Brian Sanderson

@CopMoustache Our Nephew was a bricklayer and he died aged 35. His coffin was carried to the crematorium in the back of his works van. None of us knew, just his Wife and workmates and it gave us a smile at such a sad time.

My dad helped a chap restore a lorry which he now takes to shows, the owner only trusted him to do repairs on it, he asked mum if he could carry him to the crematorium on the back of it It was a big secret until the very day BTW I’m in the car behind the lorry, crying

@ColinSpenc4257 My Wife baked a batch of two dozen homemade sausage rolls yesterday. Made with sausage meat from our local butcher. With some lovely crusty bread from our bakers.

SAUSAGE ROLLS. YES OR NO.

@lippyent My Grandparents. All born in the late 1800's.

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@CrazyVibes_1 What a lovely story and a beautiful lady.

She was waiting for the end. There she stood, naked, trembling against the cold concrete walls of a room in Auschwitz-Birkenau. It was the winter of 1944, and every woman in that cramped space knew what was about to happen. They were waiting for the gas to descend from the ceiling and turn their breath into a final, silent agony. Minutes passed in the darkness. The only sounds were the muffled sobs of women clinging to one another and the faint murmur of desperate prayers. But the pipes remained silent. The poison they feared never came. Whether it was a mechanical failure, a guard’s mistake, or a miracle, the valves stayed closed. When the soldiers finally opened the doors, they were stunned to find hundreds of women still standing. Gena Turgel stepped out into the freezing air on her own legs. Years later, reflecting on that moment, she did not dwell on the technical failure. She simply said: “God must have protected me.” Surviving the camps was not a single event, but a daily struggle. Gena was eventually transferred to Bergen-Belsen, a place where death and disease hung in the air like a suffocating cloud. It was there that she met a young girl destined to represent the lost potential of an entire generation: Anne Frank. Anne was no longer the lively girl of the diary. She was a shadow of herself, ravaged by fever and hunger. Gena, though weak and exhausted herself, refused to look away. She risked her life to bring Anne water and gently wiped her fevered face. “She was a small, beautiful child. She was delirious, but even in that state, you could see her sweetness.” Gena held Anne’s hand, offering a glimmer of humanity in a place designed to crush it. She watched Anne struggle against typhus and witnessed the final days of a child the world had failed to save. The memory of Anne’s tired yet luminous eyes stayed with Gena forever. Then came April 15, 1945. The British Army entered the camp to liberate it. Among the soldiers was a man named Norman Turgel. When he saw Gena, he did not see a prisoner or a number. He saw a woman of extraordinary dignity and strength. Despite her frail body, her eyes burned with a vitality he could not ignore. It was a love story born from the ashes of humanity’s darkest place. Just six months later, they were married. Gena did not wear a traditional dress. Instead, she wore a wedding gown made from the white silk of a British Army parachute—a symbol of salvation, fallen from the sky and transformed into a garment of hope. Today, that dress is preserved at the Imperial War Museum in London, a lasting testament that beauty can rise from the ruins of war. Gena Turgel lived to the age of 95. She did not shy away from her past. Instead, she became a voice for the millions of lives silenced by history. She visited schools and community centers, sharing her story not to provoke resentment, but to protect the future. She wanted every young person to understand the value of a single breath and the importance of compassion. True strength is not only surviving darkness; it is refusing to let that darkness turn your heart to stone. Gena survived the gas chamber, held the hand of a dying child, and built a life rooted in love. Perhaps we will never face the horrors she endured, but all of us make choices. Choosing compassion over indifference is the greatest miracle any of us can achieve.

@lippyent I was in the Police and always used a dab of Vick up each nostril when I had to go into the mortuary

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@celticbert @StecEng22 Exactly right. I saw my Dad die, aged 71, and my Brother in Law, aged 62, both die of prostate cancer because they ignored the symptoms until it was too late. If the doctor says it's a urine infection and it doesn't clear up, get back and ask for a PSA test and examination.

Yesterday I went to a funeral of a work mate who passed away at the age of 46 with cancer. He had been bleeding from his back passage for near a year and didn't go to doctor because he was to embarrassed. Men please dont be embarrassed get any wee thing looked into

@NizeyimanaJmv9 The Kelpies, near Falkirk, Scotland. They have a visitors centre and car park, where you can get next to them and the time we went they had a guided tour and they took you inside the structures.

That is amazing 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩

@NRLKnights Well done SKD. A great bloke and thanks for everything you did for us at Hull KR.

SKD returns ⚔️

@bagshaw2112 Charlie Williams, saw him in concert at Baileys in Hull,I'd never seen my Dad laugh so much.

Mine has got to be Mick Miller …

@reavo81 @hind_burger It was when Hull FC had won the Challenge Cup against Warrington

@hind_burger No, it’s not true.. Your owner is a fucking liar.. and a shit solicitor

Is this even true ? Is that how much we get in there heads ?

@VinnieSull1van @BygoneBritain Remember taking my Daughter, she was 6 years old, to see Watership Down, we had to leave halfway through, she was crying so much. Only talking to her the other day about it, she's 54 years old now and she still hasn't watched it.

Therapist: "So, what do you think is the root of your childhood Trauma". Me:

@PaulPitt1967 Pollards fish and chips in Hull, 2 × 6 ounce pieces of haddock, chips and a side, mushy peas, curry etc, £8.60p and it is excellent fish and chips.

Not been to the chippy in ages. 2 cod, 1 scampi, 2 chips. £35. You got to be shitting me! £5.80 for a large chips🤦‍♂️

@Juliefl69416105 Best wishes to you all from all of us at Hull KR. Really hope that something can be sorted out for a grand old club.

Although it breaks my heart to write this I wish all Halifax Panthers players and Coach Kyle all the best for the future. Never thought I would have to write anything like this but someone needs to give answers as to Why this has happened!!

@loinersview The sign we have in our garden, obtained by my Dad, when Rovers Craven Park closed in 1989.

Also £30 a match ticket pretty much now in SL Not much a working class sport anymore

@TheRFL Feel so sorry for the supporters and club. I have many memories of the trip to Thrum Hall, starting in 1960 when I was a youngster, with my Dad and Grandad. This was before the M62, on the old roads in my Dad's Ford Prefect.

@millsjim44 Heartbreaking Jim. Terrible loss of such a bonny young lass.

Remembering my daughter Julie, who left us this day in 1999 aged 30, also today is World Cancer Day. Missed and loved so much. ❤️X

@StecEng22 @HannahIamthest1 My Grandparents, Auntie's, Uncle's and cousins lived in the Stoneferry area of Hull and when we used to visit them I was always out with my cousins, playing amongst the bombed out buildings in that area. The terrible damage Hull suffered in the Blitz.

@HannahIamthest1 I was born in 1953 when I went to senior school in 1964 in Osborne street Hull in 64 it was surrounded by bombed buildings when I left in 69 it was still surrounded by bombed buildings

The Boomer Generation. 1946 to 1964. The generation who didn't have it all. The generation who played as children in the rubble of cities like London, Coventry and Plymouth, all heavily bombed in WW2. The rebuilding didn't start in earnest until the mid 1960s. The generation who were often malnourished and suffered from rickets when they were children because food rationing didn't end until 1954. The generation whose working classes lived in slum housing with no inside bathrooms. Whose baths were taken in tin tubs dragged once a week into kitchens, and the water shared by the rest of the family. Dad went last when the water was lukewarm and scummy. The generation who started work at 15 or 16 and didn't get a chance at university. Unless you were posh. The generation who didn't often own cars or TVs and who had two bar electric fires to heat the whole house. If they were lucky. The generation whose womenfolk didn't have any form of equality in the workplace or in the divorce courts. The generation who, if they were lucky, had a landline. But they shared it with the neighbours. And their furniture was hand me downs. The Boomer Generation. The generation who didn't have it all.

@Onthisdaywire Great winger and hard as nails. Didn't stand for any messing around.

#OTD in 2022: Legendary Warrington winger Des Drummond, who played for the club between 1987 and 1992, dies aged 63. He played 182 times for Wire, scoring 69 tries

@HullMaritime My pal and neighbour was lost with the Kingston Peridot. David Warley, deckie learner, he lived, with his family, in the prefabs, next to us down Westgarth Avenue, North Hull.

Sadly, today marks the 58th anniversary of the Kingston Peridot sinking. #TripleTrawlerTragedy

@paul1964Jam A pal of mine was the same. He used to be a miner, signed for the local team, and said that he used to work the Saturday morning shift, get showered and changed, run down to the ground, grabbing a meat pie from the local bakers on the way. Later signed professional.

Nat Lofthouse,the legendary England and Bolton Wanderers centre forward,off for a shift down the mines before turning out to play in the afternoon,proper hardcore footballers ⚽️⚽️