Sma’Shot Day
Do not try that at home.
At work, last Saturday we stood outside to take some pictures of Sma shot day. As usual, it was raining. As usual, our clinics all ran late due to the parade and closed roads. Here are the pics pictures. The words are from my receptionist, Kirsty Lusk who will have her own blog on this site on day. She is a PhD student, published in her own right and becoming a wee regular on the book circuit herself.
Here she tells us the history of the Sma Shot.
Sma’shot Day
(pronounced smaw-shot in your best Scottish accent) is celebrated on the first
Saturday of July in the historic weaving centre of Paisley. It was first held
in 1856, to celebrate the positive culmination of a 19th century
dispute between weavers and manufacturers.
Weaving was
the primary trade in Paisley at the time, beginning in small cottages before
moving to large mills with the industrial revolution. With changes to the
textile industry, the town’s best known product became the ‘Paisley shawls’
which bore the ‘Paisley pattern’. Though the shawls were Kashmir in origin and
the pattern Persian, the shawls and pattern remain associated with the town to
this day. From 1800-1850, the patterns were designed with five colours of
thread, and by 1860, fifteen were used, more than anywhere else in Britain. Yet
while Paisley became the foremost producers of the shawls, tensions between
workers and manufacturers came to the fore.
The sma’shot
was a cotton thread used to hold together the other, brighter threads in the
pattern design. Without the sma’shot, the design would fall apart but because
it was invisible in the finished design, manufacturers refused to pay for it
and the weavers were forced to buy the thread themselves. The Charleston drum
was pounded to rally the weavers to protest marches and after many years of
dispute, the weavers had their victory.
Now, on the
first Saturday of July, the Charleston drum puts out the call again to begin
the traditional weaver’s march, though the textile industry has long since left
Paisley.
Dooslan Stone:
traditional meeting
place for weavers and beginning point for the sma’shot parade today.
The parade
begins at the Dooslan Stone, now placed in Brodie Park. It was a traditional
meeting point for weavers and is still used as a gathering point for the march.
It then proceeds down to the centre of Paisley, and the site of several of the
original cottages. The procession is led by the ‘cork’, an effigy of the mill
owners, which is burned at the end of the parade.
Sma’shot day
is now a celebration of culture as well as worker’s rights. Amongst signs for
trade unions and local workers’ parties, there is music and pipes and drums,
children dancing – be it hip-hop or traditional music – there is a man balancing
on a giant rolling bobbin and this year’s parade drew to an end with the
interweaving sound of pipes and Jamaican steel drums, playing in time.
It’s a
celebration but it is also a reminder, not just of the mix of cultures that
formed Paisley through history or of its achievements, but also of the
continued importance of the message that Sma’shot day is symbolic of – an
injustice righted by the coming together of people to work alongside each
other.
In Paisley
town centre there are further events over the weekend. The Sma’shot cottages
are now a weaving museum open to the public. There is street-theatre and food
stalls, music and poetry. At the Paisley Arts theatre, two plays are being
performed ‘The Silver Threads’, a comedy about the dispute, and ‘From Calton to
Catalonia’ about Glaswegians fighting for the international brigade in the
Spanish Civil War. Sma’shot day is one of the oldest workers’ holidays in the
world, and it remembers it international links as well as its close local
history.
The
influence of the weaving industry on Paisley is still felt today. It can be
seen in the street names – Gauze Street, Cotton Street, Shuttle Street – in the
Renfrewshire Council’s paisley patterned symbol, in the Anchor Mill – now flats
– and the various charitable works and architecture that were created by the
mill owners. Though the latter spent money on these charitable works –
particularly education – they paid their staff, primarily female and non-union
members, poorly which led to further battles at the beginning of the 20th
century between workers and owners.
a photo from one year when the sun shone!
Paisley
weavers were radical in their politics and religion but many were also given to
composing poetry or song. Paisley’s Sma’shot day also brings to mind the famous
weaver poets such as Robert Tannahill or Alexander Wilson. Wilson’s poetry more
overtly harked back to his weaving roots, with one collection entitled ‘Groans
from the Loom’.
Caro and Kirsty. 08 07 2016
Caro, I was born and brought up in the mill town of Paterson, NJ scene of a famous 6-month strike by mill workers in 1913. My uncle Paul--who, at the age of 14, took over supporting his mother and six siblings when his father died, later became a union organizer and a volunteer with the Lincoln (USA) Brigade in the Spanish Civil War. You can see how congruent my background is with the folks in Paisley. Up the Union! Justice to the workers!
ReplyDeleteWhat about those women with the strange combination of bodily ailments? What happened with that?
My oh my, I never realized the history behind one of my favorite tie patterns. I apologize for not commenting sooner but this past week has been hectic in every way. In fact, I'n thinking of composing a poem about it, and Kirsty's final words have inspired me with a title: "Loans from the Groom." [Hopefully my sense of humor will return by the time I get back to Mykonos.]
ReplyDeleteMy oh my, I never realized the history behind one of my favorite tie patterns. I apologize for not commenting sooner but this past week has been hectic in every way. In fact, I'n thinking of composing a poem about it, and Kirsty's final words have inspired me with a title: "Loans from the Groom." [Hopefully my sense of humor will return by the time I get back to Mykonos.]
ReplyDeleteThose ladies with the body ailments are probably patients of mine- trying to escape under the cover of the parade.
ReplyDeleteI was reading an article by an American tourist that said Paisley felt like a miniature Detroit.