- A view of No. 23 Nelson Terrace, Stockton, built as the offices of the Board of Guardians, later became Stockton Registry Office and in this photograph is occupied by The Mad Hatter crafts shop, Serinos Ristorante Pizzeria and other shops.It was built in 1879 by E. Clephan in the Italian Gothic style. 1984.
- Interestingly shaped gables, included in a view of No. 23 Nelson Terrace, Stockton. 1984
- A balcony, shown in a view of No. 23 Nelson Terrace, Stockton, built as the Offices of the Board of Guardians, later became Stockton Registry Office, and is presently occupied by the Mad Hatter carfts shop, Serinos Ristorante Pizzeria and other shops. 1984
My Great grandmother owned that Fish and Chip shop.
Monday night, 11 pm – on the way home from The Garrick, fish n chips from Sydney Street.. I can taste ’em now.
There was a Fish & Chip shop just facing it called Ester’s, which was on the corner of Sydney Street. One of the best in the area.
“Bonky Bramley” lived there – mid 60’s.
Hi again Frank (and Anon – I’m so intrigued to know who you are after your kind comments about my father on this site). Anon is correct as my father did go to sea. He recalled a story to me about being in strange countries and having difficulty getting toiletries when they didn’t speak the language, so he had to mime shaving and washing his face to get the goods he wanted. He must have done a good mime of washing his face, as the shop keeper suddenly yelled, ‘AAAHHH PAHL MOLL EE VAY!’ (Palmolive soap). My parents lived for a short time with their parents also, Frank. They got one of the very first built houses on Ragpath Lane, Roseworth after the birth of my elder sister, Kay. My father told of his mother (Nancy, seen elsewhere on this site) using a Poss Tub, washing the family’s shirts, drying them, ironing them (with a heavy flat iron which us kids noticed was always used to prop open the back kitchen door in the summer) and having them ready to wear when the men got up, hours later at about 7am! Hard work! The top of the building seems very ornate for just an office building. The round shape looks like it may have been a window at some time. The building at the left of this photo – just visible belonged to the Baptist Tabernacle. My mother and my paternal grandmother (Nancy) used to meet upstairs here for a chat with coffee and a scone every Wednesday morning and I joined them during school holidays. Good memories.
Ken would have understood the baggage you were carrying because he did his two years National Service in the Army & also did a stint as a sea going merchant seaman. He was a top man & a good friend.
And so did a lot of us Sarah, it was a choice in even harder times than during the war years of a big wedding and probably living with one or other set of parents or affording some kind of rented property with a few sticks of furniture. Nobody could afford a house well no one I knew, wages for a tradesman being around £8 a week and for a Sergeant in the army around £5 a week. I did not attend Ken and Jeans wedding being otherwise engaged in sorting a mandate in a Middle Eastern country. They kept me out there for another two years and when I got home on leave almost all of the old Green gang had vanished. Those left had not seemed to grow up as we had to do and fast in those conditions. I met Ken in the Top House Norton and he was the only one who seemed to understand the baggage I was carrying, it was a good night but I went back off leave early to be with my own kind. When my turn came, having met Joan who had a lot more money than me, she also chose the Registry Office with the wedding breakfast at Sparks on the High Street so at least we started with a bedroom suit as it was then called. My wife would never consider HP so it was save for what we wanted first, she told me a few years back her happiest day was the day the mortgage was fully paid, I did not tell her it was not, we still owed ten shillings because as long as you owed something they put your deeds in their safe for free. My own children started with houses full of furniture which usually meant our presents were white goods, they would never have understood the technicalities of a Poss Tub and wooden wringer would they, they thought a wash board was something you played skiffle on, then some will not even know what skiffle was. This is making me feel very old?
My parents – Kenneth Sheraton (DoB 12.05.29) and Jean Elizabeth Hatton (DoB 22.02.30) were married here when it was a Register Office in July 1948.