Excellent transitions between photos, grandparents met when working on the busses in Middlesbrough in the late 40's. They lived in South Bank for a little while early 50's. I can picture my grandad driving the bus and my nana being the clippy. I think that was the term used for her.
I am old enough to remember riding these in Eston as a child with my mother and great aunt. They were much quieter than the noisy diesel Leyland Atlantean buses in Stockton where we lived. I recall the conductor getting out to move the overhead pantelon at a junction on the trip.
Apologies for the length of time it has taken me to reply. A big massive Thankyou for watching and commenting. I do love when people reply with their own individual memories as I find it fascinating. My memories only start from the late 70s so my experience is only of the Diesel buses our mam would sometimes take us on. Forever grateful to all those enthusiasts who took pictures of the Buses & Industries as without them these videos just would not be possible. Hope you are having a good day and once again sorry and Thankyou 👍
Hello and sorry for the delay in replying. Much appreciated for watching an commenting. I do not know to be honest. An Enthusiast with much more knowledge than me could probably answer your question. It might say on the website that I took the picture from and whose name can be seen in the centre of the picture or in failing that I know a few sites on Facebook exist that could possibly be of help.
A Big Thankyou for watching and commenting and sorry for the delay in replying. My dad was a driver too, only for a short time and before I was born.To this day i still smile and wonder when I pass what used to be the old Depot.
Hello Susan. Thankyou for watching.. They stopped running 1 month after i was born and It’s just something i was used to hearing growing up and since then i have always called them that out of habit i suppose.
1968/1971 me n my mates 11yrs going into 14yrs old from a market town about 7 miles away used to take the United bus to North Ormesby, then get the trolley bus to Eston Baths, have a couple of sessions then walk down to flatts lane ( a long walk after an hour n 3quarters of swimming n diving n larking about ) then right down flatts lane to come out on to themain road to our town another 5 mile walk, never bothered us in the least to busy mucking about, making each other laugh and dodging traffic lol. The things that stuck in my mind was that Eston Baths had Diving board and a springboard, and a smaller pool and that one of the blokes you handed your metal basket full of your clothes and shoes too had a metal arm and a kind of double hook for a hand. Can't remember his face but certainly the arm. And on occasions my mother would take me with her to Boro to carry the shopping from Baums the store that had its own money you gave them a voucher they gave you some plastic coins in change so you had to spend it there lol, they had one of those vacum pipe systems too in which they placed the money and it got whisked up to a recieving unit. Als recall Tower House ? Department store with stairs and a lift ( demolished now ) used to get a fair bit from their all usually around xmas, bad memorys of going to see my grandad at North Ormesby Hospital the night before he died he had had diabetes and both his legs removed they had a tent over where they had been but he died in the night, one of my all time favorite people. Remember where we got the bus from in North Ormesby to Eston was a pawnbrokers with the traditional balls hung outside ( when l asked what they were at a family gathering my uncle told me they were from a brass monkey and all the adults laughed, l didn't get it until years later ). Going to North Ormesby seemed like and adventure then it was lively and had a good market, l remember a street where there were lots of carribean flags in the windows and the first time l saw living black folk, the town l came from never had any immigrants who were from Jamaica or Asian, they still dont have that many now , thou we did have a Nigerian man who worked in our Library he looked like Sidney Poitier always had a suit on and spoke far better English than we did lol, but he lived in Boro, there were two chinese familys who both owned the 2 chinese restaurants we had, one of their lads came to our school but wasnt there very long for some reason, he got on well with people and was well liked but juzt didnt come back one day, never knew what happened to him. Going to Boro at Xmas when l was a kid was magical, tons of xmas lights everywhere all the big stores done up their best all the best new toys in the windows, bloke selling hot chestnuts near Binns store, lots n lots of people, far more than now all rushing about at the last minute, carrying boxes of toys and bags of food, buses were full then and l often had to stand up to give an adult a seat ( or got a clip round lug if l protested, which was only once lol.) All the buildings seemed so important and big, l remember seeing posters on the walls of the Town Hall advertising wrestling due there Jackie Pallo with his pony tail, Massambulo big muscular Black bloke dressed like an African witch doctor, Les Kellet, the Royal Brothers etc , all the greats of the day. It was a busy thriving place its a different place now, very grimy and squalid looking. But the past is another country they do things differently there. Often wish l had a time machine, it wasnt perfect no, but it was a 1000 times better than now.
Excellent transitions between photos, grandparents met when working on the busses in Middlesbrough in the late 40's. They lived in South Bank for a little while early 50's. I can picture my grandad driving the bus and my nana being the clippy. I think that was the term used for her.
Thanks for watching 👍 that sounded really nice about your grandparents. I bet the change would amaze them.
I am old enough to remember riding these in Eston as a child with my mother and great aunt. They were much quieter than the noisy diesel Leyland Atlantean buses in Stockton where we lived. I recall the conductor getting out to move the overhead pantelon at a junction on the trip.
Apologies for the length of time it has taken me to reply. A big massive Thankyou for watching and commenting. I do love when people reply with their own individual memories as I find it fascinating. My memories only start from the late 70s so my experience is only of the Diesel buses our mam would sometimes take us on. Forever grateful to all those enthusiasts who took pictures of the Buses & Industries as without them these videos just would not be possible. Hope you are having a good day and once again sorry and Thankyou 👍
Fantastic to see and very well put together
2:00 TRTB = Teesside Railless Traction Board;
TMT = Teesside Municipal Transport!
Born and bread in South bank
A Big Thankyou for watching 👍
0:58 what is white-red Weymann?
Hello and sorry for the delay in replying. Much appreciated for watching an commenting. I do not know to be honest. An Enthusiast with much more knowledge than me could probably answer your question. It might say on the website that I took the picture from and whose name can be seen in the centre of the picture or in failing that I know a few sites on Facebook exist that could possibly be of help.
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I looked at all the white and red Weymanns. By all indications this is a 340 from Brighton
My father was a driver my mother was a conductress
A Big Thankyou for watching and commenting and sorry for the delay in replying. My dad was a driver too, only for a short time and before I was born.To this day i still smile and wonder when I pass what used to be the old Depot.
Weren't they called trackless buses?
Hello Susan. Thankyou for watching.. They stopped running 1 month after i was born and It’s just something i was used to hearing growing up and since then i have always called them that out of habit i suppose.
trackless trams maybe?
1968/1971 me n my mates 11yrs going into 14yrs old from a market town about 7 miles away used to take the United bus to North Ormesby, then get the trolley bus to Eston Baths, have a couple of sessions then walk down to flatts lane ( a long walk after an hour n 3quarters of swimming n diving n larking about ) then right down flatts lane to come out on to themain road to our town another 5 mile walk, never bothered us in the least to busy mucking about, making each other laugh and dodging traffic lol. The things that stuck in my mind was that Eston Baths had Diving board and a springboard, and a smaller pool and that one of the blokes you handed your metal basket full of your clothes and shoes too had a metal arm and a kind of double hook for a hand. Can't remember his face but certainly the arm. And on occasions my mother would take me with her to Boro to carry the shopping from Baums the store that had its own money you gave them a voucher they gave you some plastic coins in change so you had to spend it there lol, they had one of those vacum pipe systems too in which they placed the money and it got whisked up to a recieving unit. Als recall Tower House ? Department store with stairs and a lift ( demolished now ) used to get a fair bit from their all usually around xmas, bad memorys of going to see my grandad at North Ormesby Hospital the night before he died he had had diabetes and both his legs removed they had a tent over where they had been but he died in the night, one of my all time favorite people.
Remember where we got the bus from in North Ormesby to Eston was a pawnbrokers with the traditional balls hung outside ( when l asked what they were at a family gathering my uncle told me they were from a brass monkey and all the adults laughed, l didn't get it until years later ).
Going to North Ormesby seemed like and adventure then it was lively and had a good market, l remember a street where there were lots of carribean flags in the windows and the first time l saw living black folk, the town l came from never had any immigrants who were from Jamaica or Asian, they still dont have that many now , thou we did have a Nigerian man who worked in our Library he looked like Sidney Poitier always had a suit on and spoke far better English than we did lol, but he lived in Boro, there were two chinese familys who both owned the 2 chinese restaurants we had, one of their lads came to our school but wasnt there very long for some reason, he got on well with people and was well liked but juzt didnt come back one day, never knew what happened to him.
Going to Boro at Xmas when l was a kid was magical, tons of xmas lights everywhere all the big stores done up their best all the best new toys in the windows, bloke selling hot chestnuts near Binns store, lots n lots of people, far more than now all rushing about at the last minute, carrying boxes of toys and bags of food, buses were full then and l often had to stand up to give an adult a seat ( or got a clip round lug if l protested, which was only once lol.)
All the buildings seemed so important and big, l remember seeing posters on the walls of the Town Hall advertising wrestling due there Jackie Pallo with his pony tail, Massambulo big muscular Black bloke dressed like an African witch doctor, Les Kellet, the Royal Brothers etc , all the greats of the day.
It was a busy thriving place its a different place now, very grimy and squalid looking.
But the past is another country they do things differently there.
Often wish l had a time machine, it wasnt perfect no, but it was a 1000 times better than now.
Nice shots.