CROSSANS ~ Hellraisers of Castlemilk

	... Born: 3/26/1859 My Special Place  ~ The Trossachs (Scottish Gaelic, Na Trosaichean) itself is a small woodland glen in the Stirling area of Scotland. It lies between Ben An to the north and Ben Venue to the south, with Loch Katrine to the west and Loch Achray to the east. However, the name is used generally to refer to the wider area of wooded glens and braes with quiet lochs, lying to the east of Ben Lomond.   The scenic charms of this area came to popularity when Walter Scott extended his romantic portrayal of Scotland's past from border ballads to poems of a medieval past rich in chivalry and symbolism, with his poem Lady of the Lake.  This was followed up by his historical novel,  Rob Roy.   The Trossachs with my brother, Brett and me, Karrie. THE CROSSANS ~ OUR LOVES AND OUR SORROWS   I woke up this morning and my mind fell away and looking back sadly from tomorrow as I heard an echo from the past softly say come back, won't you stay?  I wanted to reach you, let you know I still care and lost in the silence of my sorrow, I put a promise in the wind to fly away to you there. Catch my love as it goes sailing and on the winds of the morning, I'll come sailing.  It's only forever can I say I love you,  Only forever have I lost you. And only a dreamer and a battered spirit could wake up as I do and hope it is still yesterday.   Karrie   Born: 3/26/1859 A.E.Houseman Born: 3/26/1859 MY BONNIE SCOTLAND Home Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces, Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child. Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild. Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.     Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl, Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees &  flowers; Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley, Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours; Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood – Fair shine the day on the house with open door; Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney - But I go forever and come again no more.   Robert Louis Stevenson (Born 11/13/1850 – Edinburgh)           A Californian’s Tribute     To Bonnie Scotland             Born:   And        My Family,             The Crossans The Hellraisers of Castlemilk                     Fierce with our Hellraising,                   Yet fiercer with our Love.             For Always, Forever, Together.   Born:         FAILTE WELCOME         gjdoxfjdjdxj gjdoxfjdjdxj gjdoxfjdjdxj Born: Recipe for Greatness Zane Grey   To bear up under loss, To fight the bitterness of defeat And the weakness of grief, To be victor over anger, To smile when tears are close, To go on when it would seem good to die, To look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore. That is what any man can do, And so be great. This site is dedicated to such greatness-the Crossans, my family from the “Gorbals” and Castlemilk Glasgow, Scotland. Born: gjdoxfjdjdxj gjdoxfjdjdxj Born: Brave Hearts cut down in their prime…     World War I - Sir George McCrae's Battalion or "McCrae's Own" or, locally, as "Hearts Battalion". The entire Heart of Midlothian first team joined up in November 1914. Hearts were top of the Scottish League at the time.   .. Alex Massie on Tynecastle's bravest and saddest season in the Great World War : The names Patrick ‘Paddy’ Crossan, Tom Gracie and Harry Wattie do not echo through football history. They are not remembered the way the Manchester United players who died at Munich or the Torino team that perished at Superga have been immortalised as the melancholy embodiment of that most wistful feeling: what might have been. Outside Edinburgh, Crossan and his team-mates have been all but forgotten. They will, however, be remembered.   No club sacrificed more in the First World War than Heart of Midlothian. Sixteen players from the club joined up, most of them enlisting in the 16th Battalion of Royal Scots, the oldest infantry regiment in the army and nicknamed 'Pontius Pilate's Bodyguard'. Seven members of the first team were killed in action.   Sir George McCrae, a popular figure in the city, announced that he would raise a battalion himself - the 16th Royal Scots - and boasted, furthermore, that it would be full within seven days. The Hearts players led the way. Sixteen enlisted immediately and a further five were declared unfit to serve. 'McCrae's Battalion', as it came to be known, was the original sportsman's battalion.   The players' service attracted others to the colours. Hundreds of supporters responded to an appeal from manager John McCartney: 'Now then, young men, as you have followed the old club through adverse and pleasant times, through sunshine and rain, roll up in your hundreds for King and Country, for right and freedom. Don't let it be said that footballers are shirkers and cowards. As the club has borne an honoured name on the football field, let it go down in history that it also won its spurs on the field of battle.'     The battalion suffered 229 casualties on the first day of the battle of the Somme with another 347 wounded. That the 16th Royal Scots made greater inroads into the German line than any other battalion that day seems a paltry consolation.   Among the dead was Harry Wattie, arguably the best inside-forward in Scotland. No trace of his remains has ever been found. He had already outlived some of his team-mates: Gracie died in October 1915. Crossan was gassed and never recovered his health before his death in 1933. “They had put themselves into a position of winning the league title, yet many were asking why play football when your countrymen are dying a few miles away just over the channel?”   “The bravest sportsmen Scotland has ever known.”   McCrae’s Battalion   "Particular attention is paid to the Hearts FC men : Patrick Crossan who claimed to be the handsomest man in the world ‘he could pass a ball but never pass a mirror' -’the legend went;" “The Legend went...” One of my eight great-uncles, "Paddy"  “Mr. Handsome” Patrick James Crossan Born: gjdoxfjdjdxj   When You Are Old   When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book. And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;   How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true.   But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;   And bending down beside the glowing bars; Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. William Butler Yeats  Irish poet & playwright   The Maid of Neidpath MY DEAREST LOVE MY MOTHER, ROSEMARY CROSSAN ~ GLASGOW, SCOTLAND Yet keenest powers to see and hear Seem'd in her frame residing: Before the watch-dog prick'd his ear, She heard her lover's riding; Ere scarce a distant form was kenn'd, She knew and waved to greet him, And o'er the battlement did bend As on the wing to meet him. He came-he pass'd-a heedless gaze, As o'er some stranger glancing; Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase, Lost in his course's prancing; The castle-arch, whose hollow tone Returns each whisper spoken, Could scarcely catch the feeble moan Which told her heart was broken.   Sir Walter Scott (Born 8/15/1771 - Edinburgh) MORE OF A BIG BROTHER THAN AN UNCLE, RONALD CROSSAN ~ GLASGOW Ae Fond Kiss   Robert Burns (Born 1/25/1759 - Alloway, South Ayrshire)     Robert Burns   Sir Walter Scott   Robert Louis Stevenson Simple Together Alanis Morissette CARLA AND RONALD  I thought we'd be simple together, And be happy together. I thought we'd be healing together And be adventurous together. I thought we'd be growing together.     You've been my Golden Best Friend, And thought we'd be sexy together. I thought we'd be evolving together, And be Family together.   But I was sadly mistaken. Thought we'd be exploring together And be inspired together. I thought we'd be on Fire together.   You've been my Soulmate. I remember you the moment I met you. With you,I knew God's face was handsome.   I thought we'd be limitless together. Thought we'd have children together, And be Family together, But I was sadly mistaken. BRETT AND LISA The Dead A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fire of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew for would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their dull existence together and remember only their moments of ecstasy.   For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers. Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched all their souls' tender fire.   In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: "Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?" Like distant music these words that he had written years before  were borne towards him from the past. MY BROTHER AND BEST FRIEND BRETT James Joyce (Irish Novelist - Dublin 1882-1941)   James Joyce   Sir Arthur Conan Doyle   William Butler Yeats Born: The Bluebell of Scotland ROSEMARY AND BRETT - LOCH LOMOND   There blooms a flower for me, Tis the Bluebell On Scotland's grassy lea, Where from the dark, up springs the lark. The rising sun to see!      My land! My native land!   Where afar my steps have been, Blue skies charm the eyes, And the earth is ever green. Yet dwelt my heart 'mid Scotland's glen.     Where aye in thought  was seen, the Bluebell, Amid the bracken green, And brighter far than sun or star, The eyes of bonnie Jean!     What was the fair lady’s game?     BROTHERS AND SISTERS!     The Fair Sex       is YOUR Department.       The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1905)   Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Born 5/22/1859 - Edinburgh)              Live Simply, gjdoxfjdjdxj                   Love Generously,                   Speak Kindly,                   Care Deeply, gjdoxfjdjdxj                   & Let God Do The Rest.             In Development-This Site Is Currently A Work In Progress. Music Accompanies Each Section. Best Viewed With Internet Explorer.    Fonts Used on this Website: Harrington/Blackadder/Vivaldi/Broadway Bradley Hand/Edwardian/Matura/Chiller/Monotype Corsiva/Olde English.   A WEE BIT SLOW...   Due to quantity/size of Hi-Res photos used–picture may not appear. Just click on page/section again. Cheers!  Miss Shrew aka Karrie   A Crossan Woman Created 5/14/2006 (Mother's Day) By Ms. Shrew     LIFE should NOT be a JOURNEY to the GRAVE with the intention of arriving SAFELY in a Well-Preserved & Attractive BODY, but rather to,                     SKID IN SIDEWAYS    JACK DANIELS in one hand, Chocolate-coated STRAWBERRIES in the other, CIGARETTE hanging out of your mouth ~ BODY Thoroughly USED Up, TOTALLY WORN OUT, and SCREAMING,    WOO! HOO!  HELLUVA RIDE!     fhdjxk   SNOG Proceed with CAUTION! Possible SLOGGING after SNOGGING * may occur with ME And it AIN’T A PRETTY SIGHT!!   KATE THE SHREW fhdjxk   IF I AM WASPISH, BEST BEWARE MY STING! L'il Miss Shrew aka Karrie     * SNOG ~ WILD Lusty KISS. * SLOG ~ STRIKE with Heavy BLOWS.             BLIND DATE?   L'IL MISS SHREW                         CLICK HERE: THE BAD NEWS SHREWS My Blog   CLICK HERE: TAMING OF THE SHREW-RETOLD   PART I  of  7 (MUSIC VIDEO)         fhdjxk Hope you can swim...  Line 30 THANKS FOR SURFING BY! HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RIDE!   DAFTIE MERCUN WUMMIN                     My Family,      CROSSANS OF GLASGOW     CHEERS!     THAT'S MY GRANMA! BUSTED IN HOLLYWOOD!