There is a
As a penance
to carry to
spot on the
Ha, with a
view to its
of a church
As he came past High Cross, being attracted by a cross believed to have stood there, and which gave the name to the lands, he inquired the name of the place.Being told that it was High Cross, he said, " Then I am near my journey's end."
He sat down near a farm house to rest a little. He had not been long there when he heard the farmer call to the lad, bidding him to go to "Sedgie Ha'" (a field near by) and bring home the horse.
On hearing the name of the field the monk started to his feet, took up the stone, and went with the lad to the place indicated. He set down the stone, said that his journey was ended and his penance accomplished. He was then within a few hundred yards of where the church of Old Monkland now stands. This became the site of the Old Monkland church.
This is the actual stone which is currently inside the church.
Mr. James Baird remembers seeing long ago a stone, said to have been the one brought by the monk. It was then inside the church. The name of the original church-the one founded by the monk-was Badermonoc, under which name it was confirmed to the see of Glasgow, among the bishop's mensal churches, by Pope Alexander III., in the year 1170.
The present is the
third church which
has been built at
It was built in 1790
at a cost of only
500, and, as since
The name of Monkland as attached to the land, first occurs in a deed, by Walter the Steward, in favour of the monks, in 1323; but the name, as applied to the church, occurs for the first time in a deed by the vicar of Calder, who was also vicar of Monkland, in 1509.
In 1780, The
Reverend John Bower,
Minister of Old
notice from "Sir
asking for details
of his Parish, as
did every Minister
were called "The
He described Old Monkland as an immense garden with its fields and orchards, and the rivers abounding with salmon and trout. The stone is mentioned in his Account.
John Bower married Mr. and Mrs. Baird, the father and mother of the Gartsherrie family, and baptized all their ten children. He died in 1820, having been minister of the parish for about forty years.
Referring to the
drawing of which the
is a copy,
Mr. Baird writes,- "It represents Old Monkland Kirk, with the school house and Kirkstyle, very much as they were in the beginning of the present century.
The building in front of the church is what was the school house and teacher's house. At this school almost all the Baird family received a part of their education. The two story house on the right is the Kirkstyle then a sort of rustic inn, which was an appendage of every country church, and which was frequently the only inn in the parish.
This view istaken from the bottom of the hill at the old Kirkstyle cottages. These cottages were named as such because of the proximity to the church Gate - Kirkstyle! C1860.
These cottages are no longer there and the right side of the picture is now occupied by Forsyths Fruit & Veg Merchants. -The Old Monkland Cemetery is on the left.- note the old greenhouse. Directly opposite the Old Monkland Church Gate is a more modern row of 4 Cottages (c1904) - also formally named Kirkstyle Cottages.
Recent photo 2008 - the Church is hidden by trees - note the cars at the entrance
"Old Monkland Kirk"
Not far from where the big wheel turned
The Luggie's old time mill
Along the road Old Monkland Kirk
Stands halfway down the hill
Where farmers's horses once were tied
To rings upon the wall
The Kirk' bells chimed, while people walked
Responding to their call.
The ministers with voices raised
Who guided us in prayer
Fulfilled their calling to the Lord
And preached his message there
Now Elders serve in many ways
And all the groups take part
The organ speaks in harmony
With music in our heart.
Here many generations lie
Within its hallowed ground
There on the stones the ageing names
Of bygone lives are found
Time marches on, these changes come
No power can halt its flight
We have our day, and walk this way
Then pass into the night.
Old Monkland Kirk bas stood so long
And weathered thro' the years
Embracing countless memories
Of joys, and hopes, and fears
And while its people sing his praise
And pray for everyone
The old grey steeple's westward gaze .
Still greets the setting sun