On August 1845 Woodside Cemetery opened to the public. Where now lie the famous, the brave and the unknown. Long laid to rest in the heart of Paisley's west end, Scotland. “I might add, Woodside’s not but a stones throw away from where I live and a nice walk at that.”
Buried on the hill top off Woodside grave yard, we have the world famous bridge builder, Sir William Arrol born in Houston in 1839. Known for building the Forth Rail Bridge, The Tay Bridge and the world famous tourist attraction, Tower Bridge in London. The home of Kings, to which have shown little mercy over the centuries to many a brave Scot soul.
Souls like James Algie & John Park were hanged at Paisley cross 1685 Scotland.



“For refusing to swear an oath, renouncing the Covenant and accepting the King's supremacy in all civil and religious matters.”

Only to have Gallow green, salt rub into their wounds.
When they where left to rot in common ground.

Gallowgreen being a place known for
witch trial and hangings.
"In what’s nothing more than,
an ugly part of our local history."

Yet people power saw James Algie &
John Park, being re-interred into.
Martyrs' Parish Church. Where a moment
was placed in 1835 to their honours.
CIVIL RIGHTS CHAMPION
Patrick Brewster the Paisley Abby Reverend proves Scotland’s fairness for all races. With his involvement in Emancipation & Civil rights struggle. A movement endured by many and even now Pats, support mirrors modern day Scotland. With it’s 300 year dispute to be free an independent. You know, the one where Pat championed the abolition of slavery.

Not bad for one of scotland's millions.
Shackled, registered & sold on as assets.
that later became contracts.

So before we where born we where already in debt

But no more cried the tinny unheard voice
that needed to be heard. "hello is anyone listening.

but like the billion web pages up dates, masterpiece
and deletion pages. This one would resonate low
when its thunder roared. buildings shakes.
James Fillans
Loom weaver James Fillans, turned his hand too many things. Till sculpture became his passion and our remembrance to his genius.
His passion ultimately rewards those of you who care to look beyond your own horizons. Like the beauty perched on top of his monument (1880)”.

Over looking Woodside & further beyond Ferguslie park, long developed beyond all recognition. Woodside & Ferguslie Park are divided by the west rail track, that runs into Paisley Gilmour street station. Then off too Glasgow where other sculptures of Fallans can be found at necropolis. Horizons whichsaw James erecting a statue17 foot tall to Sir James Shaw.

Once Lord Mayor of London, remembered by the people of Kilmarnock.
Immortalises by the artist come poet James Fillans .Funny Fillan being
a minor poet.What would he make of this modern daypc wave editor program
.Used to record and edit.Just to get to the prise underneath the surface.

(Whit wizzit a gane dccut mp3 poem) Read
and written by George McGrath. Edited by dddoc

Paisley Cemetery Company Ltd
Woodside Cemetert & Crematorium
46 Broomlands Street
Paisley PA1 2NP
Tel: 0141 889 2260
Fax: 0141 848 7748
Established 1845

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april 2011

April 2011 blog & photos by dddoc
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From that premise we being.


Around 30 photos or more where taken during my spur of the moment and wonder into the grave yard. Where I hoped the sun, along with the manual settings. Would make for a short walk and photo opt before sun set.


But as I walked up the hill, I came over all dizzy and nauseous. Pausing just to steady myself and grab a shot. Each time altering the contrast on my wee camera. Even though, at times I felt more like sitting down.


The stress in my neck which felt swollen, was making me feel uneasy and strained.

Isn’t It’s either soar, stiff or in my case, dizzy & nauseating. Aches and pains that do for us, as we pass through life. But my task was for this not to get the better of me as I wanted to get the sun in the right place before it set. As it moved through the top and into the back of the grave yard.

But the strain was there in some of my shots as I neared the top. Out of focus waste of space images but was it something else making me feel unwell. “I do have a bad back and it can put strain in my neck to the point I fell dizzy.”

Bur roomers have it, witches mask their presence by casting invisible wall spells. Much like the secret police use microwaves weapons. Which act like walls you dare not walk into or you’ll end up dizzy with the worst case of death & dread. You only have the metal and primeval instinct left to you and that’s to turn back and run away for help.

I finally reached the top and went over to the older part of the grave yard. When I felt a little better as I stood in the run light that was able to get through the trees. When two young girls headed down towards the very back of the yard. Where tail track borders Ferguslie parks old privies.

Now I think about it? Maybe those two girls where really old crows disguised as nice lasses, one with a pink streak in her hair. And the illness I’d experienced was really their spell, which I walked into .

A spell designed to alter a persons equilibrium in what’s nothing more than a non lethal public order control weapon.
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Such non lethal weapons are only so till they keep them turned on permanently.
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Out of shot I spotted the fox

Here’s one opinion of what’s wrong with this picture. The mother like you the elderly voter, who one again are being played. Your heroes are left with the price tab of war then ridiculed & said, to be xenophobic. When you where forced into an undemocratic treaty those heroes kept us free from. Which is nothing more than another bill.

So if we keep paying for everything, then it stands too reason we own it all?

Thus we should abolish rent, since this land belongs to the people and without a home to call your own. No battle was truly won If that lands people can be forced into the street for the sake of rent.

Down tool come the election in a no show of confidence no cooperation freedom protest.

311 years no more

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Woodside Grave yard line drawing.



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