Bings and chimneys dominated the skyline – Davie Kerr’s father remembered 44 chimneys, and Davie counted 38 in Armadale.
For the women, we had a couple of hosiery companies.
More information can be read on armadale.org.uk here
Here is a poem Davie Kerr wrote about the last lum, which was demolished April 2012.
Legacy o the Last Lum
The thocht, auld freen, jist blears ma ee,
ti see ye sae forlorn,-
this age o high technology
lacks majesty o form.
Where yince, aroun, aa belchin reek,
wir mony, like yersel,
proclaimin hope, for thaem wha seek,
in betterment, ti dwell.
Frae high grund aa aroun, wha views
thon vibrant, busy scene
wuid, for thir faim’lys future, choose
the power o coal an steam.
Thus, Airmadale accepts her role,
the coal an fireclay found,
wi ironstane an parrot coal,
Excitin times. Afore ow’r lang,
the trowels an hammers flew
in buildin hames, ti hap the thrang
as Airmadale jist… grew.
Wi aa the furnaces aroun,
lums played thir pairt anaa,
as kil’s an pits aboot the toun,
depended on thir draw.
But time moves on, (it ayeways does),
wi modern skills the trend,
computers noo create the buzz
that you an I yince kenned.
Dale folk ken hoo (where’er they be,
thir genes are still the same)
ti mak thir dreams reality,
like, when thir forebears came.
An sae, auld freen, yir legacy,
as you puff your last ‘smoke’,
is, whit ye’ve left posterity
wir skilled, weel-daein folk.
Davie Kerr. Feb. 2009