Today a part of Bargeddie's History is coming to an end.In 1972 a young man Called Frank joined our local primary School.I think it was as a Janny but i don't know i was only 4.Over the years many things have changed while other's haven't like his tie,shirt and shoes and of course his hairstyle ( Sadly now nylon ).
Today Frank retires.He has served this wee village well over the years and has risen to the rank of Headmaster.We haven't always seen eye to eye most recently in the whole ppp school nonsense but there was a time we did i was in primary 7 (the huts).Somebody had Nicked some Daffodils from Mr Robert Tippens garden (sadly now gone but i was lucky enough to call him a friend in my adult life)not me but i and a few others were earmarked for the belt.I was not happy with this as A. i didn't do it and B.Frank i was told was the hardest hitter of the belt unlike Mr O'hare who was a kind man with hairy hands and could beat Frank at Table tennis any day of the week.
So back to the Huts.Mr Adams calls out our names one at a time .He lined us up in front of the blackboard and one at a time he takes us behind the blackboard to a small work area and one at a time the guys come out holding their hands and looking sore after you heard the swish of a belt and the slapping noise of the belt making contact.Then came my turn (shit)...He didn't hit us he hit the table and told us too pretend...that shows the measure of the man.
Good luck Frank enjoy Parkhead and please smile when your on the telly.
