Welcome to Memories and Stories
Chapter One. My Early Days.
Chapter Two. The 1940's
Chapter Three. British Boys For British Farms
Chapter Four. National Service
Chapter Five. Wilton Driver
Chapter Six. Meeting Doreen.
Chapter Seven. Local Shunter.
Chapter Eight , Working as a Coach Driver
Chapter Nine. Holidays.
Chapter Ten. Health Warning
Chapter Eleven Rationalisation
Chapter twelve. Incidents or Accidents.?
Chapter Thirteen. Terminal Closure.
Chapter Fourteen. Our Move To Gloucestershire.
Chapter Fifteen. Concord.
Chapter Sixteen. Finally
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My parents had eleven children, two boys and nine girls. Most of the family was born in North Ormesby, Middlesbrough. In north eastern England
I am recording names and pictures of my family. Also the many things that have happened during my journey through life.
My reason for writing is to encourage others to do the same, to give future generations a true glimpse of how a lot of townsfolk lived in my/our generation.
I would like to see all families get together , talk and record memories and stories for others that follow us .
Memories, When we have gone our memories have gone.
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Introduction.
When a person reaches the autumn years of life, age having crept on, it becomes a time for reflection, events have happened in all our lives that are fixed in our minds. From our innermost thoughts we recall the early days of childhood, days during school years, days of courtship, working days, good and bad days, days of happiness and enjoyment and days of sadness. Days that seem to drag on forever full of trivialities and frayed tempers, so much time that has gone in a flash. How often we say to each other do you remember when we did such and such a thing, or went to a certain place.
It is with these thoughts that I try to record the every day happenings in my life, from my childhood memories to my early work experiences, through my three years in the regular army followed by the period when I first met my loving wife Doreen, and the memories of our most enjoyable years together.
I'm writing my recollections for Jemma, my granddaughter, to give her and others a brief glimpse into my life as it was when I was young and highlight some of the interesting things that have happened to me over the years.
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Ralph Spenceley,
 My grandfather ,was born in the Marishes near Pickering in 1858 his family were basket makers and at sometime before 1881 they moved to Middlesbrough, where they are recorded in the 1881 census at 9 Thompson street in Middlesbrough.Earlier members of the family can be traced back to the 1700’s by the grave stones in churchyards in and around the Helmsley area. They had various occupations, such as Farmers, Joiners, Builders and labourers. In our search for information about the family we found that some had been babtised in the parish church of St Saint Peter and Paul in Pickering by the then vicar, the Rev.F Ponsonby. We have visited Low Marishes and today it is only a tiny hamlet of two or three houses.The word ‘Marish’ meaning a ‘Marsh’ and as the area is very flat and low lying to the river Eden it is easy to imagine that willow and hazel trees, necessary materials for basket making could have been found there. I have a strange affinity with the whole area of Helmsley, Kirby Moorside and the Vale of York and wonder if it is something to do with the spirits of my ancestors.
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Ralph And Emily
 Picture of Grandad Ralph Spenceley
with grand mother Emily Geldard |
Ralph and Mrs Thompson
 | Grandad Ralph Spenceley. Later married
Mrs Thompson. They lived in a council bungalow off Marshall Avenue, on the Brambles Farm Estate.
Check out. My early days, and meet my family.
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