THANKS for the Memories readers are being asked to turn detective to help find a mystery man.

Last week’s feature about Helen Windsor’s search for her dad’s boxing friends JP and Callum Boyle prompted a lovely response from readers eager to help – but she is still keen to hear from anyone who might remember the pair.

“Within 24 hours of the story running on the Evening Times website, I heard from Alex Morrison, a boxing promoter who is 81 and who thinks he might have met him,” says Helen. “Alex told me that JP may not have been his real name, which is why I haven’t been able to track down the family.

“I’m so grateful to Evening Times readers for their help so far.”

Helen’s father, Philip Kelly, was born in George Street in 1918. His memoirs are full of funny, moving snippets of the city’s past and its people, including a child’s eye view of the local steamie which is bound to resonate with many readers.

“My mum, Nell, did the family wash in the steamie,” he writes.

“Her washing basket would contain an iron mangle, with which to wring the clothes and was carried the long hike up High Street.

“When the gates were pulled open, huge clouds of steam emerged, engulfing the washer and filling the whole building in a cloud of fog-like vapour.”

He adds: “The homeward journey was made worse with the wet wash in the basket now weighing twice as much – an arduous task for anyone having just spent a couple of hours in the debilitating atmosphere of the steamie.”

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Once home, the washing was hung up on the pulley in the kitchen prior to ironing.

“It was a back-breaking job,” writers Philip. “I often sensed mum’s struggle, but was too small to help.”

Philip also writes about his uncle, Harry Mac, who owned a holiday cottage in Kirn, where the Kelly family spent many a happy holiday.

“At the top of this building lived Granny Connors – no relative, but a fine old lady who owned a big telescope which had a special fascination for me, using it to look across the River Clyde,” recalls Philip, who went on to become a radio officer in the Royal Navy.

“Yachts were abundant in the season, paddle steamers criss-crossing their different frothy routes and – my favourites – big ocean-going ships of all flags, steaming to and arriving from all parts of the world.

“This really thrilled me, as did the ships’ whistles echoing through the night over George Street. I remember my mum, blessing the sailors, ‘on a night like this’ when the wind rattled and thundered against our windows…”

If you can help Helen, email her on

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*Can you help solve another mystery? Prompted by our recent series of features on Baillieston, Thanks for the Memories reader Jim Currie got in touch with his own puzzle he is keen to solve.

“I would dearly love to remember the name of the cinema that existed on the Main Street in Baillieston where Iceland now stands,” he says. “When I was a child, the cinema was in an advanced state of disrepair and therefore, a huge lure for youngsters to play in. Me and my friend Davy Bothwell used to walk across the catwalk in the ceiling of the building, some 80 feet above the floor. The single plank wobbled constantly and had no handrails.”

He grins: “It’s a wonder I made it to 74…”

Jim recalls: “I would also like to know the history of the so called Witch’s Tunnel down the Home Road. It was about eight feet round, made of brick, obviously Victorian and seemed to serve no purpose….”

If you can help, email or write to Ann Fotheringham, Thanks for the Memories, Evening Times, 200 Renfield Street, Glasgow G2 3QB.