Morning readers — we all know a picture says a thousand words. And this close to Christmas, with out-of-offices on, a lot of you will probably be leaning towards the visual over a big read. Which is why today, we've got Robbie teaming up with local photographer Stuart Edwards for a very special festive photo essay.
Stuart has been capturing Glasgow's world-famous Barras Market for some time now, which made him the only name on our list when it came to grabbing some seasonal snaps for The Bell. As Robbie explains below, many attempts have been made to capture the unique spirit of the Barras, especially since it has become a hybrid of historic attraction and proper, working market. But perhaps a photograph really does say it all.
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Today, Robbie Armstrong provides the words and Stuart Edwards the images as they document a piece of Glasgow's soul: The Barras Market.
We’ve been trying to think of a way to write about the Barras since we launched The Bell. Of course, it’s not that simple; what more can be written about a place so ingrained in the city’s psyche, so part of its lifeblood?
For over a century, screeds have been written about the market since it took root in the east end in 1921. At that point in time, the east end had already been a nexus for bric-a-brac hunters for well over a century. The rapidly expanding population, particularly working-class immigrants from the Highlands, islands and Ireland, desperately needed somewhere to trade in the city. Hawkers weren’t allowed to sell on the crowded streets, and were being told to move on by police.
Enter a grocer named Margaret Rusell from Galston, Ayrshire. Maggie first began looking after her friend Nelly Bell’s fruit barrow at Parkhead Cross at the age of 12. She married James McIver, born at 36 Gallowgate, in 1902. Together, they bought a fruit shop in Bridgeton. After closing, Maggie would regularly head into town with bags of fruit to sell to theatre-goers.
Noticing a gap in the market, she decided to invest in barrows to let to other traders. Eventually, she built up a stock of 300 at a yard on Marshall Lane in the Calton. In 1920, she and James acquired the lot between Kent Street and Moncur Street as a market for traders, which they opened the following year.
In 1926, after six weekends in a row of heavy rain in which neither the traders nor the McIvers could earn a living, she decided to erect a covered market in Moncur Street, protecting the growing number of traders from the elements. Bit by bit, the site grew into the largest open-air market in Europe. In 1928, the market was enclosed on all sides, meaning traders could set up permanent shop. In 1930, when James died of malaria he’d contracted during the war, Maggie was left to run both the business and raise her family of nine children alone. She did it with grit, her favourite phrase never far from her lips: “Work hard and keep the heid.”
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