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1. | Feb 15, 2018
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5. | Jun 27, 2014
Your kids are so beautiful! I know you had a very good Thanksgiving with them. They do grow up so fast. It's unveliebable at times.Cindy...this is so funny. I just woke up and I still had my laptop on where I was leaving you a comment.(the part above this)I fell asleep. I dont know if you will be able to tell I did that by looking on your live-feed list or not. LOL I worked yesterday from 4:15 to 4:15. Black Friday! I was still so keyed up when I got home that I thought I would check out my blog friends. I can't believe that I slept this long. I dreamed that was still at work ringing up sales with Christmas music playing!The same song over and over again!Hugs,Lee Laurie
6. | Jun 26, 2014
My clan used to be a big catholic falmiy, hence everyone has a christian name at birth. the patron saint of my birthday happens to be St. Vincent (a poor young priest being tourtured to death during the spanish inquisition. the night before he died, he saw and spoke to an angel... wow, talking about pain-induced hallucination). Given the coincidence of my birthday and my uncle was a volunteer at St. Vincent's Association, hence I was given this name. before i went to canada, i always called myself Vincent, as i didn't know any other way. once i started highschool in toronto, every time there was a new teacher or a new classmate, he or she would ask me whether i preferred to be called Vince or Vincent... i had been asked so many times i started to say, "Yeah, Vince is fine." Some university classmates would call me Vinnie to be chummy, yet i hated it with a passion. And being tall and scrawny, nobody calls me Vin. ;o) the funny thing is everyone i know now calls me Vince (including my sisters), except T, who insists to call me Vincent in full.
7. | Jun 14, 2014
My clan used to be a big catholic flmaiy, hence everyone has a christian name at birth. the patron saint of my birthday happens to be St. Vincent (a poor young priest being tourtured to death during the spanish inquisition. the night before he died, he saw and spoke to an angel... wow, talking about pain-induced hallucination). Given the coincidence of my birthday and my uncle was a volunteer at St. Vincent's Association, hence I was given this name. before i went to canada, i always called myself Vincent, as i didn't know any other way. once i started highschool in toronto, every time there was a new teacher or a new classmate, he or she would ask me whether i preferred to be called Vince or Vincent... i had been asked so many times i started to say, "Yeah, Vince is fine." Some university classmates would call me Vinnie to be chummy, yet i hated it with a passion. And being tall and scrawny, nobody calls me Vin. ;o) the funny thing is everyone i know now calls me Vince (including my sisters), except T, who insists to call me Vincent in full.
8. | Jul 7, 2013
My clan used to be a big catholic flamiy, hence everyone has a christian name at birth. the patron saint of my birthday happens to be St. Vincent (a poor young priest being tourtured to death during the spanish inquisition. the night before he died, he saw and spoke to an angel... wow, talking about pain-induced hallucination). Given the coincidence of my birthday and my uncle was a volunteer at St. Vincent's Association, hence I was given this name. before i went to canada, i always called myself Vincent, as i didn't know any other way. once i started highschool in toronto, every time there was a new teacher or a new classmate, he or she would ask me whether i preferred to be called Vince or Vincent... i had been asked so many times i started to say, "Yeah, Vince is fine." Some university classmates would call me Vinnie to be chummy, yet i hated it with a passion. And being tall and scrawny, nobody calls me Vin. ;o) the funny thing is everyone i know now calls me Vince (including my sisters), except T, who insists to call me Vincent in full.
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10. | May 28, 2013
My Dad, Lee Burgess, The Story of his Bus, he never got to tell.This letter I hope will put some thigns right about my dad “Lee Burgess”, his story has never been told about his bus, and bus service, and I think it is about time it was.The man sitting on the front of the bus, that is my dad “Lee Burgess”, and that was his bus, a lot of people will not know this, and be quite a surprise some, that was in the 1920’s, he lived at the Roe Buck with his mum and dad, who were the licensee of the “Roe Buck”, he set up is own bus service, with help of his mum & Dad, he was as far as I know, going between Brown Edge and Hanley. And may be Burslem. Not sure on that.My dad was a Brown Edger, and his best friend was “Sam Brat”, and at this particulars time they were both in their late or middle twenties teens, each had a motor bike, and as most young men, a bit wild, and would tear around the village on their bikes, but one day they did it once too often.On this particular day they were racing each other down Beech road, but when they came to the top of Clay Lake there was a cart and horses coming across the road pulling a hay cart, they had two choices, hit the horses or fall off their bikes, well they both fell off, which put them both in hospital, Sam with damaged legs,(that is how Sam got his stiff leg), my dad was more complicated, the handle bars went in my dad’s stomach, they did not think he was going to live, he was very ill for some weeks, in fact they thought he was going to die, but his bus service had to still run to keep his license, (I imagine), but if my dad had died my granddad would have been left with a bus he did not know a thing about running it, but there was Sam Turner, waiting to buy the bus, (but my dad and Sam Turner did not get on) so what did my granddad do, yes, sold his bus to Sam Turner, and my dad got better, he was not very happy about the sale of his bus to Sam Turner, but it was too late, it had been sold.My granddad Burgess left the Roe Buck and took a pub at Biddulph Moor, then it was called “The Holly Bush”, what it is called today I do not know, but it is still there.My dad, met my mum, “Elizabeth Cook”, and married her. whose dad was the first man to bring “buses into the Potteries”, called “Cook Robinson Buses” and he himself was a coach builder, there garage was in Basford, at the top of Basford bank, (what garage is today I do not know) they lived close to where my Granddad Cook lived in Basford, in Bedford street, (now called Sackville street) but my dad did not go to work for his farther in-law, he set up his own haulage with his brother in-law, Harry Cook, but some time later the “Holly Bush” came on the market, they sold their haulage business, and my mum and dad in the early thirties took over the tenancy of the Holly Bush, so that is how my Mum & Dad came back to Brown Edge in the 1930’s, as licensees of the “Holly Bush” there is a lot more to this story to be told.+++Pete Turner. This is for you.My granddad “Harry Cook” had a heart attack and passed away, and like a lot of family’s when someone passes away, they fall out, because they cannot agree who should do what, and who should be what, and that is just what his sons did, so my grandmother, in her wisdom sold up, to a company that that was looking to start up, calling itself, PMT company Ltd, so you see Peter my family had a lot to do with busses in Stoke-on Trent in one way or another. There is a lot more to all of this story, I may tell one day.
11. | May 6, 2013
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