↑Baptism:
"Scotland Births and Baptisms, 1564-1950"
FamilySearch Record: XYSS-5JY (accessed 26 June 2022)
Thomas Kerr baptism on 1 Mar 1840 (born 11 Nov 1839), son of William Kerr & Jean Alexander, in Irvine, Ayrshire, Scotland, United Kingdom.
↑Marriage:
"Scotland Marriages, 1561-1910"
FamilySearch Record: XT2Z-CXG (accessed 26 June 2022)
Thomas Kerr marriage to Mary Johnston on 4 Nov 1859 in Kilwinning, Ayrshire, Scotland, United Kingdom.
↑1880 Census:
"United States Census, 1880"
Citing enumeration district , sheet , NARA microfilm publication T9 (Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, n.d.), FHL microfilm .
FamilySearch Record: MNHP-MZK (accessed 26 June 2022)
FamilySearch Image: 33S7-9YBJ-RT5 Image number 00247
Thomas Kerr (41), married head of household in Merton, Waukesha, Wisconsin, United States. Born in Scotland.
↑GEDCOM: Title: Kerr Family.FTW Note: Source Media Type: Other. Citing: Data: Text: Date of Import: Nov 30, 2003 (accessed before 25 May 2011)
↑1900 Census:
"United States Census, 1900"
Citing enumeration district (ED) 122, sheet 16B, family 345, NARA microfilm publication T623 (Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, 1972.); FHL microfilm 1,241,822.
FamilySearch Record: MM22-YT4 (accessed 26 June 2022)
FamilySearch Image: S3HY-6PS7-4K7
Thomas Kerr (61), married head of household in Delafield township Hartland village, Waukesha, Wisconsin, United States.
↑ Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/26554988/thomas-kerr : accessed 26 June 2022), memorial page for Thomas Kerr (11 Nov 1839–21 Jun 1921), Find A Grave: Memorial #26554988, citing Village of Hartland Cemetery, Hartland, Waukesha County, Wisconsin, USA ; Maintained by GenealogyNora (contributor 46855416) .
Kilwinning
Kilwinning 1837
Residents 1837
WW1 Memorial
Poor Relief
My Kilwinning Links
Masonic Lodge
Bard of Yukon
Pub Poem
Photo Album
Ardeer Factory
At Abbey Park you're maybe a foreigner
But not I'm sure in the Cosy Corner.
You're welcomed there with open arms
By local wags with dubious charms,
But let me hasten with an explanation
It's sure to cause a mild sensation,
For among the wags of doubtful fame
Is grumpy chuckling Gavin Graham.
Many decent folk, I've heard it said,
Get a start in life being Eglinton bred
But don't you gee your jilldy joint
For Gavin surely proves that point,
But just before I break your heart
Gavin's lost about half his start
One look at yon big hamely face
And many things fall into place,
And tho' I often feel like spewin
It also rhymes with Jock McEwan.
Beer and McEwan, names of renown,
Even tho' its the best beer in town,
It warms the heart of a drouthy chappie
And everyone gets so carefree and happy
But just before you burst with pride
Let's take another good look inside
I know I'm being kind of snoopy
But that's a noisy game of loopy.
Did you hear that heartrending sob,
That's our champion, Duncan Robb.
Robb o' the Dirrans, not the Rangers,
Tween the sticks laughing at dangers,
Another goal scored, another lost game,
It's just a plot to tarnish his name.
Don't every try passing back, please,
It might dirty his nice clean, knees,
Such grace when he jumps over puddle
You strangely want to give him a cuddle
But as a star is born, another has fallen
Just you ask auld Hughoc Allen.
Here you have one of the best,
One of the few that's stood the test
To age so gently must be an art.
His canty auld heart plays its part
The noble mein and sense of worth,
Those crinkly eyes dancing with mirth,
The auld heid with nature so mellow,
Where could you meet a nicer fellow.
But just a minute, what the heck,
I almost forgot young Jimmy Fleck.
Admire this man so gently and pure
Who robs the rich to give the poor,
Where can be found so noble a call,
Did you ever see anyone walk so tall.
You don't know? You must be a rookie
Everybody knows the benevolent bookie,
A peculiar species everybody agrees
All suffering from the same disease.
A tired wee hand unwilling to gift
And a greedy big mate eager to lift.
There, you've met the Cosy Cluster
Strolling thro' life without a fluster,
Champions all in his own right,
Unless of course you want to fight,
Then all you see are five hauf backs
Trotting up towards Hell-Fire Jacks
But if you want to try your skill
They're the boys to fit the bill
At the darts three hundred and one
There you get some right good fun.
Darts are one of their many lines,
You ought to hear their moans and whines.
Gavin, cursing, misses the double top
McEwan on sixteens is just a flop,
Hughoc's effort cool and clean
Double eight as neat as a preen.
The crowd get ready to scatter and flee
As Robb he splits the double three
And watching overall like a hawk
Is Bookie Fleck on the chalk.
The Cosy Cluster, they're not new
Life throws together quite a few,
Their earthly tasks, great or small,
Have the deepest respect from all
Every day in their couthie heart
Where good or evil all must start,
The seed of hope is daily sown
And visions of joy are sweetly grown.
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By Bob Auld a Stevenston poet
Kilwinning Kilwinning 1837 Residents 1837 WW1 Memorial Poor Relief
My Kilwinning Links
Masonic Lodge Bard of Yukon Pub Poem Photo Album
Ardeer Factory
At Abbey Park you're maybe a foreigner But not I'm sure in the Cosy Corner. You're welcomed there with open arms By local wags with dubious charms, But let me hasten with an explanation It's sure to cause a mild sensation, For among the wags of doubtful fame Is grumpy chuckling Gavin Graham.
Many decent folk, I've heard it said, Get a start in life being Eglinton bred But don't you gee your jilldy joint For Gavin surely proves that point, But just before I break your heart Gavin's lost about half his start One look at yon big hamely face And many things fall into place, And tho' I often feel like spewin It also rhymes with Jock McEwan.
Beer and McEwan, names of renown, Even tho' its the best beer in town, It warms the heart of a drouthy chappie And everyone gets so carefree and happy But just before you burst with pride Let's take another good look inside I know I'm being kind of snoopy But that's a noisy game of loopy. Did you hear that heartrending sob, That's our champion, Duncan Robb. Robb o' the Dirrans, not the Rangers, Tween the sticks laughing at dangers, Another goal scored, another lost game, It's just a plot to tarnish his name. Don't every try passing back, please, It might dirty his nice clean, knees, Such grace when he jumps over puddle You strangely want to give him a cuddle But as a star is born, another has fallen Just you ask auld Hughoc Allen.
Here you have one of the best, One of the few that's stood the test To age so gently must be an art. His canty auld heart plays its part The noble mein and sense of worth, Those crinkly eyes dancing with mirth, The auld heid with nature so mellow, Where could you meet a nicer fellow. But just a minute, what the heck, I almost forgot young Jimmy Fleck. Admire this man so gently and pure
Who robs the rich to give the poor, Where can be found so noble a call, Did you ever see anyone walk so tall. You don't know? You must be a rookie Everybody knows the benevolent bookie, A peculiar species everybody agrees All suffering from the same disease. A tired wee hand unwilling to gift And a greedy big mate eager to lift.
There, you've met the Cosy Cluster Strolling thro' life without a fluster, Champions all in his own right, Unless of course you want to fight, Then all you see are five hauf backs Trotting up towards Hell-Fire Jacks But if you want to try your skill They're the boys to fit the bill At the darts three hundred and one There you get some right good fun.
Darts are one of their many lines, You ought to hear their moans and whines. Gavin, cursing, misses the double top McEwan on sixteens is just a flop, Hughoc's effort cool and clean Double eight as neat as a preen. The crowd get ready to scatter and flee As Robb he splits the double three And watching overall like a hawk Is Bookie Fleck on the chalk.
The Cosy Cluster, they're not new Life throws together quite a few, Their earthly tasks, great or small, Have the deepest respect from all Every day in their couthie heart Where good or evil all must start, The seed of hope is daily sown And visions of joy are sweetly grown.