Ormesby

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Loss of childhood

I attended the local school at the bottom of Gisbrough Bank - I have several school photographs of myself and classmates. I had a fight with a school friend as to whose turn it was to serve the school dinner that day. This was sorted by a teacher who said - You do it today - to my school friend and to me - You do it tomorrow. My tomorrow never came. That night I was told that Mr Pugh my foster parent was very ill and that my sister and me would be going somwhere else in the morning. I felt so sad about this. I had a little friend called Rex Harris, others were Valerie and Tania. I never ...read more here
Contributed by June Thompson

Loss of childhood

I attended the local school at the bottom of Gisbrough Bank - I have several school photographs of myself and classmates. I had a fight with a school friend as to whose turn it was to serve the school dinner that day. This was sorted by a teacher who said - You do it today - to my school friend and to me - You do it tomorrow. My tomorrow never came. That night I was told that Mr Pugh my foster parent was very ill and that my sister and me would be going somwhere else in the morning. I felt so sad about this. I had a little friend called Rex Harris, others were Valerie and Tania. I never ...read more here
A memory of Ormesby contributed by June Thompson

Raining Frogs

My grandparents, George and Helen (Nellie) GATENBY, lived in Connaught Road during my early childhood in the 1950's. My granddad was retired from working 60+years on the railways so he had retired to a row of about 6 terraced railway cottages. These cottages are gone now and replaced by flats. They had huge back gardens and he grew all his own veg. What I always remember was when it rained it rained frogs. Really! There was always hundreds of tiny frogs all over the place after a heavy shower. I am convinced they came down with the rain but who knows!
A memory of contributed by mark gatenby

Cargo Fleet

I have many memories associated with this church in as much as it was where I went to Sunday School and my brother James was an Altar Boy and chorister. During the war years my mum ran the "Castrees" fish and chip shop in the market square right opposite the church. Her name was Rebecca Wilson but she was always known as "Becky". Although these times were not good ones because of the war, black outs etc., that little shop was packed from opening to closing and created a fantastic place of togetherness. A place to meet and support each other.
I remember walking from our home in Chester Street, Cargo Fleet, to the shop and home again after closing when ...read more here
A memory of Middlesbrough contributed by Clifford Wilson