…sum’times yeez just have to get out there… Life’s too short not to…

…today, I’m inspired by a blog piece I read this morning from my dear friend, Authoress, Sue Vincent… I re-blogged her offering as the post prior to this one, and I exhort yeez all to have a wee read and enjoy it… Sue describes her ‘leap of faith’ in venturing abroad as a young woman to be an English Nanny in France, with all the trepidation that a new venture entails… it brought me hurtling back to a similar episode in a much younger Master Gallacher’s existence… just a tad over fifty years or so ago… a half-century gone by, Mabel… five decades… was it really all that time back?… from time to time, I’ve touched on the fact that I left home in circumstances I’d have preferred to have been more positive… but, hey, Life is what it is… as the man says…deal with it!… at the all-growed-up age of fifteen and a half (as ever, that bluudy half is important!), I was as much a man then as ever I was going to be… like hundreds of thousands of families experienced back in those days, times in Dockland Govan in Glasgow were tough… frugality-and-living-so-close-to-the-poverty-line was a normal  daily trial for most of us…throw into that a father (Gawd bless him now, wherever his soul may have landed) whose alcoholism frequently manifested itself in violence and the nastier side of the human psyche… as the eldest sibling with three younger sisters, I invariably became the umbrella or shield for them against much of the vitriol… the details are no longer important, and I fully understand now, that my father’s alcoholism was an illness over which he had very little dictate… but things came to a head one day… the resultant argument boiled into a physical confrontation… in an effort to subdue his attack on me, I threw the most vicious of punches I’ve ever made in my life… all the built-up frustration and resentment against his past years of behaviour channeled into a single blow… one punch only struck this 225lb man directly on the chin… he went down immediately, crumpled to the carpet, out cold… I went to my room and collected my belongings, such as they were… my acoustic guitar, a duffle bag, a change of underwear


…no goodbyes to any of the family… not to my mother, nor to my sisters, not to the still-unconscious father… I went to the only place of refuge I knew at that time… the guy who ran the football team at the local Methodist Church of which I was a (nominal) member… by coincidence he knew well the Bank Manager of the Bank where I had started WURK a few months previously… the next thing I knew, I was on a train out of Glasgow up to Oban to catch the ferry to Tobermory on the Isle of Mull, where my career was to continue  with the Clydesdale & North of Scotland Bank



…the rest is the stuff of biographies that few would believe, and will keep for another time… but I recall, as Sue did in her piece, the mixture of excitement, fear, anxiety, and wonderment at a whole new WURLD waiting for a young man leaving the slums for the first time… and I count my blessings… I’ll stop here, as some powerful emotions are flooding back, and I want a little time to myself over this… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!...



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13 responses to “…sum’times yeez just have to get out there… Life’s too short not to…

  1. i love this, seumas, and it explains why you are the amazing man you’ve come to be, all people like this have had to overcome a hardship. thanks for helping to fill in the back story. (love sue too) beth

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  2. Bless you Seumas and thank goodness there were good people who believed in you and helped you. Alcoholism is a terrible disease. My mother’s father suffered from it and she married at age 15 to a man 15 years older than her, a family friend, to gain security.He died when she was 20, with a year-old child to support, my brother.. She later married my dad. She used to tell me about it. I also had an uncle and cousin who were alcoholic. As you must know, some people can’t seem to get over early bad experiences and others become stronger. Bless you again for sharing parts of your life with us.

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  3. Thanks Seumas for sharing this. I have been lucky not to have been personally affected by alcoholism although professionally I’ve seen what can it do. You have shown what you are made of. Hats off to you, Sir!

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  4. Do you ever wonder how life could have been so different if you hadn’t made that leapof faith, Seumas? I do. It hasn’t been the only one… and won’t be the last I imagine either. Sometimes the darker side is the springboard we need to be able to LIVE. xxx

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  5. With these words, you stir the pots of memories in us all. Whether it be from the dread disease, alcoholism, or from the pits of the past,or too, the times we too flew with a leap of faith. You’ve awakened me to the echoes of my own sixty years. Smiling now with a tear, I say, “Thank you, Seumas,” for granting me a moment to pause and reflect, thus gaining a fresh perspective to more clearly see my present gratitudes. Yes, we are the sum total of all our days and you, sir, have gleaned wisely. You are indeed a golden soul. Enjoy the journey!

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  6. Parents/spouses actions, sometimes their apathy, stays to shape us. We can’t compare upbringing back in the day to what is considered ‘normal’ now. And in no way am I saying it was right. But it just could be, the difficulties put on us, give us the courage to leap. Where we would have been if we hadn’t lept is insignificant because we did. Because we did we began to shape and re mold the person that was. “Hello, I am me, in spite of thee”. 😇


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