His vision was to make tea, a drink once exclusive to those who could afford it, available to the masses. He was 40 years old, Glaswegian from no hint of upper crust upbringing and his name is synonymous with tea the world over (although I admit to being a Twininings person myself). Sir Thomas Lipton was certainly the face of tea for me growing up in the USA; and until Celestial Seasonings came along was probably the only tea I saw on the shelves. His is the most illustrious grave in the Southern Necropolis, on the edge of The Gorbals (or as they now call it, “New Gorbals”). The poor stepsister to The Necropolis on the hill above this city, this is the graveyard of the everyday Glaswegians tucked in amongst a housing estate and some large retail/industrial premises. There is only one way in/out and it is divided into square sections. Bring a snack. http://www.liptontea.com/article/detail/960780/3-ways-lipton-changed-tea-history I wonder why his grave is here. All the posh people of Glasgow; tobacco barons, bankers, merchants – are all up on the hill at the Necropolis above the Glasgow Cathedral. Perhaps he was a man of the people. I daresay his legacy of tea for everyone has outlived some of the biggest and fanciest monuments I saw at the main Necropolis.
I knew this neighbourhood because the Glasgow School of Art in a major inhabitant. But I really didn’t know this ‘hood until I took the Garnethill Women’s History Walk offered through the Glasgow Women’s Library last October.
Now I revisit it to see old friends, (buildings and views) and to see if I can spot something new. Or a new perspective on its buildings, art, life. Now that The Old Schoolhouse is open and renting rooms, if you are visiting from out of town you can immerse yourself in a great location.
Hence, not a lot of words (except that I recommend a visit!!) but a few more photos. Cheers!
I was inspired by my friend Anabel’s blog post and photos of the Grand Canyon. I went through my old photo disks to find ones from our trip there with a good friend who lives in Prescott, AZ – the first time my daughter saw the Grand Canyon.
“The Grand Canyon,” I kept telling her in her early years, “is one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Spectacular. Awesome. I can’t wait until you can go there.” We are American, but my daughter has been raised mostly in Europe. After I dragged her to numerous castles in the Loire Valley of France; she announced to our French side of the family, “if I have to go to one more chateau; I shall vomit!”. We bribed her with local patisseries after each visit. Even Jean d’Arc (Joan of Arc) was not compelling to her. But she could be bribed with French pastries (and this still works).
After a two-hour drive with one of my best friends who is as goofy as I am, so we sang almost the entire trip… we pulled up to the parking lot and got her out of the car, covering her eyes. We walked her to the Rim and uncovered her view. The look on her face? Priceless – I can still see it today. Total Awe.
We stayed a couple days; walking around, eating our home-made food at picnic benches, seeing all we could see, watched the condors that had been recently reintroduced at the Park. We laughed – joked about attracting wildlife; “just roll your shoulders and yell ‘hubba hubba’!” and made a lot of memories. We were fortunate to get a last minute room at the El Tovar Hotel right at the Rim. Sneaking Emily in, she slept on an air mattress we brought. I barely sleep that night; it was all too magic.
I have been on a lot of vacations at a lot of wonderful places. But for memories; this one tops them all. The first time my daughter saw the Grand Canyon.
Thank you Auntie Jannie – you’re the best. We miss you. M xx
I have been volunteering at the Botanic Gardens “Electric Lights” event. The other night, while getting ready I looked in the pond and noticed a fish that was upright. I asked the park warden if the fish was dying (as lots of kids would be there that night).
“That’s Bob. We call him Bob because, well, he’s a bobber. Something went wrong with his ballast so he is and up and down fish. He’s fine”.
And then went back to “Bobbing”. He eats just fine. The other fish don’t seem to mind that he is a vertical fish instead of a horizontal one. Just like all families – we aren’t all the same. Bob has a better view of us. Swimming must give him a head rush.
Say “hi” to Bob when you are in the Kibble Palace, Glasgow Botanic Gardens. The fish are lovely to look at. But please don’t feed them; one fish ate so much he couldn’t digest all his food and they tried to “ballast” him so he would be equally-weighted; it only worked a couple days. I guess fish, like horses, can’t vomit.