A few weeks ago I was singing the praises of Silver Row, my favourite among the many local streets demolished in the name of ‘progress’.
New developments usually mean the loss of something old and valuable but not always.
Back in the 1930s the expansion of public transport led to the opening of the new bus station in the Callendar Riggs and taking a big bus from the west end meant a difficult squeeze up Vicar Street and along Bank Street.
To solve the problem the powers-that-be decided to give us a completely new street and in 1933, the Prince of Wales, later Edward VIII, was in town to open Princes Street.
At its east end, the new street was driven through the playground of the Grammar School in Park Street and at the west end it replaced the old Argyll Bar which was rebuilt on the corner.
On the opposite corner the developers gave us the Tudor House, a mock-up of an old English half-timbered building which seems so out of place in the middle of a Scottish town and yet is now so familiar and attractive that we would be really annoyed if it was lost or damaged.
But the great glory of Princes Street is not the Tudor House or even the Grammar School of 1843, the forerunner of Falkirk High.
The 1930s was the great Art Deco period of design and a new street offered Falkirk the chance to show that it was up to the minute in its taste.
Most of the buildings are (or were) good examples of the style including the new Argyll Bar, now called 20 Rocks, and the former Young’s store which was Rosie O’Grady’s. However pride of place must go to the great sweep of the picture house modelled, as many Art Deco buildings were, on the great ocean liners like the Queen Mary right down to the detail of the handrail along the top.
The building which is now City nightclub had started life as The Grand Theatre in the Edwardian era with its entrance on Vicar Street.
It served Falkirk very well over the years offering what people said was ‘a slightly higher class of entertainment’ than the music hall in the Roxy!
With the opening of the new street the chance was taken to transform the Grand into a super-de-luxe cinema which most older bairns will remember as the Regal, or the ABC or the Carlton.
By this time the town had four other picture ‘palaces’, the Cinema in Melville Street, the Salon in Vicar Street, the Picture House in Bank Street and the Pavilion in Newmarket Street.
Falkirk, like most towns, went film mad especially after the talkies arrived in the late 1920s and so the new place was a great success. I can well remember the queues along the street in the 1950s being entertained by the one and only King Kenny complete with a banjo with most of the strings missing.
Now of course poor old Kenny is long gone and all the picture houses have been replaced by the big multiplex in Grahamston.
Am I looking back with rose-coloured glasses or was the town really much more interesting and varied in those post war days?
It certainly seemed full of life with all the butchers, barbers, bakers, grocers, fishmongers, shoemakers, tailors, pubs and sweetie shops with hardly a car or car park in sight. Paradise indeed!