poverty.. The People spoke nicely to me, gave directions, made me feel  welcome.  I was not looking for trouble. I was Sober.<\/font><\/div>\n
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The situation could have changed dramatically had I shown support for either the Celitc or Ranger football clubs.  Violence was easily triggered by an offhand remark like \u201cAre you a Ranger or Celtic?”<\/font><\/div>\n
The City of Glasgow. even today in 2019, is sectioned off \u2026    The Celtic Football Club draws Catholic and Irish supporters.  The Rangers  draw Protestant and British supporters.<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cGlasgow is not at all dangerous\u2026it is one of the friendliest place in Scotland.The social life is  amazing.  The banter is wicked and you will never run outa friends.<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u201cGlasgow is extremely dangerous if you want to corner a slice of the heroin trade or licensed taxi trade. Otherwise it is fine\u2026.There\u2019s a lot of fun to be had\u2026\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cGlasgow is dangerous to your health.  The traffic exhaust and the cigarettes will kill you before any of the people will do you harm. The people are wonderfully friendly<\/font><\/div>\n
just used the same common sense in Glasgow that you use in your own city\u2026\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cGlasgow is violent\u2026\u201d  Murder rate is higher than London, a much larger city, and the murder rate in Glasgow is more than twice the national average.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cGlasgow is a  crime hotspot with three times as much  crime as the Scottish average.   Violence is where Glasgwegians excel.  Drug related  crime is twice the national average.<\/font><\/div>\n
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                  The Skeoch family was lucky\u2026incredibly so.  We got out of Scotland in 1844 and 1846.  Our relatives left behind were not so lucky.   Hopefully you will read the letter<\/font><\/div>\n
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                  reproduces like there is no tomorrow.  And for cholera victims there is no tomorrow.  They die.   Death from cholera  is fast. Sadly, The last part of the body affected is t he brain so cholera victims know<\/font><\/div>\n
                  what is  happening but cannot resist the millions and millions of tiny cholera bacteria that wrack their body.  They die.  Whole families died in their homes.<\/font><\/div>\n

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                   Cholera bacteria is carried by human beings and lives in our lower intestine.  In times of natural disaster or times<\/font><\/div>\n
                  of compromised water systems, cholera celebrate the chance to reproduce and infect as many people as possible.  We require water to survive.  We must have water.  And we will  drink water even<\/font><\/div>\n
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                  Glasgow, Kilwinning, Stevenston\u2026all towns, villages, farms of Lowland Scotland\u2026were suddenly exposed to a cholera epidemic in 1847.   Why?  Overcrowded tenements  with unbelievably  dirty toilet<\/font><\/div>\n
                  facilities.  Tenements with outdoor toilets shared by many people was one source of the epidemic.  Communal water pumps close to these outdoor toilets allowed<\/font><\/div>\n
                  the invisible tiny cholera bacteria to get into the stomachs of thousands of people very quickly.  Worse than the outdoor \u201cprivies\u201d was the placement of so called \u2018water closets\u2019 in homes across Britain.<\/font><\/div>\n
                  These water closets were a cruel joke.  They may have seemed sanitary when used  and flushed but they were not so.  There were no sewer lines! Where did the excrement go then?  The human waste <\/font><\/div>\n
                  simply dropped straight from the water closet to the cellars of overcrowded tenements or the high class family homes.  Every basement was a  dung heap\u2026had  been so  for ages.  If the pile of dung<\/font><\/div>\n
                  got too deep then dung collectors were hired to shovel out the basement and dump it on nearby or distant fields.  Dry dung was bad but wet dung was infinitely worse for the the Cholera Bacteria just<\/font><\/div>\n
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                  people were observed sleeping in a  single room.  The dung piled up.  As if that was not worse, the city was  crowded with horses\u2026thousands of them.  Public streets were littered with horse dung and<\/font><\/div>\n
                  urine.  Where to put it?   Domestic  animals destined for slaughter were also a  problem.  Street-side butchers often just threw animal waster \u2018over the fence\u2019\u2026innards, blood, bones.  The same<\/font><\/div>\n
                  was done with fish waste.  Glasgow smelled terrible.  Like a  sewer.  So did every city in Europe but Glasgow was  particularly bad because of the poverty and congestion.  Some really poor people, often<\/font><\/div>\n
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