For anyone not enrolled in the KHS CCF (RAF) Section in the 1970's, this heading will appear somewhat odd. For those who were cadets at the time, the memories (and possibly the sick bags) will now be flooding back.
RAF Little Rissington was only 10 miles from school. It was until 1977, the RAF's Central Flying School and home to the Red Arrows. As RAF cadet's, we were very fortunate to fly 2-seater, single-engine trainer planes called Chipmunks at least once a term on CCF 'Field Days'.
Being about to take off for the Arctic again reminds me that I never reported on last year's expedition!
Basically it was successful. I had a group of hard South African climbers on board Dodo's Delight. Three of them helped sail the boat across the Atlantic from Scotland which this time was unusually benign. This may have been just as well as two of them had not sailed before! Then came the long trek, or motor in the lack of wind, up the west coast of Greenland to Upernavik about two thirds of the way up that long coastline.
I was eight years old when I arrived at KHS in March 1939, having escaped the scourge of the swastika from my native Austria just before the start of WWII.
When the summer holidays started - there were still about 20 or so boys who had no place to go and were stuck on the Hill. Well, someone knew Mr. Gilbert who owned a Girl's Boarding School in Eastbourne (probably rich girls who had all gone home for the Summer). So, the boys who were stuck on the Hill were put on a Bus and driven down to Eastbourne. We were taken into one of the large dormitories where there were plenty of beds.
The year is 2008 and I stand on the Bluff at the entrance to Durban harbour. A helicopter whirrs lazily overhead shuttling the one of the harbour masters out to pilot in the huge Panamax super class container vessel awaiting entrance into the Port. Built by Vinashin of Hanoi, I ponder how the Vietnamese economy has thrived subsequent to their drawn out, crippling war some 40 years earlier.
Dear John, Thanks for your mail of 28 July 2007. I was at Kingham from 1947 to 1956, firstly at Plymouth with Reg Durrant and his wife (Ruth, if I recall correctly) and then at Durham with Tom and Minnie Worrell.
John Woollan was the Warden, as the Headmaster was called in those days. Anyone would think it was a borstal! I can't say I remember Bill Parker, unfortunately.
We used to return to school a week early(!) - which in itself was a strange feeling as there would be none of the usual hustle and bustle - in fact the whole place seemed strangely dead and quiet. Then we would set off in coaches to the 'camp'.
Summer camp 1959 Click to enlarge
I can offer help over the photo of Teddie Cooper. [Shown on our Contacts page. Ed.] It shows the prefects of his final year as Warden, and thus must have been taken in the summer of 1977. Back row L-R: Geoffrey Davis (Norwich), Ian Black (Bradford), Ossie (Osmond) Stuart (Durham), Graham Reed (Greenwich), Nick Holmes (Durham). Front Row: David Nock (Norwich - Head Boy), Teddie Cooper, David Walsh (Clyde).
Not too long after this photo, Ossie Stuart suffered a broken neck in the gym while doing a simple exercise. It has left him paralysed, but did not prevent him from completing his university studies. David Walsh went to Warwick University and has since worked as a Government Adviser. Can't help you over the others!
I read with great interest the article by Frank Foster on the life and times of Mr & Mrs Meerendonk, Housemaster & Mistress of Bradford House. I would like to endorse that fully. I was a senior boy at Bradford House in 1951/52 when Francis and Gladys Meerendonk became our Housemaster and Mistress.
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