SUCCESS STORIES

Nora, now living in Canada attended Alexandra Park Council public school in Cheshire, England, 80 years ago. Her school days were spent with Annie, with whom she became very good friends, laughing, playing and learning.

Nora has fond memories of her school days before family and responsibilities came into play. She had many childhood friends and unfortunately most were lost as Nora grew up, and at 25 moved to Canada leaving a lot of what was familiar behind her.

A new life was setup in Canada; Nora married a Canadian and now has a large family over there. She often thought about the friends she had at school, so it was a lovely, yet emotional surprise when the daughter of her old friend ‘Annie’ contacted her after seeing her profile on Who Remembers Me. The daughter who lives in France, saw her name and that she had attended the same school as her mother throughout the same time period, so contacted Nora on her mother’s behalf.

As a result of this touching communication, Nora and Annie have been able to resume contact after 80 years and keep in touch on a regular basis via letter writing. Nora had just about given up hope of anyone contacting her so she was utterly surprised to have Annie’s daughter send her a message, but delighted to be able to reconnect with one of her oldest school friends whom she thought she’d never hear from again. She thought it wonderful to be able to catch up on the last 80 years and reminisce about the old school days. A lot of time had passed and Annie has been able to keep Nora updated on other school pals and the goings on in their lives. It was such fun to remember her childhood and that time of her life living in England, which she had left behind so many years ago. Nora contacted Who Remembers Me to say how grateful she was and thank-you for allowing her to reconnect with such a special friend after so many years. She is so happy to be back in regular contact with a lady whom she was such good friends with at school, especially when she had lost touch with so many people. She wants others to know how fantastic she thinks Who Remembers Me is for anyone looking to find old friends, and has recommended the site to many of her pals in Canada.

The four of us were close as youngsters, in constant contact, and meeting up on a regular basis. As we entered our twenties, the time between contacting each other became longer and meeting up became less frequent. Looking back, family pressures and responsibilities would play a big part in the gap that formed between the four of us.

The last time we had all been together in the same place was to celebrate Stephen’s wonderful wedding day. Somehow, after this event, 22 years went by without so much as a phone call or Christmas card.



In 2009, my mother passed away and I suppose it was this sad event that reminded me of the importance of family. Realising how much I missed them, I began a search on the internet and came across this site. I can’t describe how overjoyed I was to find they were registered on Who Remembers Me, and that I was able to make my first in roads towards a reunion. We soon exchanged phone numbers, and spent the first phone conversation in a highly emotional state, trying to catch up on a massive 22 years in between sobs! Although I had moved to Bridlington, Brenda and Linda had stayed in Glasgow, so I packed my bag and set off to meet them face to face. It was utterly amazing to see them again after so long, and after lots of hugs, we spent a long time reminiscing about the old times, caught up on the families we had now, and how things had changed.

I am in regular contact with my cousins so would like to express my sincere thanks. Since the reunion my life has changed for the better, and this couldn't have happened without the team at Who Remembers Me.

After a long and gruelling search, Graham Wilkinson, 56, from Billingham tells who-remembers-me how thankful he is to have found his daughter after last seeing her when she was 4 years old. Graham and his then partner split up when his daughter was only a young child, her mother remarried and moved to Scotland, leaving Graham with only a single photograph to treasure alongside his fondest memories. “I always thought about my daughter and her mother – she was my first serious relationship,” and when Graham married his current wife Thelma who actively encouraged him to track his daughter down, there started the arduous search to reconnect. Graham describes his last memory of his daughter at four years old, as being ‘his beautiful little girl’. In hindsight, he deeply regrets having allowed her to be adopted by her mother’s new partner but seeing her again would hopefully allow him the chance to explain that. In 2009 when Graham became a full-time carer for his partner Thelma, who unfortunately was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease – he also signed up to who-remembers-me.com in order to pursue his quest to find his long-lost child. Three years later as Graham was beginning to feel disheartened, his post was replied to and he couldn’t believe his luck. Even the infamous Jeremy Kyle had been involved to no avail.

The response to Graham’s post had initially been noticed by a friend of the family and in March 2012 his daughter came forward - overwhelmed yet overjoyed would have been an understatement. Graham and Thelma ventured to Scotland on holiday, where his daughter was residing in Dumbarton. He tells the story; “Not only have I tracked down my beautiful daughter and her lovely husband, but I have three gorgeous grandkids as well, two girls and one boy! We have been looking for three years and both Thelma and I were desperate to meet up. One of the girls is six, one five and the little boy is 9 months, I just can’t believe it – I’m still on a high after all of the excitement. We first met my daughter, her husband and her mother – but then over Easter we met the grandkids when they called to see us at our caravan. We are now trying to meet up as often as possible and are currently planning another trip to Scotland. Words cannot describe how proud I am of her and her family; she is a fantastic mother and has a loving husband. My wife Thelma really took to them and has developed a great relationship so I couldn’t be any more grateful.” The team at who-remembers-me have since heard from Graham that he and his daughter have met up five times and are in touch every week by text. We’d like to thank him for sharing such a beautiful reunion with us; this emotional story makes the service all the more worthwhile. Who-remembers-me wish Graham and his family all the very best in the future. May they enjoy many years of happiness and enrich each other’s lives in a way that only family can do. Thanks again.

Going to school at St. Edward’s in Texarkana, I graduated in 1961 in a class of just nine pupils. I have tried for years to track anyone from my school, to no avail. My school is not listed on most sites and I nearly gave up. However, after joining Who-Remembers-Me.com, I received an email from someone that went to my school. They graduated several years before me, but it was so exciting, I even cried!

I live so far away from where I went to school, that it has been impossible to return, to try to look anyone up personally. I have sent messages to businesses that were in the area, where some of my old classmates lived and never received a response.

I finally found a school friend of mine through the site, each year I had been in the same classroom with either his sister or his brother. We talked about the school, which burnt down during the Christmas holidays. It had originally been told that the boys in the class he was in had started the fire. It was later proven untrue, but it was always the main conversation for so many years, and as I was told, there were still some times this subject was brought up.

The telephone conversation, that I had with my friend, 2 hours and 22 minutes, was trying to cover the many years, since school. He has since lost his brother and sister, who were closer in age to me.

This connection thanks to you and your team has made me feel so wonderful, thank you again from the bottom of my heart.

I joined Who-Remembers-Me.com with the uncertain hope of stumbling across someone from my past. I put my name on the site thinking of friends when I was a teenager in high school. Little did I know that someone from junior school would get in touch!

Michael Sellers, a boy I sat next to at school nearly 60 years ago, then sent me a message.

I attended Hessle C of E Infants and Junior Schools, near Hull from 1949-1954. In 1952, my Dad was lost at sea in a Hull trawler and Michael Sellers, who was in my class at the time, recalls me sobbing in the classroom and being taken out of the room by the Headmistress. He has since told me he had been thinking about his school days and said he remembers the incident.

Over time, we have remembered class mates; in fact two of them are now married! We have enjoyed sharing stories about our school; we remember that the toilets were an outside block in the playground, and that in those days, boys and girls had separate playgrounds. We have even been able to share class photos that I had kept.

We have talked about our family; Michael has been married for 40 years and doesn't have any children. I have two sons, and I was widowed in 1992 but remarried in 2002.

It was so nice to be reminded of our childhood.

This month’s STAR STORY comes from Bob Paylor in Newcastle, who with a little help from Who-Remembers-Me.com, managed to trace and meet up with several ex-Army buddies from the Royal Scots Greys. Bob, 74, explains: “I joined the Army in 1956, aged 21. I was a member of the Royal Electrical & Mechanical Engineers or REME for short, which were attached to the Royal Scots Greys. It was our job to repair the tanks and equipment of the armoured regiments and in those days Prince Edward the Duke of Kent was in the Scots Greys; I looked after his tank! Admiral Ramsay’s son was also a junior lieutenant at the time.

We knew each other to say hello to but didn’t really socialise together. No, my friends were Alan, Don, Roland and John.

We all signed up more or less at the same time and first met while stationed at Catterick in Yorkshire. Like me, they too were electrical and mechanical engineers and if they weren’t busy repairing tanks, they’d be fitting guns or fixing radios.

Then in 1958 our regiment moved to Münster in Germany. In those days we were frightened of the Russians and so much of our time was spent on practice drills. We were often called out at 2 o’clock in the morning, only to be told to stand down again! Still, we had some fun. I remember on one occasion I was supposed to be in charge of a gang of chaps going out for a drink to a pub in Lüneberg. Unfortunately I had one too many that night and spent most of the evening fast asleep! Alan, Don, Roland, John and I stayed in Germany for a few years and then one by one we left the Army. John was the first to go and I followed shortly after. We last saw each other in 1959. I went back to mechanics, bought my own garage and repaired military vehicles under contract. I also married shortly after leaving the Army; Margaret and I met in 1960 and we’ve been together ever since. I suppose nostalgia more than anything prompted me to look for John and the others. Shortly after registering with WRM I found Alan in Ramsbottom, Roly in Newbury and Don in Manchester. However the real surprise came when I found John through the site – with a surname like Smith I didn’t think I stood a chance, but within days I received an email from John’s son!

I’ve since met up with Alan and John, which was wonderful after all this time, and I now hope to organise a proper reunion involving all five of us. Thanks again to WRM for putting us in touch – the site really does work!”

Do you remember back in February 2009 we brought you the story of Les Parr and Bev Brittain, who, after almost 40 years of being apart, were reunited through WRM and set to marry? Well, a year later on February 14th 2010, that’s exactly what they did at Ayers House in Adelaide, Australia!

Les wrote to share with us their happy news: “Dear Who-Remembers-Me.com, We thought we would get in touch once again to thank you for making our future a fantastically happy one.

Bev and I were finally married at Ayers House in Adelaide, Australia, on Valentine’s Day.

We were also able to bring both of our families together for a long overdue reunion.

The day turned out to be sensational for all of us and some bridges were re-built, which was an extra bonus.

The week before and the week after were spent at a beautiful holiday villa with the beach as our back garden. There were many mini parties including a very loud Hen’s Night (not that I was allowed in until the end). There was a gorgeous wedding gown made from toilet rolls and polyester fill as I saw in photos later. So many empty bottles of bubbly and wine too! We men had a relatively quiet Bucks Night away from the villa. I won’t mention the temporary loss of some items of my clothing and the addition of handcuffs (wink).

Bev organised everything and made all the stationery, decorations and flowers herself. Then as the big day approached, we decided to engage a wedding planner to ease the stress of the final preparations. This turned out to be a wise move as from that point on we relaxed and entertained all of our overseas and interstate family and friends.

The wedding planners also arranged for our story to be told in the Adelaide Sunday Mail and the Perth Sunday Times newspapers, which was extra special! The actual day was perfect! We had a gorgeous blue sky, it was 28 degrees outside and the location was the historic home of the former Premier of South Australia Henry Ayers.

The ceremony was held in the state dining room (now a museum) and the reception in the grand ballroom. Waiting for Bev to arrive I was very calm and comfortable with family and friends around, but the second Bev appeared my legs felt like jelly and I was very emotional. Bev looked so beautiful walking down the aisle escorted by her very handsome son.

As she came to stand beside me I felt her hands shaking; I looked into her eyes and saw my future happiness totally confirmed. We both managed to remain steady through the ceremony even though we were overwhelmed by the joy of it all. The reception was incredible with lots of fun and laughter. Of particular note was that there was absolutely no generation gap as all joined together to celebrate. At one stage in the evening every single person was on the dance floor which is something I haven’t seen before.

We completed this fantastic day with a stretch Limousine ride back to the villa and enjoyed Champagne and sang along to the music. Altogether it has been the best time of our lives. Bev and I feel so lucky that all this started after meeting up again through WRM. Warm wishes and thanks

Bev and Les Parr” You are very welcome! We’d like to say ‘all in a day’s work’, but your story is truly special! We wish you all the best for the future! WRM

This month’s Star Story comes from William Green of South Wales in the UK, who recently connected with former work colleague and old friend Dave Underwood through the site. Here’s his story: “I have recently lost my very dear and loving wife to that dreaded disease we call cancer. Pauline was the light of my life and as I am disabled and our four children are now grown into young adults, I was so very, very lonely.

Living in a remote part of South Wales with no near neighbours makes my solitude even harder and this is where the Who-Remembers-Me.com website has come into its own and helped me through the loneliness.

I came across this website whilst surfing the Internet, about all I am able to do without moving about too much and causing me physical pain because of my spinal problems.

I decided to put in details of the place where I once lived and indeed spent all of my young teenage years; ‘The Centre of The Universe’ as we used to call it, or ‘The Shire’. This was of course Bedfordshire, and the place was Dunstable.

My details were seen by my friend’s sister and she put me in touch with her brother Dave Underwood, a dear friend of mine those hippy happy days of the late 60s and early 70s!

We were work friends initially, both working at an electrical retail shop outlet that was known as Loyd’s Electrical. Then one day a couple of grey suits walked into the store with a tin of whitewash and said “you’re redundant, whitewash the shop windows and we will give you your white envelopes with your redundancy money in, and then it’s goodbye”.

My envelope had about £150 in it and I went straight down to a men’s boutique (as they were known then) and blew the lot on a “Gestapo” style leather raincoat that I really liked and which lasted me for many years after that.

Dave and I last saw each other in the 1970s just before I moved from Dunstable to Norfolk with my parents. I’ve since learned that Dave went on to front his own rock band; The Koan Brothers with Dave as the lead singer and guitarist; acoustic, electric and mandolin. His ‘Blues Style’ voice is truly AMAZING!

He’s also married and lives in Brighton, and his wife Christine also from Dunstable, used to live just around the corner from where I lived and only a few doors away from where my very dear late wife Pauline lived; in fact their families knew each other very well! It really is such a small world! I’m so pleased to be back in touch with Dave after all this time. Thanks to all at Who-Remembers-Me.com for unlocking past treasures and reuniting old friends once again.”

This month’s Star Story from Keith Gallagher in Australia is a lovely reminder of what Who-Remembers-Me.com is all about:

“About two years ago after a lovely dinner and an even lovelier couple of bottles of red wine, I was feeling very melancholy and started thinking about the lovely Old Town I’d been born in, Salford in the UK - not to be confused with the Dirty Old Town! I turned on my computer and started looking for sites in relation to Salford and soon came across Who-Remembers-Me.com. My family (my parents, one older sister and two older brothers) and I immigrated to Australia in June 1960 and I often wondered what had become of where we used to live, No 26 Charlotte Street in Broughton. Did anyone remember the Gallagher family? I knew our old house had since been demolished circa 1963 but did anyone remember anyone from my family and more specifically, did anyone remember me? Well I checked my emails for two years but I didn’t receive any replies from the Salford area. Salford Council did send me some lovely photos of the front and back entries to our house, but nothing from any of my former neighbours. Then a couple of months ago I checked my emails again and there was one from a lady named Rosemary. I nearly fell off my chair. Rosemary and her family used to live next door but one from us in no 22 and she and my sister used to play with their dolls together! Incredible!

I definitely remembered the family name which was McColl and I remembered her family. When we started corresponding it was just like the years rolled away; we spoke of people in the street who we both remembered and although I was only 11 when we left England I could recall them vividly (my family have always said I have a good memory).

Rosemary still lives in England, in Cheetham, and has grandchildren of her own now, and I’m still in Australia, in Sydney, New South Wales, a great part of the world. I married an Aussie girl and we had five children. Sadly I lost my wife to cancer but I’ve been lucky enough to meet another lovely lady since, so at the moment life is pretty good.

However there will always be a part of me in Charlotte Street. We lived in a typical ‘two up two down’ terrace. It was not one of the most affluent areas of England in the 50s & 60s and life was always a struggle for my parents, even though as kids we were too young to realise. We never had great wealth but we did have a lot of love and fun, (love provided by my mother, a wonderful person).

Our neighbourhood gang got up to lots of innocent mischief; playing football in the street sometimes until 10 at night, the occasional broken window - then run for your life! It was amazing the fun you could have with no money in your pocket.

I remember we had a game we liked to play and the nearest spelling I can get to it is ‘uralio’ (where you picked equal gangs and then tried to capture everyone in the opposite gang – does anyone remember it?).

But my favourite memory is of bonfire night, gathering firewood for weeks beforehand to have the biggest and best bonfire, toffee apples, treacle slabs all made by the women of the street and my favourite of them all, potatoes in their jackets put directly on the coals and when cooked, smothered in butter - magic memories. I am 60 now but I can still taste those buttery jackets…! Since that initial email from Rosemary we have corresponded regularly and she seems to be a lovely lady. It’s hard to believe we lived on the same street nearly 50 years ago, but that’s how long it’s been since I left England.

I’m glad I joined Who-Remembers-Me.com and as pleased as punch I drank those two bottles of wine two years ago! Had I not I may never have gotten around to thinking about my old house on Charlotte Street. Thanks for bringing the past that little bit closer.”

This month’s Star Story comes from Wallace Hall in the USA who recently reconnected with Kevin Wheeler, of Australia. Wallace first met Kevin some 40 years ago when travelling the world. He and Kevin became good friends but lost touch when their travels eventually came to an end. Now 35 years later and they’re back in contact thanks to WRM. Wallace explains: “Back in my "hippie" days (late 60s/early 70s), I took a year off and travelled around Europe, the Middle East and Asia with my then girlfriend, Karen. When I arrived back in India from Nepal, I met this burly young Australian guy, Kevin, who was also a traveller.

We got talking and I offered him and his British companion a lift as far as Tehran.

They accepted and so all four of us set off for Tehran. On the way we stopped off in Afghanistan, staying at the house of an Afghan traveller I’d met in Nepal. He wasn’t with us but he’d asked us to pop into to see his family. He couldn’t visit them in person because his return to Afghanistan would have meant he’d have to sign up to the Afghan army.

So we spent some time with them before continuing on to Tehran. I remember we arrived in Tehran on the night of my father’s birthday. We stayed here for around two weeks before Kevin took the bus to Ankara, and Karen and I drove to Turkey in our Fiat 500! Kevin's British companion flew home to England in Tehran. Once in Turkey we met up with Kevin again and stayed with a Turkish friend, a University student. We couldn’t travel any further for a while, not in the car anyway because the engine was dead.

In the end I had to fly to Italy to get the parts needed to get it going again. We then drove down to Kiz Kalesi on the Mediterranean coast of Turkey. We camped on the beach for six weeks before driving on to Istanbul, where we stayed with a family we met at Kiz Kalesi BP Moto Camp.

Karen stayed with them while Kevin and I continued driving through Turkey, Greece, the then Yugoslavia and on into Italy. In Italy, we met up with these two nice Italian girls who gave us a place to crash as long as we promised to behave ourselves, which of course we did!

Karen flew in to Milan and we spent some time together before Kevin left and made his way to Holland and Karen and I eventually returned to the States. All in all we spent about three months travelling together. Kevin and I became good "mates" as the Aussies say. We kept in touch for about a year, with occasional postcards, and then sadly we lost touch. I knew he was in New South Wales, but that was about it.

Fast forward to now! I go online one day to check my email and lo and behold, 35 years later and there’s an email waiting for me from Kevin! I couldn’t believe it!

He was married with a daughter and it was his daughter who had tracked me down through Who-Remembers-Me.com. After all these years I was back in touch with Kevin!

We’ve been busy catching up on all that’s happened since we last saw each other and I've invited him and his wife to come visit us in the USA. I can’t wait to catch up in person and to see how much he’s changed!”