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Yarm, High Street c1965
Yarm, High Street c1965 Ref: Y17013
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Hilton Village A memory of Hilton, Cleveland My father, Dennis Jepson, lived in Hilton, at the time the Manor was still in operation. He remembered having to doff your hat to the Lord of the Manor, if he were seen in the streets of Hilton. My father was about 8 at the time of his life there. He lived with his mother, Eva Jepson, and Eva's Uncle Jimmy Welford. They lived in the Post-office, and the buildings behind it. Eva worked at the post office, and did the cleaning and cooking for her uncle. Dad went to the school house in Hilton. He used to tell us the school house was so far away from where they lived, but in fact it were right over the street from it. His meaning, was after he fed the chickens at the bottom of the property, it was a long walk to school. They moved out of there, when Jimmy Welford remarried, and the new wife didn't want inlaws about. Jimmy Welford, also was the Manor poacher. My dad thoroughly loved his time spent there as a child, and kept a special place in his heart for that village. My father passed on April 29, 2005. Posted: 21/11/2008 16:26 by Evelyn Jepson |
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Year: 1973
My Home Town.... A memory of Thornaby, Cleveland I was born in 1972 and moved to Thornaby in 1973 where I spent my life until the age of 24. People used to tease me that I was brought up in Thornaby and I was nicknamed 'the roughian'. People would say don't get on the wrong side of her (meaning me!) as I would punch their lights out! The more I defended the town, the more I was ribbed. So Thornaby has a reputation which I am not sure how it came about. I was brought up in Balmoral Avenue which is still a lovely road with 'nice' people living there. I went to Harewood Infants, Westbury Juniors and The Dene (as was) and I regard myself as having a 'decent' upbringing. I don't swear necessarily, I drink in moderation, I don't beat anyone up and I haven't been to jail....yet!!!! So I was wondering if anyone out there could tell me when in fact the quiet little place in Teesside became known as a rough diamond? A X Last edited: 14/02/2007 09:27 by Amanda Blunt |
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 Stockton-On-Tees, High Street c1955 (ref: S195021) |
Year: 1955
My Era - Stockton Revisited A memory of Stockton-On-Tees, Cleveland I was 28 years old at the time of this photograph, living at Roseworth, with wife, Doris,and daughter, Judith, aged two. Married at St Peter's Church in 1947, with Rev'd J McGill officiating, a 'wartime' wedding really, with rationing in place, and I in a khaki uniform with royal artillery brass in place, Doris in a treasured but borrowed weddding gown - coupons were reserved for more pressing items then. Two years after the photograph and we three had embarked on the 'Empress of France' from Liverpool to Montreal, Canada, then by train for four days to Edmonton where the oil and gas business, on which I had pinned my hopes, had faded somewhat. Within weeks Pacific Petroleums Ltd had identified my value and we drove 500 miles or so on gravelled highways to Fort St John, living there for the next seven years. We moved east in 1964 to Montreal, influenced by a career move and the chance for a better education for Judith, who became fluent in French within a year. Peter, our son, was four years old when we made that trrip via auto to La Belle Provence, with my parents, Vera and Walter, along for the ride. They were vacationing with us for the summer, and shared with us the experience of house-hunting, purchase. and finally receiving the household effects from Fort St John, having sold our first-owned home there. My father thought we were crazy for leaving Fort St John, which had grown upon him since the spring of that year! Back to Stockton on Tees ... We have returned numerous times, when family visits were very important, but since the demise of my parents, who had moved from Kilburn Road, where our family of four were primarily raised, the reasons for additional trips became less attractive. Thanks to the archives maintained by the Borough of Stockton I am able to achieve my 'Stockton fix' periodically. The picture, whilst being familiar, evokes thoughts of ancient times within my life's span - it is dated beyond what I would have deemed correct, but there it is, just as it was when I visited the down-town area so often. At that time I owned a pre-war Austin 10, and so must have parked it many times in the confines of the Median in the High Street. I never, ever entered the Town Hall. It seemed almost hallowed in my day! Traffic patterns were ultimately changed, both in the High Street and in the surrounding small, neighbouring streets, making my sense of where I was and how I was to navigate to destinations that were formerly straighforward, extremely complex. At this age I will probably never need to navigate them again. Air travel being so onerous these days severely curtails all thoughts of making a nostalgic trip back to Stockton on Tees, but it remains in my mind and will always stir emotions within. Last edited: 02/09/2008 10:25 by Ronald Haslock |
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Year: 1890s
Family Tree A memory of Middlesbrough, Cleveland My father's family came to Middlesborough at the time of the Pig-Iron. He came from Worcestershire, around Lye. His name was Robert Jepson. He had 4 sons and 1 daughter. Charles Jepson, being my great grandfather. Fred Jepson, his son being my grandfather. Fred and his brother Frank were professional footballers for Spennymoor United Football Club, and received a medal medallion which hangs on a necklace. I still have it. It declares that they won it in 1917. Frank ran a newsagent in Middlesborough. His brother Harold drove trams for the town of Middlesborough, and then Reginald, who died in 1941, and a daughter Gladys Jepson. It is not known whom Gladys married, and it would be interesting to know. So, if there is anyone out there whose mom was Gladys, please contact me. Fred Jepson had 2 children - Constance and Dennis, my aunt and my father. It would be great to hear from anyone that remembers him. Last edited: 24/11/2008 09:01 by Evelyn Jepson |
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 Middlesbrough, Hugh Bell School 1896 (ref: 37557) |
Its A Small World - Clifford Wilson A memory of Middlesbrough, Cleveland Hi, I was interested to see you were in 4p Clifford as I was also and of course Dickie Purvis was a familiar name to me as he became School Captain with me as Vice. Our House if I remember rightly was Dormans, which is where I had my first job for a very short time - in other words i worked for Dormans but not for Long! You would have to be from the Boro to appreciate that 'joke'!I was also interested in the fact that you were in Royal Signals for 2 years. I served in Royal Signals 27 years basically as the result of George Harmers advice and recommendation. He was dead right I loved it and served all over the world only left for family reasons but having reached the rank of Captain from that of a Beverley Boy Soldier. In fact the year i left I was due to become Major. So I owe a lot to good old Hugh Bell and in particular George Harmer. For your particular interest I served in Bielefeld, 4 Div Herford and 22 Signal Regiment Lippstadt where I was the Anglo German Liaison Officer which I enjoyed. My first posting was to War Office as a Cryptographer and then off to Korea with further posting to Singapore, Hong Kong and Cyprus (twice) where I served with 9 signal Regiment formerly 2 Wireless. Its a pity we never met. I still attend reunions so if there are any names you would like me to see if I can trace for you, let me know. Kind regards John culbert Posted: 18/11/2008 10:55 by John Culbert |
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