OLD BOYS’ REUNIONS, GET-TOGETHERS & CRICKET CLUB


It was a very successful day, thanks to all the preparation by Ken Saxby, John Humphries and David Silverside, and to the way we were made welcome by the Head, Julia Deary, and the schoolboys who had given up their afternoon to show us around (or were we showing them?), the helpers for what looked like lavish buffet when I first attacked it, and not to forget the key-carrying caretaker who opened any door when asked - although I, too, forgot to ask him to open High Trees, satisfying myself later by peering over the fence from the road. I have to report that the slates on the kitchen roof once bearing many an illustrious carved name of a few generations of 1950's prefects (and some less illustrious) have been replaced. Pity: I am sure mine was a work of art.
So much in the buildings, which I remember from the '50's, has remained the same; the old-fashioned house numbers screwed to the classroom doors, the ancient radiators, the succesive coats of gloss paint which must have added half-an-inch to most surfaces, the stairways, the gallery, the assembly hall. The science labs still contained the by now rather botched original benches, although we hear that with a grant of £12,500, refurbishment is imminent, and we probably looked upon them for the last time. Sadly, there does not seem to be money available to refurbish parts of James Paine's original Hare Hall, and evidence of water damage and peeling paint is especially evident in the top floor rooms, as indeed elsewhere throughout the school buildings. The now sparsely furnished Head's Study is still graced by the fine original inlaid-marble fireplace. Most of us pretended that the 'new' square blocks, in the middle of the playground and near High Trees did not exist, although on Saturdays they are clearly a popular venue for childrens' dancing classes of all shapes and sizes. Numerous I.T. centres were evident in strange places -
the old Gym, and the Woodwork room.
It seems that some mementos had been brought out especially, old sports shields such as the Goldsmith for swimming and the Peter Ellis for cricket fielding, and of course framed photographs of past alumni. There was also a box of rolled school photos available, probably more than 30 in number. The fact that the re-mastered 1954 School Film was first made available on this day was a masterstroke, and you do not have to
be the '50's generation to appreciate it. I believe it will be available on request from the R.L.A. at £10,[Editor's remark: POSTAGE INCLUSIVE wherever in the world you are]. Readers of RLSOldboys mail will be no strangers to the irresistible powers of the old school tie, so perhaps this accounted for the brisk sales: stocks ran out very quickly.
The swimming pool looked much the same; it failed me in my schooldays, but I might have stood a better chance now that it is allegedly heated. There was a Saturday Cricket Club match in progress, and the Pavilion still stands, as do the old air-raid -shelters/scout-huts. Many of the well-remembered trees do not.
A hearty rendition of the School Song ended the proceedings: I somehow suspect that the new version - Newton, Rutherford, Salk, Darwin - will not take over from Norman Roman Saxon Dane on future occasions. ( bev curtis 52-60)

RE-UNION 2002

To those members I met in Gidea Park on July 6th, it was a pleasure. To those I did not encounter - my regrets. I have several photos that I am downloading at present and will forward same to Andy Lee. I cannot identify all the men captured on disc, so if Andy gets them posted, perhaps you can inform him of your name and year after you see yourselves. He has a prodigious memory but I doubt he knows all of you.

I enjoyed the new Headmaster. I was very surprised at the aplomb of the young students who helped make the occasion fun. I was also somewhat surprised at the food and wine served - the quantity was more than enough.

Having returned to sunny Florida (after 19 days of rain out of 24 in the UK), I am now well occupied with the mundane chores of daily life. Grass cutting, reading mail (both snail and "e"), banking, paying bills, shopping, etc.

While in the UK we were able to make a side trip to Ampthill (Beds) and meet (for the first time) Colin Calvert and his delightful wide Roberta. An excellent two days spent with a super couple. Special thanks to Nicol Hilton, Ken Catton, Bob Metson, Keith Ward and to some I had not known previously, e.g. Lee, Smith, Silverside, Priddy et al. My group photos are on my final disc and, being well organized, that will be the last one I enter in the black box. (Geoffrey Styles)


I thoroughly enjoyed the last re-union on July 6th at the RLS and met many who I had not seen for 50 years, including Stan Smith, alias "Fingers", the excellent Maths Teacher who occupied Room 1. Someone said that he is 93 years old! Ken Catton did a good job of arranging it. We finished off the Assembly by giving a rousing rendition of the School Song, original version. (Ian Holt)


My thoughts on the day: I followed my old route of many years ago, Brentwood Road, past the Drill and the Squirrels.  The Ban the Bomb sign painted on the bridge near RCHS is barely recognisable now, however "Free Radio!" daubed on the Upper Brentwood Road railway bridge sometime in the 60s is still clear.  In 1996 when I reached the Squirrels Head, there were a few 65ers sat outside to interrupt my journey and we arrived at RLS en masse.  This time, however, I completed the journey on my own.

As I had been to the 1996 do, I was ready for the sight of so much surviving from the old place, inside and out.  Of course there are new outbuildings in place while old ones have gone: the music room ("built" or more likely delivered, sometime during the late 60s), the 6th form hut, the firing range, bike sheds, etc.

In 1996 it looked as if our relatively large collection of 65ers could have been the youngest, and possibly most numerous, intake represented.  This time there appeared to be quite a number from more recent years, and our year was much reduced in number (75% of us appear in the group photo).

The current PE teacher was able to let us into the Sports Hall.  He was very positive and mentioned high achievements and recognition for the current lads.  He showed polite interest in our memories of the old tin bath at Balgores, short cuts in cross country and other exploits that did not win awards for the school.  He said they still use Balgores occasionally, but reluctantly from his point of view as it takes up too much of the lesson time to get there and back (For us I am sure the trek there and back took chunks out of our own time, i.e. lunch-breaks and home time).

We noted two current boys (students) playing a version of hand tennis in the playground.  Pity this wasn't mentioned in the programme in advance, they might have had more of an audience.  Were they shown this by some OBs during the afternoon, or is this noble game continuing there passed down through the years?

About 7.00 the school bell rang for Assembly.  Considering all the discussion beforehand about finding an organist, finding a bell ringer seemed to be sorted out with very little fuss.  In Assembly the Headmaster seemed extremely upbeat and confident about the present and future of the school.  Ken restated his resolve to avoid the internet.

Finally a mention for the organisation of the event - Ken, the Head teacher, and I am sure a few others unknown to me, should be thanked for a helping us to have a good time.  See you all next time. (Tim Knights)


It was good to meet many of you again yesterday, and to put a few faces to names hitherto only recognised electronically.  Hon. Members Leatt and Silverside did a splendid - nay, *magnificent* - job

(a) promoting our Group,

(b) publicising the remake of The School Film,

(c) rendering The School Song,

(d) recording it all for posterity.

Thank you David.  Thank you Vince. (Andy Lee)


Softies 2002: RLS boys have it tough nowadays, not. The following shows how much things have changed :-

1) Chairs for students at assembly

2) Lessons in 1/2 hour periods (quote: boys don't concentrate any longer than that)

3) School Day 9am to 3pm.

4) Outdoor pool is now heated

5) Gym is heated (and about twice the size of 'our' old one).

6) Head teacher jokes with the students

7) Large Computer suite (networked Research Machines) - by the way the old computer room is now deputy head and  a senior staff office.

8) - One for Andy - students refer to adults by first name

9) No blue jackets

10) No school hymn or end of term hymn - although I can't remember the 66'ers ever having to sing them - perhaps Jake had a thing against previous heads traditions.

The biggest shock of the day was seeing the pictures of past heads. Obviously I, and some others, had not seen the picture of Jake in the hall. Obviously 13 years on from my days with grey hair and looking old (no Grecian 2000).

Old teachers spotted :- 'Bongo' Benson (past student and then a teacher who still works at the school occasionally although retiring in 1996). 'Sus' Pender - Greg Cooper keeping out of way since 'accidentally' dunking him in the sea (in 1970/71?)

I also met up with the 'Chair of governors', Michael Ward - see Ian Macauley's 'hair tales', and references to the Chairman's daughter. What I didn't realise is that he too was a pupil, a former Labour Councillor on Havering Council, ex-MP for Peterborough (- 1979). I had met him a number of times before, he has lived in the Medway Towns for the last 18 months, but only brought all the pieces together at the School reunion yesterday. (Chris Fribbins)


Spook was also there, still looking 102 years old and smiling away. "Remember the days of the old schoolyard we used to laugh a lot" (Stephen Byrne)


Although I was only able to stay for a couple of hours on Saturday before the formal events got underway it was a very nostalgic experience and great fun being able to wander around the school with my two kids and without looking over my shoulder for the hair patrol... not that I would trouble them at all these days!

Chris Fribbins has chronicled a few of the more glaring changes that were there for us all to observe, but as we were listening to the reassuring sound of leather upon willow while watching the Liberty Casuals play cricket it occurred to me that there were several other and more subtle alterations to the school since I left in '74. Amongst them were...

* The felling of the large Horse Chestnut tree adjacent to Pitch 1 - there is now only one where there used to be two.

* The removal of all the bike sheds.

* The disappearance of Mount Fred in High Trees.

* Elevated wire mesh fencing topped with razor-wire around the swimming pool.....to keep the boys in, or to keep intruders out?? (would not

have been needed back in the days when the pool was a meagre 54 degrees!).

* The long-jump and high-jump pits have disappeared and the cricket nets were overgrown.

* "One-way" staircases.

* Ladies toilets outside the school hall !!!

* The repositioning of the door to Room 23 (the Geography room)

* And last but not least... Dave Collins in civvies!! (good to see you Dave).

All the classrooms are now labelled by department. All have whiteboards and those awful tatty and shredded black curtains in rooms 8 to 12 have finally gone. At least the old rolling blackboards can still be seen in the Physics labs as can the old lacquered desks and those dreadfully uncomfortable stools we had to sit on for hours on end.

My two kids (10 and 7) were fascinated but were quite taken aback by Phil Kingham's sudden uphoric outburst of unbridled glee as he skipped across  the hitherto forbidden and much hallowed ground of the Quadrangle lawn. When I explained what the consequences of his actions would have been thirty odd years ago they thought I was making it up.

I was sorry to have to leave so early but it was good to go back and stir the memory and also to put so many faces to names. Thanks to the many who put in so much effort to ensure the success of the day. (Steve Hyde)


I enjoyed being back at the old school too - which, I felt, hadn't changed as much as it ought to have done over all those years.

We've had a lot about Foxy and Kendall in the fairly recent past, but it was great to see Spook again (Stan Smith) now rumoured to be 93. Happy memories of his good teaching and conscientiousness. (Mike Butterworth)


I also enjoyed the reunion again...made a new contact for our intake, and also got talking to many others. Most of the participants, I believe, were older than our intake. It was amazing to see in what good shape most of them were, esp. those in their eighties! I wonder whether people who go to these sorts of occasions are a typical cross-section, or are special in some way, e.g. robust health, interest in nostalgia....I suspect the latter.

I forgot to check on the Catton pronunciation for 'Libertian'. Didn't he say it in the conventional way?

The school song and end-of-term hymn were sung far better for the film shot than I had expected and with great enthusiasm....even by the Head...congrats to David S. The picture quality of the improved film looks great, and is far superior to the original. Anyone got any ideas about the schedule for sale? (Terry Turner)


Impressions from Saturday:

1. A great deal of affection/nostaligia for the school, especially from the 'older' brigade. But from what they could see of the school today, they probably felt that they got the best years.

2. The general state of repair and maintenance left a lot to be desired, apart from the quadrangle, which was quite well maintained. Nice to stand on the grass for the first time. I can't think that the public coffers are so low that a lick of paint to those awful 60s buildings couldn't be afforded.

3. Apart from the grey flecks in his hair, the headmaster could have passed for a sixth former in my time. I suppose his heart is in the right place, but one would have thought that eleven year olds could have read simple entences, especially if they'd written them themselves.

4. Last time I saw Pete Benson, he was about 25. How did a guy like him stay so long during the years of decline? He said it started when the school went comprehensive, followed by the abolition of the sixth form. Apparently, during the summer term the fifth formers go somewhere else so the oldest lads there at the time are 15.

5. Bongo also talked about 'Daddy Scho'. Apparently, his name wasn't Schofield at all and he led a double life whilst at the school. Does anyone else know about this?

6. OK, I've been rather churlish. I did enjoy it and look forward to the next one.

And it was nice to meet one or two of you lot! (Derek Humphrey)


Hon Fribbens was all emotional after the school song - I was actually suggesting to him that we grabbed Sus there and then and lobbed him into the 'heated' pool to repeat the experience for him ... but then I saw Dave Collins and Pete Benson and bottled out as usual. (Greg Cooper)


Glad to see much of the feeling of Saturday is already conveyed. Weird experience. I swear I've never sung the school song before. At one point I really thought we were going to get another anarchic 'Assembly' to match the Christmas Special but obviously the standards that Vic Slade achieved getting us improvising our socks off has not yet been repeated. Or did the 'sketch' with the poison bottle and the off stage noises go over my head?

Pete Benson has aged much better than the buildings or the education system or was that a hologram cooked up by Vince?

It was interesting that we seemed to sit in age order in the hall - 66's almost at the front but an interesting group of 71 ers in front of us - who were in awe of Dave Collins being head boy when they started.

Chris said that the old computer room was the deputy head's room but I thought it said 'medical centre' on the door. Going into the heads study without being in trouble was so amazing I did it twice.

Could still see Mick Walsh's foot impression in Hall ceiling where he came off duckboards and nearly went through plaster - didn't get onto stage sadly - but did see copy of school play programme which had me as a stage hand and being first in the alphabet it was the highest ranking I ever achieved in any school list so get it in the library Pete.

Great that there was a cricket match going on, it made the whole scene surreal. A bit like 'IF' as somebody said.

Found tufts of hair in corridor which I have sent off for analysis but swear was part of Ash Howe's locks caught on door hinge.

Was also going to ask Sus how he felt about Geog room having door blocked up and being turned into a cookery class room. Tried to get in to wreck Derek Reynolds room but door locked as usual. Place smelt the same Terrible queue trying to get buns as usual. Tuck shop closed. Picture of Coles had dried spit on it - I kid you not. I think that is a fitting point to stop. Very glad I went. (Greg Cooper)


Those of you who were unable to attend the Reunion (6-7-02) may like to hear more about it. I take the chance of posting my experience of it.

This was my first visit to RLS for just on 40 years. It was a real memory lane trip for me... firstly walking around Gidea Park (Squirrels Heath Road, Haynes Rd., Haynes Park, Slewins Lane, Ardleigh Green, Upper B'wood rd. and recognising about 95% of the houses and shops that were there even in 1950!  They are brighter and many more garages and cars, of course. But the area seems very well preserved to me! (I met the elderly neighbour beside the bungalow where I lived and who remembered me! I also got the local gossip updated!).

Entering the grounds of Hare Hall at 4.00 exactly, there were already plenty of gents around... all but one or two looked as if they were above 50 at least. At one point Ken Catton said that 190 visitors had so far turned up... There were disappointingly few from our List, with several of you I had hoped to meet. Maybe next time! But our friendly, hard-working and equitable boss was there, Andy! David Silverside gave an excellent talk to the Assembled OBs and plugged the film and the List. I found the film as good as Vince has said, and think that this can be really something. The film was running continuously, but few seemed to have seen it before Assembly began (after 3 hours at 7 pm). Afterwards, however, many went to see it and Vice got quite a few applicants for a DVD when it comes, I understand. A number of Old Boys who I told about the film said that they already had a copy (video), but I assured them that this is something else. This is a point we must make definitively when there is an end product - a proper little advert about the quality and so on in Ken Catton's newsletter in good time for the release. 

I met Stan Smith, who told me Francis Holmes broke his hip recently, but is surely able and interested in being interviewed for the new film, so Vince will surely be able to bring him back from the past for us all! Vince was seen beavering away with camera and video and I think the results can be very interesting... not least the filming of all the OBs during Assembly.

All the names of those registered by Ken C. were laid out on a long table in the A. Hall, and I found several names (addresses and tel. nos) of old friends not included in the list he last sent out with the big membership list.(such as Prof. O'Brien, Brian Watson...) So, more persons you once knew may well be registered than you out there have so far discovered.

I should point out that early on during Assembly, a loud fart was heard from the front lines, for which the person speaking, Mr Morral, graciously thanked the perpetrator! Am I wrong in assuming that it was Brian Mutton, as he had threatened? If so, sorry I did not meet you, Brian. (Wearing bifocal, glasses it was damn hard to read people's name tags (one has to go in very close to make out the name and year!! Many had this problem, I noted). 

It was very nice to meet the lively cricket playing Pete Benson, once a classmate of mine. After a while, I recognised some of his old his character traits from the past... esp. a natural ebullience.  The Old Libertarians deservedly lost the match by 50-odd runs, but to whom I did not find out. He was chock full of anecdotes that we could have benefited from on this List. Apparently, in the early 60s he had rescued some master from the following situation in a class: he had a wastepaper basket on his head, a row of flaming exercise books spread across his desk and boys doing and Indian war dance around him!! How come we have not heard a mention of this dramatic stuff so far??? Pete told us that he had done all the continuity work on the original (with Brian Wren) on the entire film... so he could be a useful advisor too, I guess. He confirmed that there had been one original and one copy (which he had worn out showing to boys).

Another very charming person I met was my old Scout leader, 'Bunny' Warren, who kindly came to show me some photos of the old camps etc. Esp. photos of Brian Peaty and John Bixby. Other 12th Romford's were there, incl. the RLSOB Treasurer, Brian Dodds. I had reminded him that he had sunk a canoe for hire at Oxford together with Bixby, and the boatman' had fished them out with his boathook. However, he chiefly recalled the boatman's smashing daughter... who had presumably helped to dry them out.

The buffet was good, with wines and a variety of snack dishes. There was a bar for beer too in the quad., which was very well done up.

The half-dozen or more boys who came to be guides and do a few presentations on stage for us were all very keen on the school and there was a real sense of everything being in top gear and on the up-and-up. This will do for now. More later, if requested. I hope to hear others' personal accounts of the day too! (Robert Priddy)


Thanks John (Hawkins) for your encouragement (to write more). It is a fact that the quality was not much at all from the boys who put on a few very brief stints on stage - a kind of sketch it was difficult to hear and was overacted, of course. Then a terrible muffing of lines reading from own scripts - painful to watch - but the boys didn't seem affected by their cop-out. At least Mark Morall told them it was no good in front of everyone and asked if any boys could do better than that. Some brave lads did (or did they not want to miss the limelight and the automatic kind applause?). The best bit, perhaps, was the question and answer session (too brief) at the end of their do. Not a good exercise for the slightly hard of hearing (like me - too many decibels from earphones in studios?). When it lagged, I shouted out one question to a boy I had spoken to before who was also a Saxon, 'Which is the best school house?' He gave the correct answer immediately! Saxons! The cheers were deafening, even to me!  

One point Ken Catton mentioned is worth repeating here. He said how sad it is that so few old boys turned up out of the huge list he keeps. He told that he phoned a number of them and asked them to come. Quite a few apparently said that they didn't feel it was for them, as they had not succeeded in life as well as the lot who go there and similar sentiments. But, as Ken said, the whole thing was very low profile as to that kind of thing - it was all about the whack, past masters, incidents, or simply exchanges of personal reminiscences and feelings about the school. I found the atmosphere very relaxing (much more than when I attended RLS in the first years, anyhow!). No need to explain anything, we all seemed to be old, matured and wise as old goats about how to relate! (No snide comments, please).

I thought Morall went a wee bit far in making a near-Frankie Howerd reference while reading out a (rather surprised) Old Boys' report from ages past that he had dug out. He said how wonderfully percipient and detailed the report showed the masters to have been then (Maths - fair, Geography - good, English - good, French - fair etc etc.) and then came to "Manual Instruction" (with a kind of leer) "Whatever that may be". (The audience with one-track minds laughed loudly), "Well, anyway" said I.M. Morall "he was good at that too!" (Nudge?). A far cry from GHRN! He did not have the common touch! Actually, I found Morall to be a very good communicator - (far better than GHRN at 'Sex instruction', I'd reckon)! He read out his own 'leadership report' by the Ofsted Inspectors, after strong encouragement that he fished for and won, and the words were almost embarrassingly excellent. (Robert Priddy)


Robert Priddy may have thought that he heard a loud fart but, having been privileged to sit next to the perpetrator, I am relieved to say that it was actually Jeremy Holiday blowing his nose. (Cliff Mullett)


I can confirm that I was not responsible for the 'FART' that added some sound effects to the presentation if I had of been guilty I would have expected all around to have circled their chairs around the offensive area whilst moving in a backward direction.

It was my first time back for 40 years but if something is not done to repair the ageing brickwork and the crumbling window sills there may not be many re-unions to look forward to. When was the school last painted?

I seem to remember that during my time every summer the school had a very popular summer fair which raised considerable sums of cash that I believe was spent for 'extras' which benefited all attendees  why not raise funds for a raid on homebase to buy a job lot of white paint. All credit to all that organised the event and I was surprised that quiet a few of my old school-mates were not aware of the web site. Overall I had a very enjoyable return. (brian mutton) 


One member commented about the poor state of window frames. I was there with Jeff Williams who was equally astounded. He took photos and intends to challenge his local MP on the basis of how is it after 5 years of a Labour Govt elected on a mandate of Education x3 the buildings are in this state. However later we talked to the Head who told us that the frames are Grade 2 listed and that because of their poor state they must now be replaced rather

than being painted. Apparently the work should start 'shortly'. I wonder whether they will be done by the time of the next reunion - or am I being cynical? (Brian Boswell)


I agree with the comments about the 'sketches' on the stage by current pupils during the assembly. Of course it's not easy to get up and speak before so many people. However it was mostly incoherent and, frankly, worthless, except for the lad at the end who spoke about coming to RLS as a dream fulfilled!

The speeches by the Head I find generally quite amusing; after all it's supposed to be a light-hearted occasion. He comes over to us as being quite jovial, but I suspect he has a hard side to his character. Judging by what he read out about how well things are going now at the school, it's probably time for him to move on in his career. (Terence Turner)


What about the gentlemen who was to contact the Group at the Reunion, James Dovey?  I've heard nothing more about this and it seems it might have been someone with a leg pull. Am I correct or does the person actually exist and did he get in touch with anyone at the Reunion? (Mike Merry)


There was a James Dovey at the reunion. He was one of the first formers allocated to take care of the old farts sorry old boys who returned to their seat of learning. During the pupils presentation James dovey was the only one who was very confident and obviously has hacked into the rlsoldboys site. (brian mutton)


Both e-mails received from a RLS pupil came via Andy. I don't think either boy hacked in. First one read: 

"Calling all RLS old students i'm James Dovey and i attend Royal Liberty i'm a yaer 7 and next week myself and a few of my friends will be at your 2002 reunion on Thursday all of us can't wait to hear what it was like at RLS all those years ago thats all for now speeak to you all on Thursday.  James Dovey"

Andy wrote: "I have received the under-appended from a current RLS pupil. (I think 'yaer 7' [sic] translates to 'first-former'.)" It seems that we can expect to be interrogated. I make no comment on the spelling, punctuation, grammar or sentence construction, and I don't understand the reference to Thursday." (Andy Lee)

The second  e-mail  was:-  From: "Daniel McNeill" To: "RLS Old Boys" <rlsoldboys-owner@yahoogroups.com> Sent: Wednesday, July 03, 2002 7:37 PM Subject: Reunion.

Hi my name is Daniel McNeill and i know that James Dovey e-mailed you a few days ago and i'm also gonna be attending the Meeting on Saturday. We're gonna show you arround the school and Mr Morral (The new and fabolous head teacher) is gonna talk to ya all's. See ya Saturday.

Daniel McNeill (2002 - ?)  Danes are the best (Thats me)


UNCERTAIN WHICH REUNION?

What an excellent afternoon and evening of "quoffing and scoffing" at the Swan and later at The Dodgy Dragon restaurant (or whatever it was called). It was great to see all who attended once again, including a wonderful
surprise guest of honour in the form of Stan Smith. Such was the warmth of the welcome he received from HM's that the barman had to adjust the beer coolers in order to keep the lager chilled. Well done Vince for acting as chauffeur.
Stan is clearly getting into the swing of these gatherings and brought his own piece of RLS memorabilia in the form of the official programme for the opening ceremony for the School Pavilion which took place on 12th May 1956. It made fascinating reading and thanks to the wonders of modern technology in the form of Pete Issac's new digital camera, it has been photographed and is expected to appear on a website near you in due course. (Steve Hyde)



THE LIBERTY CASUALS’ CRICKET CLUB 2002

 

Some news about an incident at the School on Saturday 9 March 2002. The Liberty Casuals Cricket Club is busy trying to enhance its' ranks with some new blood.  Indoor cricket nets are being held at the School each Saturday morning between 10.00 and 12.00.  Rather more like a crčche some weeks, there are nevertheless one or two useful pupils at the School (although all below 16 years).  On Saturday 9 March Peter Benson (Bongo) was busy warning several small boys to keep watching the nets in case some mad bugger smashed the ball straight down the wicket.  At the crucial point of emphasising the dangerous nature of cricket balls, Peter was struck a violent blow on the back of his head.  Steve Bristow (former teacher Dave's son) had achieved possibly his best shot of all time straight on to Bongo's bonce. The crack was heard by Dave Meech in the quad, but the blood was confined mostly to Peter's hands and clothing.  Following an afternoon in Oldchurch Hospital, Peter emerged with four nice stitches in the back of his head, still fiercely clutching his pension book.  Still, the boys could not have had a better example of why to keep watching down the nets, eh? (Alan Golding)


 

CHRISTMAS 2001 P*SS-UP – AT ‘ THE SHIP’

 

As invited I turned up at the Ship in Gidea Park but could find not those boys with whom I had passed my school days. Some-one had replaced them with a group of assorted middle aged men! They were very friendly and it was a great pleasure to pass a couple of
hours with them. If this is how we turned out RLS can't have been all that bad. My thanks go to whichever fool it was who thought of the idea and organised. I look forward to further such meetings. (Robin Hackshall)


Just a very quick note of thanks to all present - Andy in particular, who of course made all this possible - for an absolutely fantastic day at The Ship. I haven't laughed so much since the Tommy Cooper show I mentioned in a recent posting.
To all the non-66ers, thanks for your forbearance. Must have crossed your mind to refer us to the Monopolies Commission. And to all the 66-ers - magnificently supplemented by the appearance of two non-Members in Brian Murphy (afternoon session) and Tony (007) Townsend (evening) - make sure you're there on July 6.
Thanks, also, to Ian Mac. I'd forgotten the expression 'bottoms up' as applied to drinking (photographic evidence to follow, hopefully, for those who weren't present). Have to get on with earning a living now. Pics will follow asap. (Chris Stratford)


As far as I could ascertain a splendid time was had by all - not least by the '66ers. The highlight for me was Ian Mac's dramatic portrayal of the poor man found, with his hands bound to his ankles, by a police sergeant.  The performance included Ian dropping his trousers to his ankles, bending forward so that his wrists met his trousers, thus adopting what I can only describe as a 'receptive' position.  For those who were not there, I kid you not - trousers and wrists to the ankles, backside pointing towards the pub door.
just as weary shoppers were dropping into the pub for an early-evening quiet drink!
The script of this one-act play (in which Ian played both characters) demanded the trouser-dropping/bending sequence to be executed several times while the unfortunate chap explained to the policeman that he had been - I will put this slightly more delicately than Ian's description - involuntarily ravaged by a person unknown. The punch line involved the sergeant declaring - accompanied by a front-of-trouser-opening movement - "It's not your lucky day, is it!" An Oscar-worthy performance if ever there was one!
A close second in the drama department was Spencer delivering, with great feeling, a moving recitation of his poem 'Cricket' - read directly from an original copy of the School Magazine. I am confident that both performances were captured on photo and on video.
We await the rushes with great anticipation. (Andy Lee)


Yes thanks guys, that was a truly Ship Shape afternoon, great to see everyone after such a long time and such a laugh each time the door opened to reveal reveal reveal the ravages of 30yrs, or not, as the case may be. (Greg Cooper)


I would just like to take this opportunity of saying a resounding "agreed!" to hon. member. Chris Fribbins in his summary of the events at The Ship yesterday. It is now 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon and I have just back home after stopping over at my mother's. Yesterday started well for me as I had my normal three original thoughts before breakfast (cf. conversation in pub). Driving in the December sunshine listening to Dave Gilmour playing guitar on my way over to Romford in the morning improved my feeling of love for my fellow man and enforced my conviction that the stars are God's daisychain, etc.
Then spending 9 hours in Ths Ship making new friends and re-discovering old ones put the lid on the proverbial cookie jar. From old photos, through anecdotes long-forgotten, to poetry recitation and loss-of-cherry tales, via Herbie impersonations and several watering-cans of alcoholic refreshment, made it a day to remember. The fact that Ian Macauley felt it advisable, no necesssary, to lower his trousers several times was merely icing on an already well-iced confection.
If there are to be any future get-togethers of such an ilk I should definitely wish to be amongst the attendees. Gentlemen, it was a privilege and a pleasure. ash howe)


A truly great afternoon!  What a pity I had to leave early, but at least I was able to witness the poetry reading and trouser dropping.
I am also very proud to have been elected an honourary '66er after all this time.  Thanks, chaps. Definitely looking forward to seeing 'Scoop' Stratford's pictures.  I don't know much about photography, but that lens of his looked wide angle enough to capture most of Ian Mac's *rs*, if not all of it. Here's to July then. (Vince Leatt)


Admittedly it was a late turnout after having finished the taxi run and 'you will have a lovely time at your mother's with the kids'.  I did
recognise a few of the remnant faces in the Ship despite everyone being at least 200 years older than me.  Shame I missed the trouser dropping session although there were a few b**bs popping out that time of night. Truly disappointed that there was absolutely no-one else from '68 there.  It was a good event. (Jody Chatterjee)


Thanks guys for a good hour and a half putting faces to names. Other than Andy (who we all thanked, for keeping us moderated, didn't we?), Vince and Adrian (who appeared for 10 mins or so), I knew nobody.  That said, nobody minded my breaking into a group and all made me welcome.  It was fun and count me in on the next event. Wish I'd seen Ian Mac's trouser game, tho'.  Can you do it again, Ian? (David Silverside)


I wish to echo everybody's sentiments regarding Saturday's event at the Ship. Although I had to leave early, I couldn't stop thinking about all the old acquaintances that I had met again after all these years, and wondering about all the other guys that weren't there. Sorry to have missed Ian Mac's skit though. Looking forward to the pic's Chris.

One another note, I had tried to get another 66'er, Steve Southgate, along that Saturday. Unfortunately he failed to turn up, although I have received the following e-mail from him, which as you will see from the gist of it, he seems quite keen to get in on the fun. However, I thought I would publish the e-mail and allow Hon Member Tony Harrison (or any other Hon Member) to decide what they wanted to do. I was sent: (Ian McCormick)


1951 REUNION IN 2001

The Class of '51 golden anniversary reunion at The Ship, Gidea Park, on Saturday, Sept 1. We had (appropriately) 51 attendees, with another seven who'd accepted the invitation mysteriously failing to put in an appearance. Notable arrivals were Mike (from Florida), Guy Kendall (Sydney), Mike Baker (Brisbane) and Brian Abbott (France). The suggestion that we might have another in a year or two was greeted by a mass clicking of false teeth.
I think those of us who don't have far to come may try to keep the continuity going until such time as the global travellers can afford another trip (we currently also have Dave Chester in Canada and Brian Sims in the Philippines)."
John provides comprehensive identifications (together with comments on how the passing years have been kinder to some than to others) which you can read alongside the photographs now filed in ... The Rogues' Gallery.
All 'our' 51-ers were present and Hon. Members Merry, Kendall, Course and Morris are clearly visible in the pictures. Unfortunately Hon. Members Davidson and Smith seem to have been hiding their lights under bushels. I note that MJM has a drink in his hand. (Andy Lee)


Thanks to Johnny Morris some of you youngsters can now see what the ravages of time can reap! As you can see, it was a great day for sunshine and The Ship was the best possible place to hold such a get together. As Johnny mentioned, Cast and Oval have come through the years very well. There again, Pete Oval was always a happy character and had a completely positive attitude. Pete Cast just didn't worry about things and after sixty years, he hadn't changed. Johnny himself remains the usual upbeat character whose emails usually contain at least one "perfectly innocent" remark that makes one chuckle. Looking at the pictures brings back only the pleasant memories of those years. One amusing event was when Ron Locke walked in. He came right up to me and said, "Wanna have a fight?" Ron and myself engaged in two bloody brawls in 53 and 54 and he's still got the scars on his forehead from the second one. We decided however that it was to warm for any exercise and retired to the bar for a pint. George Delmonte is bigger than ever, although Dave (Tubby) Seddon does not merit that nickname any more. J. Alan kept a glass in his had during the whole afternoon and didn't spill a drop. Ian Davidson spent most of the time getting a suntan and Mike Course could have won the Jonah Jones look-alike competition with his bow tie. Johnny and his group put in an enormous amount of work to bring almost 50% of the '51 intake together. I doubt if we will ever see such a gathering again. All of the organizers, who toiled for two years to produce the event, deserve the admiration and thanks of the attendees. (Mike Merry)


As a clean cut youth and a great adherent to the "short back and sides" cut which marked keen students at RLS, I have tried to stick to this conversative style which is associated with clean-cut, enthusiastic, jolly good all round blokes.
Thus, for the '51 reunion, I visited my local coiffure parlour and had the staff instigate a search for some suitable hairs to cut. This was accomplished and the results can be observed in at least one of the pictures submitted by Johnny Morris and reproduced by OEM.
Unfortunately, both at the '51 reunion and the 2000 event at RLS, I did observe some ex-pupils with long shoulder length locks and facial hair. Not up to the standards that Scruff would have wished us to adhere to. Come to think of it though, his main grouch was boys who walked around with their hands in their pockets. (Mike Merry) John Smith wrote : blah blah....." thing is not really me, but someone recently suggested this method (of extracting the actual piece of text you're responding to) to keep the size of emails down, and I have to admit it makes sense. So, getting back to Ian's comments, "No, you're definitely not alone!" I've also been having problems with the volume of emails, particularly as I receive them at work, and any day now I'm expecting to get arrested by the email police...! But, as with you, I do enjoy participating in (mainly reading) the emails from ex-Libs around my era, and I find that if a particular string gets going that I'm not interested in, I just delete them based on the subject line. I really wish that some of the members would actually have something to say before they send out emails - For example - "Here, here" really doesn't do much for me. The other thing that I don't quite understand is why a lot of supposedly mature men in their 40's and 50's still sound like bratty schoolboys - and talk with pride of all the bad behaviour they were involved in at school (and don't get the wrong idea, I'm still a big kid at heart) - oh well, I guess we're all different. (Les Farrow)


September 1st, 2001 – The '51 Reunion

It was a pleasant Saturday morning. Not cold enough for a sweater really and with the sky showing more and more blue every moment, it looked like the day would become warmer as the hands drifted round the clock. My multicolored taxi moves in stops and starts along the Main Road in the direction of the Gidea Park Hotel, my base for the '51 Reunion.
We pass Balgores on the right hand side and I know we are close to The Ship. I glance out on the left and see a lone figure standing in the entrance to the car park holding a briefcase in one hand with the other up in from of his face. The arm comes down after checking a watch and Merv Wright's face becomes visible. One of the organizers of the event, Merv is obviously waiting for The Ship to open up its doors for him.
The Gidea Park is a small hotel. My room is about the size of a normal persons bathroom. A single bed, sideboard and a small television plus a tiny bathroom through a very slender entry door. Not to worry, won't be here long. Clean up, change shirt and glance at the clock. It's noon on the dot. Time to walk the fifty yards or so down to the Ship and check out what the ravages of the past forty six years have done to the lad's of the incoming class of '51. It's rather like arriving at RLS for the first time all over again. One had been in school for some years but the thought of a new group of boys and a different environment gave a special lift to the short journey.
The Ship seems the same as I left it on a Saturday afternoon in April of 1958. Entry through the left hand door and into a long forgotten world. Merv Wright comes over to say hello and takes me over to Johnny Morris to pick up a name tag. The tags, all in alphabetical order, bring back many memories. Dave Seddon appears and we walk next door and get ourselves a beer, discussing a football match of long ago where I had been the goal keeper and he the right back. I speak with Brian Abbot who tells me that Frank Burrell won't be coming as `He feels he's not much of a social person', according to Brian. Shame that. Frank was always a very vocal person at school and I understand he did twenty or so years in the Navy. If he did that and still wasn't social it beats me.
Lindy Robinson, athlete extraordinary shows his face. Mike Course wearing a bow tie and carrying copies of the '52 and '56 school photo for signatures says hello. J. Alan Smith appears wearing an OL's tie, havn't seen him since last year but he hasn't changed over twelve months. Mick Skinner comes over and we share a memory of the '53 boxing final. Guy Kendal turns up, over from Australia and Ron Locke, up from Southampton arrives.
By now the room is getting crowded. There's a table with pictures and a copy of both a blue book and school hymnal. The visitors crowd around trying to identify themselves in the long photo and laughter rings out when they finally discover their old selves. Food is bought in and appetites seem good. The beer flows and yet more people arrive. I see a tanned neck across the room. Not the `summer holiday' type tan but the deep permanent tan that only a person who spends a great deal of time outdoors can boast. I go across and it turns out to be an old friend. Pete Cast, ex-captain of the Junior Colts and now, as he tells me, in the `motor trade'. The tanned neck is explained. We talk about Sydney or Sygorney from Harold Wood (Pete lived in Recreation Avenue). Brian Mooring joins us and contributes to the conversation. Turns out he actually lived with her for a year! Pete and myself congratulate him on his good luck and I remember DES's comments on this fine example of English architecture.
Looking through the bow window I see a car draw up and a tall gentlemen climb out. In profile his nose becomes visible and I recall that the only person I've every known with such a roman appearance was George Delmonte, who indeed this new arrival turns out to be. We go for a pint and I enquire about Scotty McGregor, the third member of our schoolboy clique. George tells me he hasn't seen him for nearly thirty years and the last time he heard he was working in France. I asked him about his "whacks" and he laughs as he recites in that Scruff-like voice "Six strokes Delmonte. Absent without permission, smoking and for being a general lout". This cracks me up.
Graham Haverson, bearded and in shorts comes over and we howl with laughter when we recall the smoke canister incident. Mike Course chips in that only he and Haverson had keys to the CCF Stores and at first Nicholson suspected him. He had no idea it was Graham who actually took the bomb out. Haverson tells us that he did go into the Army eventually and then into the Merchant Navy. He said he had asked Harry Askew for a recommendation but that he had received a letter from Harry saying that in the light of what happened on the last day of the '56 term he didn't feel he could provide the kind of letter that Haverson wanted. Graham just laughed it off, he always had the ability to shed problems like a duck sheds water from its back.
Johnny has the projector set up and the Jonah Jones school film is shown to the accomplishment of cheers, jeers and groans.
A gnome-like figure comes through the door. Dressed entirely in black, about five foot seven and completely bald. When he grins I remember him immediately, it's Albert Clayton, a late developer who was a math's whiz. Behind him comes someone I can't recognize at all. Albert introduces him, Melvyn "Moley" Morris another 1B entry. He tells us he's been married four times and has six children. (and you think you have problems!).
At Johnny Morris's request we move out to the garden. By now there must be somewhere between fifty and sixty of us. Paper sheets are distributed with the school song on them. Johnny gives the signal and the crowd breaks into song. This is the first time I've heard it sung in about forty one years and it's surprising the gusto that goes into the words. We sing all three (or is it four) verses, some sing the regular words and others, remembering, sing the "Cross and Crown is the best pub in the town" and the "Light you to your destination, Gidea Park or Romford Station" versions. We all laugh and, then for a brief instant, silence. I guess we're all kids again standing there in the Hall while Scruff glares down on us. The moment passes and conversations break out again.
Ian Davidson appears and I go over to speak with him. He still has that same smile but his hair is brushed these days and doesn't go flying around wildly when he speaks. Ian Skilton comes over for a word as does Gerry Spence. Fred Ranson, bigger than ever waves a pint glass about and Peter Ovall, good mannered as ever, smiles quietly as he listens to Fred.
I hear that Mick Coles should be coming but might be held up in Ireland where he lives. His son is a well known golfer and Johnny and Co. traced him that way. Alan Jaggers drops by and tells me that despite his woodworking skills he became a police photographer when he left RLS. Keith Brett, the light beige male nurse shoes giving away the fact that he's retired, tells me he married a RCH atendee who was at primary school with me. I remember her but didn't recall she was a Bubber's girl. Trevor Jones tells me he is planning a visit to the Florida Keys in the near future and I give him a card and tell him to call if he has a chance.
Time flies by and pretty soon by my watch, it's four o'clock. I have to be in London by 630pm so I start to make my goodbye's. Slowly I make the rounds and eventually find myself outside The Ship. I look back and I hear the laughing and the animated conversation. Then I turn and make my way back to the Gidea Park Hotel. The moment has passed and all those friends who I first met some fifty years ago must be put back into the drawer of the mind where they belong, to be taken out on a dull day when a smile is needed or a particular event remembered. Someone calls out from a car as it pulls out of the parking lot and an arm waves. I don't recognize the person inside.
Well, that's it then. The remarkable fifty-year reunion of the class of '51 is over for me. Later that evening as I lay awake listening to the traffic on Bayswater Road I think back over the events of this enjoyable afternoon and indeed, of those times fifty years ago when we were all young together. The little moles became warts and most of the flowing waves and curls had vanished. The taller ones had shrunk just a little and the little ones seemed even more frail. When looking at the photographs hands sought spectacles and apologies for failing sight were common. The laughter was the same though, bursting forth as an event was recalled and reminding everyone that despite the conditions that existed during those days, only six years after the end of the second world war, boys did know how to enjoy themselves and were able to forget that rationing, for example, had only just finished. What had we talked about during those four hours? Scruff, Daddy Schofield, the swimming pool, football and cricket games long forgotten. The school and house plays, the whack, going and coming on the train, the bus or by bicycle. So many faces, so many events, so little time to say everything one wanted to say. As I drift off to sleep I recall one remark made that afternoon which perhaps puts the afternoon neatly into a little box. Someone said, speaking of those days long ago, "It wasn't all that bad though, was it?" No, it wasn't. (Mike Merry)


OLD BOYS’ REUNION  (OFFICIAL) JULY, 2000

 

Sporadic rain in Gidea Park from lunchtime onwards effectively made a mockery of the cricket match, a fact which seemed to detract not one jot

from the hedonistic pleasures of meeting up with long-forgotten school chums, wallowing unashamedly in nostalgia and comparing notes with Old

Libertians who had been Libertians long before even I was born! The old school looks the same (pretty much!) as I stepped down off the

train...with one or two notable exceptions! Where to begin?  Well, perhaps at the gates!  Old traditions die VERY hard so the attempted triumphal entry, in Michael Large's Daimler (with the AMAZINGLY good petrol consumption!!!), down the main drive was thwarted by the hefty chain an padlock on the gate!  We forgot!  Entrance via the main drive was reserved for STAFF cars (and Ron Smith's bike!).

So it was a quick detour round to the Upper Brentwood Road/South Drive gate to discover that THIS entrance no longer exists!  That is to say the actual GATE is still there - again padlocked - but the entrance no longer gives onto a drive and gone are: the sixth form hut, the tennis court, Old Bob the horse's stable and the cycle sheds on both sides of the swimming bath! This is all to accommodate a new(ish) two storey building (I didn't

investigate to discover its purpose) on the Upper Brentwood Road side of the swimming bath.

The modern entrance is a few yards past South Drive - new double metal gates and a new drive which takes one straight past the end of the swimming bath and to the playground without that scenic curve past the tennis court. Inevitably it has reduced the grass area in front of the school which used to be Old Bob's grazing ground.

(Incidentally, I came across an OL of 1940s vintage who INSISTED that the horse was called Old Boxer (in his day!)!  Surely Old Bob wasn't a

replacement?  Or was he?  Old Bob was virtually retired in 1956 so I suppose it's entirely possible that the school could have had 10 years work out of him?  John Jennings - any views on this?)

The most immediate difference is in the paint scheme.  Royal blue doors and drainpipes instead of the dull red which I remember.  All the old circular depressions in the brick work near the playground door, caused by twisting old pennies into the bricks, are still very much in evidence!  (Why would we have wanted to do that?).

Then one looks towards the gym and finds the view blocked by another monstrosity of a modern two-storey building - a classroom block perhaps.  It stands squarely on the spot where that large tree (horse-chestnut?) grew out of the playground inside its circle of kerb stones.  That tree used to

represent a goal in our playground games of football!  No matter, because its partner at the edge of the playing field has also gone, along with all

the others which bordered George's sedate "walk to work".  This area (and a large chunk of what was variously called the 3rd XI pitch or the Practice Pitch is now under tarmac to compensate for the space taken up by "The Monstrosity".

The gym is no longer a gym but a Technology room.  We couldn't get in but could count four or five go-karts in various stages of construction.  The

woodwork shop is a Tech. Design room liberally decorated with computers and with an extension built onto the end of it.  The glider hangar has been dismantled and removed but its concrete base remains as do all the brick-built scout and groundsman's huts.  I spotted a couple of OLs popping behind for a quick fag, just for old times’ sake!

The swimming bath has new fencing with quite savage and business-like razor wire festooned around the top.  Not the three paltry strands that never kept US out whenever our tennis ball got kicked over.  This is the real McCoy with metal framework to keep it in place.  We couldn't spot the machine gun towers!

The kitchen buildings are exactly the same!  It looked like the same surfaces, cookers and culinary equipment too!  I would swear that the ice

cream fridge inside the double doors is the self-same one from which  I used to buy Mivvys!.

Inside the school the hall has changed very little except that the dais has gone and the stage apron is extended.  George's little lectern thingy is

still there and I had to suppress a chuckle recalling how George used to peer over the top of it (just) while the present Headmaster (Head

Teacher!!!) - all six feet seven of him - was knocking his knees against the top edge of it!  I think we know why the dais has been dispensed with!.  Up in the gallery the pipe organ has gone BUT those two gas mantles at the back of the hall, beneath the gallery are still there!  I forgot to check to see if they work!

The old library is now an additional staff room with computer and duplicating equipment installed.  The new library is an extension built on

the flat roof above the old staff-room and library, the full width of  the quad and accessed by a door from each of the two top side corridors.  Its

title now is Learning Resource Room.

Bert's coke heap is long gone and his boiler room was firmly locked but I gather the school is now oil fired.  An ugly brick oil tank container has

been built into the end of the shrubbery in front of the Hare Hall building - no doubt very convenient for deliveries but it does nothing for the view from the pavilion and playing field towards the Palladian portico! All the classrooms that I visited still have the original numbers on the doors (albeit painted over in blue) AND all the radiators that I remember from 1955!  There's obviously still nothing wrong with the heating system!

I remember corridor walls being bare.  They are now covered with displays. Franklin's art room is now a computer suite.  Below it the Geography room is full of cookers, freezers, fridges, washing machines and microwaves. Obviously a training area for potential second-hand domestic appliance salesmen as I really can't envisage COOKERY being taught at RLS! On the subject of cooking, the buffet was excellent and very plentiful.  The bar consisted of canned beer but no-one seemed to mind.

As for the school, its progress and probable survival I have to say that Mark Morrall, the latest head, impressed me immensely.  He was proud to be able to report that the school is now out of "special measures" – an achievement in itself as only 38% of schools achieve this - and he seems to

have a clear vision of what is required for success in the future, and the drive and enthusiasm to get things done.  His biggest problem would appear

to be attracting sufficient pupils.  These days the school has to "sell itself" in a way it would never have had to have done when it was a grammar

school.

However, we were both educated and entertained by two present day Libertians, probably aged 12 or 13, who answered questions from the floor

with an assurance and aplomb that I couldn't recall in boys of a similar age "in our day"!  One admitted to having been handpicked for the job - "Mr. Morrall made me!" - but if these two were typical there HAS to be hope that the school will flourish. Mark Morrall is very aware of - and respectful of - the school's history and tradition and would like to retain links with the past while pushing forward into 2000+.   Given that it can never be the same (unless William Hague was telling the truth (for once) AND gets elected) at least there is firm hope that the Royal Liberty will survive!

Finally members of RLSOldBoys@egroups were delighted to meet up with Stan Smith, Bill Broderick, Alan Woodhurst, Peter Benson and (I believe) Dim Jim Hardy.  Then we repaired to The Palms and most of us got pissed! (Mike Merry)


I spoke to Mr. Smith at the School on Saturday.  He was sporting his RLSOldBoys lapel badge proudly. While I was trembling in his presence (a grown man still in awe of a School Master!) he told me (in a soft, but firm, respect-inspiring tone that brought back memories of Room 1 all that time ago) that he was pleased and honoured to have been elected Honorary Life Member of our Group. "But ", he said with a smile, "I'm not about to buy a computer just for that!"

I assured him that Bill would keep him up to date with all relevant items. When I remarked that I was pleased to see him looking so well he replied

(with a grin) "So am I!". I reported that when I'm trying to help my daughter with her 'A' Level Maths homework I often suggest that we tackle a problem 'as Mr. Smith explained it to me'.

He said "I'm glad that you can remember it." Sharp as a pin. He sends his regards and best wishes to us all. (Mike Merry)


Here is my input on the Re-Union... I did wonder if I was going to get there with 5 RTA's on the M25 in about 12 miles! Yes I also tried the

locked main gates, found a distinguished-looking bearded gent sheltering under some trees… who was obviously an OB! It was Mike Partridge and we effected an entry from UBR. first time for 45 years... and still got the same impression.. I was surprised how little had changed… same door handles and details in many cases. I didn’t like the junky 60's blocks built on the playground... and the main building could do with some  maintenance… but we found the financial constraints explained later. I found this bunch of old chaps loitering in the main entrance... and then realised I was one myself!!.. Taken overall, I thing RLSOB's are quite a bunch of characters... genial and easy to talk to... even if years before or after one's own period. One amazing guy was Edward?..snappy light grey suit.. red shirt... and a badge saying 1922-27!! sharp as a knife and so cheerful!.. There is hope yet! And Mr. J.S.Smith… as I still think of him... what a great chap.. so genial and great memory and his usual wit. Quite humbling really. The first guy I met was Ken Cracknell, looking a bit like Moses. He was before my time but knew our family. He is Prof of Theology at Fort Worth Texas. Then it was fascinating to meet Andy, David, Adrian, Mike, etc who grace these pages and put faces to the names... and also the charming Mrs. Merry...her impression of Mike doing his computer typing was hilarious!!

Actually I thought the faces matched the styles pretty much! And was glad I had not committed to the later drinking session… which was obviously going to be a bit out of my class!... and I had a big mountain-biking event on the Sunday!.. I found that the OB's are quite polarised… computer and non-computer. There was an older set…20's/30's/40's… who obviously had some other means of contact (via  Ken)... and then the internet mob.. Not many from my year as it is between the two groups. However, it was nice to see Terry Turner and Mick Eastman... neither changed at all! There was one guy from my class, Oxenham… who remembered quite a lot about me... worrying isn’t it!...but I can just remember his name. I asked why he didn’t join us… he said... "computers, mmmm... well I know what they look like!".... ho hum! I thought the school rooms looked pretty good... the lads gave a good impression, helpful... and volunteers for a Saturday.

I have to say, that from my abortive attempt to contact RLS in the A.L. Thomas era, I was quite prepared to be unimpressed... but this was

NOT the case. I came away very encouraged… and especially appreciating the way schools must market themselves these days. I thought Mark

Morrall gave a fascinating glimpse into how things need to be run now… and the discipline methods... more psychological than physical as it was

in my time. He struck me as being a very capable professional in a tricky job and keeping his sense of humour too!  It certainly encourages

me to renew my offer of a bursary to some pupils as I did before... am sure I will get a response this time! You can, of course, say hard things about OFSTED, but at least it helped to weed out the previous disastrous regime at RLS. MM now has to overcome the effects of its legacy. The buffet and bar were excellent... jolly sight better than the cricket teas we used to get! Altogether a good occasion, and thanks to all who

organised things, badges, etc.. I don’t know what anyone else thought but I think Ken Catton has a wonderful comic style... like George Burns...

very droll, deadpan, lovely timing.. I don’t know if he meant to... but he had me in stitches!  It was mostly jolly, I just got a little bit

maudlin when I walked out under my brolly round the cricket square.. and the nostalgia got to me a bit.... but then I went back and had a beer!

Very glad I went. (Colin Calvert)


I had intended to allow DGM a moment's access to the Pr*f*cts Room but sadly, it is no more; being used now as an office.  We did, however visit

the Headmaster's Study leaving poor Mark somewhat glad that he didn't have to cope with the last day of term pranks graphically recounted to him by (well, you can guess).

The only slight dampener on the Headmaster's presentation and Q & A session with the boys, was the realisation (prompted by Stan Smith) that such examples of excellence would be sharing classes with boys that could neither read nor write and the inevitable restriction that would have on the collective development of the school. It will be interesting to monitor progress in four or five year’s time when the benefit of the Headmaster's influence will have seen through a complete intake from the beginning. To those who missed the occasion, I can urge you to attend a future event if at all possible.  The day was great fun. (M.P. Large)


I enjoyed the reunion immensely. I also talked to Stan Smith for some time. As was already mentioned, he is still v. sharp. Whilst we were talking he calculated how many pupils he had taught at the RLS. Also mentioned that his brother was responsible for the s/w which was first used to calculate VAT (apparently 5 % at the time?) That caused an interruption in the discussion.  He said that he had continued to be associated with the school for many years after leaving, e.g. exam supervision, and that he has a collection of yearbooks etc covering a very long period. He was also very knowledgeable about the development of the school building in the earlier years. In fact, he has a vast unique knowledge in his head about many aspects of RLS. Presumably Adrian will interview him sometime in this regard?

Looking in the classrooms, I found the desks (tables) very tacky...except in the physics/chem. labs.where they appeared to have retained some of the original furniture. I made several new contacts from my intake year....hope they follow up re. joining the RLSOldboys list. (Terry Turner)


This tale begins back at the Reunion of July 1996. I found myself standing alongside another Old Boy who appeared even older and more

frail than myself. Peering sideways at his lapel badge I discovered that he was Harry Fensom who left the School in the mid-30's. Sensing that he might have an interesting story to tell, I asked him if he was involved in any of HM Forces during the war. He said, well no, the work he was engaged on was regarded as far too valuable for him to be released; it transpired that he had been one of the early recruits to

Bletchley Park. We had a very interesting talk about his work there and on what a significant contribution the code-breaking activities had had

on the conduct of the war. Harry was particularly sore about how afterwards Churchill had ordered the complete destruction of the

Colossus and Bombe code-breaking machines together with all design drawings and records. At the time I met him he was helping with a number

of other volunteers to reconstruct the Colossus computer, and also to simulate its workings on a PC.

In the time between the last Reunion and the present one, there has been quite an increase in public awareness of the pioneering work at Station

X, as Bletchley Park is sometimes called, including a Channel 4 series, and of course references to it in our own e-mail group.

Yesterday I paid a visit to Bletchley Park myself for the first time, and during the course of a most enjoyable day found two references to

Harry Fensom: in one exhibit there was a portrait of him as a young man and his description was quoted of what it was actually like working

there during the war years; in the other he was pictured at a reunion which took place there during the 1980's.

I intend to drop Ken Catton a line and ask Harry Fensom's whereabouts as I think quite a few of us would be interested to know more about his

achievements.  Of course, I had previously been to the 1996 School reunion, and also to a couple of gatherings elsewhere which had been arranged for our own school intake year - so the shock of seeing immense changes to faces and places was somewhat reduced for me on this occasion. I first encountered the new Headmaster in his study, he seemed bemused by all our comments, life is nowadays so different, but as became evident during his talk to the assembly he seems to have the right mix of firmness and humour to make progress with the coming generation. I was interested to meet a number of OB's who had lived all their lives in and around Romford - pros and cons of gathering moss, I suppose. One OB, Ian Moore got talking to me about a book he had written, a History of Oldchurch Workhouse but I expect Alan knows about this already. (John Jennings)


A Walk Around the School in 2000: They've moved the gate in Upper Brentwood Road. Perhaps I should say "Gates" because the two that I remember have been closed and another opened up. It's an uninteresting gate. It leads straight to the playground passing only a new, brick building and the swimming pool with its now, concentration camp appearance. In the old days the sixth form hut, the bird sanctuary, the tennis court and Old Bob's stable (plus the bike sheds) made a far more interesting walk. That was 44 years ago, the last time I entered these grounds. Things have

changed.

Today I roll through the new double gates in a taxi, my wife at my side and pull into the playground with the entry doors on the right hand side. The huge beech tree that used to be located there is gone, as have the outdoor bogs and the square is filled with shiny automobiles and grey hair.

I exit the taxi and immediately see Stan Smith. He looks a little more frail these days, which I guess is only to be expected at 90+. I approach and introduce myself and my wife. Stan, his usual charming self puts his hand on my shoulder and address my wife. "We have great hopes for this young man" he says, smiling. Ah! If only I was a young man Stan's words might be true! It breaks the ice though and my wife smiles at Sam, relaxed at last after being told for years the horror stories of what it was like to attend an all boys school. 

I speak with Llewelyn, the once-sergeant of the Cadet Corps who I was convinced would have gone on to Sandhurst and become a Field Marshall

or something. No luck. He tells me he became a geologist.

Bill, Stan's son in law appears at last. I recognise him immediately. The smile makes one feel at home immediately. We chat for a little

and then move on. I see John Loder who lived very close to me in Chadwell Heath. I've not seen John in 50 years but recognise him

immediately and we stop to talk. I was in school with his sister who I learn is well and living in Ingatestone.

It's time to go inside now. I walk through those double doors and past the notice board. Throngs of men, mostly grey, talking together

and laughing. I take my wife towards the right hand staircase and point out the room where I remember Tug Wilson teaching. Then up the

stairs and past Ernie Pillings territory, along past the Buffalo's room 9 and to room 12 where I first had my form room. On the way I

pass Adrian doing an important interview. It must be important because he mentions he is very busy.

Undaunted I continue around the top floor, running into J Alan for a few minutes and then finishing up at Scruff's office. Down the spiral

staircase where I run into some more Old Boys wandering around. We exit through the Hare Hall doors and take a look at the cricket still

being played. The grounds look as good as they ever did, green and lush.

We make our way around to the main doors again and into the hall where I meet Graham and Andy for the first time and then glimpse a

chance of the sleek black locks of David, slinking out to smoke! Terry Turner is around as is Colin and David S. One by one our group are introduced. How interesting after all these months to finally put faces to the postings. I meet up with Barry K who returns my dollars I had given him for the "Blue Books" and then with Mervyn Wright, a contemporary, and we make out way to the small dining room for a snack. I run into Don Heath, still as strange as ever but now bent over and with a long beard. He chats about bell ringing to me. I send my wife back to the hotel in a taxi and we go into the Hall to listen to Ken Catton's state of the RLS speach. We hear about a walk he took past the old Playing Fields on the Eastern Avenue. It's a tired story and it seems that not enough has been done to every revive an Old Boys club. The grounds are still there he tell us but, nothing can be done. I wonder about this. In every community there are influential individuals that can get things done, and for all of Ken's good will, he does not seem to understand or be interested in the politics of influence or perhaps I just don't know the whole story. He passes the mike over to the new Head, Morrell. Obviously PR trained, MM knows just how to approach this group. He appeals to the memories of those present and backs it up with two youngsters who could be any of us 40/50 years ago. We listen in silence punctuated by laughter, Morrell is very good at drawing out a laugh, even if it is at his own expense. He's a skilled orator and knows how to work the crowd. He eventually comes to the punch line, which is to ask for alms. Many of us will answer this call, it won't change the school in a hurry but it might just help as things go on.

Catton takes over again. Dry as a stick. He mentioned the Group but brushes it's importance aside by saying he knows nothing about computers. He could have done better than that, for all of his dedication to the school. I begin to understand just why things may have come unravelled. Perhaps it was because those with the opportunity to do something just couldn't keep up with modern ways. It gets rather sombre there in the hall. Gus on the right, Scruff on the left and the gas mantles (as another distinguished group member mentioned) still poking out from the wall. The stained glass window is as magnificent as ever and I wait for the school song to be sung. In vane I'm afraid. (or should I say in fane?) I grab a ride with John Phillips and we get back to the Palms. We find the Havering Room which Michael has so strongly fought for and we sit down to savour our first drinks. The characters shine through and one can only laugh out loud at some of the stories from those present.  John and Dave B are the youngest but both contribute with stories of a newer RLS. David S brings out some outrageous stories and David M. tempts Adrian with some scandal. Michael L. Graham and Andy chat up the waitress and it comes about that Michael spent some time in a tree-house......well anyway!. Vince tells a few tales and add's to others. We enjoy the wine, beer and then Michael and Andy bring on the Single Malt's. Time passes, Adrian has to be in bed and Vince gives him a ride home and returns. Soon it's past midnight. I for one know that I am going to get it in the neck (and I do!) but we chat a while longer. Then it's time for me to get moving. I have to be up early and on to London to finish the vacation in the morning. I

take my leave after being told I was not required to contribute, something which makes me feel I'm amongst friends!I make my weary way back to my room and close my ears to the barrage. It doesn't matter really. I've had my fun. It was something I had been looking forward to for a long time and I wasn't in the least bit disappointed believe it or not! (Mike Merry)


I enjoyed the first reunion immensely.  I had not been inside the school (except for a few minutes during a summer fair) since 1973.  All of you who

returned for the first time since your days at the RLS echoed my feelings exactly.  Mainly, very little had changed, a lot of original features were

still there (room numbers, for example) but newer chemistry and physics lab benches, and room 23 (geography) now a training ground for McDonalds.  I enjoyed being able to talk to people nearly twice my age about the RLS as it was when they were there.

I was fortunate enough to meet several of my old classmates that year, and many good tales were told.  The beer flowed, and the buffet was excellent.  We were among the youngest there.  Most of the others were pre-1960 models.  We had a talk from Lance Thomas who seemed OK - certainly had me fooled!

The second reunion saw a great dwindling in numbers.  No new faces, just fewer attendees from all years.  The talk was from the newly-installed Mark Morral who had apparently been instrumental in rescuing a school in Hackney.  We liked him.  He seemed to know where he was going.  Afterwards, he quizzed us at some length about the school in the Coles years, and said how he would like to forge stronger links with the OB's.

So - this year's effort. By now, of course, I have ceased to marvel at the way most of the school is unchanged.  This year, the only person I knew was Steve Attridge.  Some of you met him at Palms.  I still think that Mark Morral knows where he is taking the school, and certainly knows how to put on a good show.  Apart from the assembly, and meeting John Bowling (I leave Stan and Bill out because I see them a few times throughout the year) I found the reunion very disappointing, as no b*gg*r I knew turned up!

What absolutely saved the day for me was the after-event at Palms.  To be able to meet some of you, and put faces to cyber-names was good, but to hear some of the stories was even better!   I have a few announcements to make- I would like to thank Andy and Michael for their part in organising the event.  If I should be thanking anybody else, my apologies - I didn't know you were involved.  I was dreading the evening in case it was a total disaster, having suggested the venue in the first place.  I needn't have worried.  The venue was unimportant - the people made it what it was.  Thanks also to DGM for organising the badges.

Now that I've met him, I'm not so sure that I can believe everything Mike Merry says.  I don't know if you others feel the same, but I have a suspicion that he might embellish a tale or two sometimes.

DGM had me completely fooled.  I'm hopeless at facial recognition at the best of times, but the photo in the library had me expecting someone completely different. (By the way, you seem to be wearing the rosette.  Did the horse enter you in the veteran owner's class?  It looks as though you won first prize).

Andy looked pretty much like I expected him to.  His photo was more accurate.  had not seen a photo of MM, but I had a very strong idea of what he would look like.  I was wrong.  I should look that good when I'm his age, already!

The perpetrator of a rather entertaining prank involving letters and a fax has now taught me the true meaning of 'Eat, drink and be Merry, for tomorrow we die!'

Hopefully Andy got home OK.  Did you get fixed up in Romford, or did you follow the slogan 'The car on the AA truck in front is a Toyota'?

Thanks to those who stayed on in the bar at Palms.  Without you I would not have felt safe being accosted by that drunken Essex girl.

Now you have all met me, you will know why I never banged my head on that low beam in the VIB flat, as some of you were asking a few months ago. To finish on a more serious note, my above comments on the reunion reflect what we have seen as far as list membership goes.  Very few at any of the reunions have been younger than myself.  Very few on this list are younger than myself.  I really don't think that they have the inclination, or the sense of history that binds us together.  Let's face it, the younger they are, the more likely they are to be computer literate, with email addresses and websites coming out of their ears - so where are they?  It is a pity that this list did not exist in 1976 when I met all of my old acquaintances.  Never mind, I'll keep searching, and see who I can turn up. Oh - for those who were asking, Steve remembers that two of the items in the museum were a bag of flour (from Canada, possibly) and an incendiary bomb. I think I have waffled far longer than I usually do, so I'll shut up now until the next reunion - or one of your computers dies.(Vince Leatt)


Going around the School on 8th July it was apparent that most classrooms were equipped with awful cheaply produced chipboard/melomine tables.

What happened to the splendid traditional oak desks with their superb carvings? It appears that some terrible act of sacrilege must have been carried out at some time in the recent past. I'm sure that the old desks cannot have worn out? Rather someone with no sense of history must have succumbed to the glib talk of some MFI salesman. Reminiscing further on the old desks, they had holes for inkwells. In the good old days (pre-biro) these had to be topped up; normally this was efficiently carried out (Bert again?) but occasionally saboteurs got to an inkwell with a secret ingredient which was presumably lifted from the chemmie-labs and caused the ink to effervesce and become completely useless (bet Epson would like to know what it was! - or perhaps they do)- .(John C. Jennings)


A number of rooms were "re-fitted" during 1955-62.  I remember particularly Room 3 having quite smart, up-to-date, but wooden, replacement desks. The splendid traditional oak desks did not go to waste. The went across to the woodwork shop and kept Tiddles supplied with good

quality oak for some time to come! Talented people (like Mick Pidgeon - mentioned in the archives for this very thing - turned them into excellent pieces of furniture and/or passed exams with them! (DGM)


OLD BOYS’ CRICKET CLUB

 

The following appears unaltered in both the Alumni & Year Book 1960-61 and the Year Book 1965-66: "The Liberty Casuals Cricket Club "Membership is open to all members of the Parents' Association, the School Teaching Staff and a limited number of Old Boys of the School. Secretary: M J French Esq. 29 Priors Park, Hornchurch (Horn. 43864)"

I have always thought that this was less than welcoming to Old Boys. Did anyone have any experience of this Club, and the reasons behind the wording of its entry? (John Hawkins)


Most Old Boys sufficiently interested in cricket would have been 1st or 2nd XI players and, therefore, far too good for the Liberty Casuals. Membership had to be restricted to give the staff a chance of selection! (David Maltby)


Now M J French was the father of Peter French (RLS 1964-1969). Given his association with the Liberty Casuals I assume that he must have been an Old Boy himself (1940s?). Mrs French was the School Secretary whilst I was there. In addition he assisted in running the Army Section of the CCF as a Lieutenant (from '68/9 I guess as he was not part of it when I joined). Peter joined the Army on leaving and trained as a cartographer at Chepstow. I had not realised the depth of the French family RLS connection. Peter was a good mate and great laugh at school (we tended to be bottom of most things together) but I lost touch after he had been in the Army for a couple of years. Is anyone still in touch with the French's? (Robin Hackshall)


The Liberty Casuals Cricket Club was very active in the 60's and there is nothing suspicious about the wording in the Year Book or about its membership. Micky French, the Secretary was an O.L. as was the other leading light at that time, Dennis Green. Its aim was to offer cricket to parents of boys at the school as well as staff, and Roy Marshall; father of Peter; was also a keen member of the Casuals. I would say that over half the membership were old boys. It played a more relaxed brand of cricket and did not have as strong a fixture list as the Old Boys' teams. I played two or three times for the Casuals, although I normally played for the O Ls. Denis asked me for some reason, presumably because they were short. Staff did not feature much in those days, if you were a serious club cricketer you tended to play for the OLs, e.g.. Jim Heaton. The only staff I think played for the Casuals then was Jim Jones. When I moved out of the area in 1965, Denis told me that the new Head, John Coles was keen on the club. There was no animosity about old boys joining the club, but they were separate from OLs, and you played for one or the other. (Bill Groves)