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    Cathy commented  · 

    I lived in Marple Grove from 1945 until 1965 - we used to go into the back fields and either play in the brook at the top near Park Road, or in the next field with a lot of pipes. There was a strong rope suspended from the railway bridge to swing on too. Cricket and rounders were played in the Grove -a convenient lamp-post was the wicket, or the trees, the bases for rounders. Mrs Steele lived at No. 5 and if the ball went in her garden you were out. Then you had to try and get the ball back without her hearing you. I also rememebr climbing to the top of the advertising hoardings in the field next to the station - got told of by a policeman.

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    Cathy commented  · 

    I lived in Middlesbrough, until the age of thirteen, when in 1972, my family migrated to Perth, Western Australia. We lived in Pallister Park until 1968, when we moved into my deceased grandmothers home, in Percy St (off Princes rd). I loved living, in this part of Middlesbrough and have so many fond memories. There was a great community spirit, with neighbours looking out for one another and it was a common occurrence, for folks to gather around a doorstep, for a good old natter, as the kids played hopscotch, on the pavement.....those were the days! Our very small back yard, ran into a back alley and I often wondered why we had double doors, when we never even owned a car and neither had my grandparents. I discovered, however, that my late grandfather, Guiseppi Tortolano, made his own ice cream and used to walk through the streets, with a big ice cream cart. I am wondering if anyone remembers him? He and my my grandmother, were Italian immigrants, who embraced England and raised a family of seven children, after settling in Middlesbrough. Sadly, in 1940, my grandfather was taken as a prisoner of war and was put aboard the S.S."Arandora Star", which was torpedoed, resulting in his death; ironically, at the time of his internment, three of his sons, were fighting, in the British Army! A very sad story and one, which has often been surrounded with much controversy. I am very much into nostalgia and I would love to hear from anyone who knew of my grandparents. It would warm my heart, to know that their memories still live on; two humble Italian migrants, delighting children, with their home made ice cream!

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    Cathy commented  · 

    In about 1964 I belonged to Marley Motorcycle Club which l think was based at Marley school in Dagenham. The club used an old barn at Stubbers in Ockendon to "hang out". We had a basic kitchen, a few old sofas and parked the motorbikes right outside. We had some great times, barbeques and rides out to be track marshalls at the Bantam Owners club races at Snetterton in Norfolk and motorcycle racing at Crystal Palace.
    I remember some of the names and still have a couple of pics showing us stopped to repair a puncture on the way to Crystal Palace.
    Around the same time I had the odd distinction of being a "mod" and a "rocker" at the same time depending on my mood and owned both a powerful bike and a scooter. I nearly got lynched once when I turned up on my scooter at a lay-by on the A127, where us hooligans used to race our bikes between two roundabouts.

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