Thornaby lad Ray Fulton, first on the right having a night out with friends at the Maison de Danse, Yarm Lane, Stockton.
The second photograph shows Ray with his pigeons at Mead Crescent, Thornaby c1973.
A much younger Ray can also be seen on the photograph entitled ‘Victory’s Children, Barnard Street, Thornaby c1945‘
Details courtesy of Derek Smith.
Saturday nights were always dance nights Maison or Palais with Jack Marwood or Bob Potter. Had my wedding reception at the Maison de danse in 1960 worked at Wheatley Motors in Yarm Lane in the late 50s early 60s and all the petrol pump girls had Saturday nights at the Maison, lovely memories.
Jean Sadler Brown worked at Wheatleys and I met her at the Maison and we married.
My mum Sylvia Harris used to go to the Mason with Tommy Dover.
I was at school with Ray then lived near him when we lived in Stevenage Close, Thornaby. He was a good lad.
Beer in the MAISON? It was a scramble to get into “JOCKERS” at halftime
There was very occasionally a bar upstairs possibly for private functions, I have a similar photograph with a drink in my hand around 1960. Great nights before it was overtaken by the Jubilee and Astoria.
I used to work with Ray and my Grandad at Alan Kennedy’s flooring. My Grandads name was Dan Thomas.
Ray Fulton, Red hair, Barnard Street!
It was Ray’s Fulton’s sister Gladys who was the “unforgettable character” in the Fulton Family. I think I was age 4 when she sent me into someone’s garden in Acklam Road, Thornaby to pick flowerbed flowers (these gardens belonged to the houses on the left going uphill from the Cricket Club and golf-club entranceway) Anyway in I go, and starts picking all the best flowers when a man in a temper came out and grabbed me, he asked me what “The hell I thought I was doing”, and being a child I replied in all truthful innocence that my brother had been killed in a road accident and we were on the way to his grave in Thornaby cemetary nearby and needed some flowers to decorate his grave with, I can still recall how this householder had a quick change of heart and he assisted me in picking all the best flowers from his garden to take to the cemetary. I left carrying a huge bunch, I was unaware that in a way I had been stealing his flowers and whenever I passed his house again and he was about I always waved to him, and him me. I loved all the Fultons and fondly remember “Quiet Anne” and “Nappa” Norman (what I wonder became of him) Gladys was a girl-gang-leader of sorts and always the first to suggest we all went to Redcar on Sunny Day Sundays. Walking down the front you could guarantee that off-she’d go with her rendering off “O’ I do like to be beside the seaside.” Oh, I do like to be beside the sea, Oh, I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom, where the brass bands play tiddley-om-pom-pom, – – – – – For there’s lots of girls beside, I should like to be beside, beside the seaside, beside the sea.