Newsletter No. 43 March 2005

        for former pupils of Wallasey School, Henry Meoles and Oxley Schools and WGS

      Editor & Chairman: Tony Simpson,   Secretary: Vic Green   <>,

      Deputy Chairman and Webmaster: Bob Bryans    <>



        A  booking form is available on the Events pages


    Dear Old Wallaseyan,

    I deeply regret having to record the death of our oldest OW, Mr Sydney V Nicholson at Brighton on the 7th February 2005.  I shall miss his quiet, gentle humour.  He was in his one hundred and first year.  Shortly after his one-hundredth birthday last year he entertained Vic Green and myself to tea at his home in Saltdean.  He had prepared everything himself, and I found the occasion deeply moving.

    You should receive the Newsletters either by email or surface mail , but not both,  If you do not require the newsletters by surface mail, please tell Bob Bryans.  Finally, my thanks go to Bob Bryans for  being the OWW Webmaster.  There is no doubt that the OWW website is the instrument which is reconnecting us with Old Wallaseyans Worldwide!   

       Best wishes                     Tony Simpson


    Wallasey School News Issue 39

    On 1st July Mr Pope officially retired as Head of Wallasey School.  He has much to be proud of in his time at Wallasey.  Each and everyone of us connected with the school during this time, has things to thank him for.  In a way, this says it all.  We thank him and wish him well.   G. Dunn, Chair of Governors

    We will miss Sue Edwards, the Head's PA and Administration Manager.  She is going to work for the Leverhulme Trust from February 2005.

    Mr Philip Duffy has been appointed Head-teacher at Wallasey School.


    Members' News

    Colin Armstrong 52-59 <>

    The WGS Bacchanalian Society held their seventh reunion on 8th October 2004 which was the first to be organized electronically thanks to the efforts of David Fisher, ably supported  by John Blease.

    The proceedings began with a Golf House Match fittingly held at Wallasey Golf Club, theHomeof Stableford where Graham Brown and David Pennington acted as hosts. The course was in perfect condition as might be expected of an Open qualifying course for 2006 and the sun shone throughout the day.

    The best score was by Alan Timewell with 38 points but regrettably he was ineligible for a prize as he had forgotten which house he had belonged to and he was not attending the evening function. David Pennington was the Men's winner with 37 points. David put in an impeccable performance as he had done those many years ago when playing Titania, Queen of the Fairies in Kate Silvey's IVth  Form Play, "A Midsummer's Night Dream".

    Gill Armstrong was the Ladies' champion with 36 points with David Cottee returning the same score, taking the Visitors' Trophy. David Kean was the outright winner of the D'Arcy Nesbitt Special Prize for hitting the wrong ball twice on the same hole.  Using the Bill Wise formula, which is far too complicated to explain, Colin Armstrong and David Fisher declared themselves winners of the Vipan House Trophy on behalf of New Brighton House. Graham Brown, Eric Beck, Mary Fisher, David Hill and Carolyn Pennington also took part but acquitted themselves better in the bar than on the course.

    Fifty-five members attended the reunion dinner in the evening at the Old Wallaseyans' Club including the President of the Society, Jim Nuttall RM (Rtd) who had come all the way from New Zealand. His wife Dawn was pleased to accept the Alderman Dingle Travel Award on his behalf as Jim was no longer able to stand. It was a pleasure to see the "Othick Girls" again, Christine and Ruth, who, as always, were closely attended by Bill Norminton and Bill Staniford. New members, Norman Cannon, Geoff Holmes, Graham Powell and Brian Shillinglaw were inducted to the Society by MC Colin Armstrong with the traditional knotted handkerchief.

    Two very amusing letters were read out from Bill Wise who unfortunately was unable to attend. Amongst other things Bill provided a vivid description of Maurice Eggleshaw testing to destruction a newly acquired bamboo pole-vault pole. Bill sent his regards to everybody and would like people to know that he is still in good health and playing golf.

    It should be remembered that this was the first occasion that the Bacchanalian Society had been allowed to set foot in the Old Wallaseyans' Club. It was appropriate therefore that Chairman of House, Will Chipchase introduced himself at the beginning of the evening and said that the Society were always welcome at the Club and hoped that more reunions would be held there – that was before David Fisher was yellow-carded for conduct unbecoming of a Moderator. David still doesn't know what all the fuss was about – it was an old carpet anyway!

    On a serious note, the Old Wallaseyans' Club, their caterers and bar staff are to be thanked for enabling the members of the Bacchanalian Society to enjoy a wonderful evening of nostalgia. Hopefully it will not be the last reunion but the Moderators are desperately seeking volunteers to take over from them. A Council for Education in World Citizenship (CEWC) Award awaits the successful applicants.

    Colin has very kindly submitted a copy of the entrance exam which prospective new members of the Bacchanalian Society must pass to qualify for admission. It may be viewed by pressing the adjacent hyperlink .        


    Brian Blacoe   43-49  

    Having accepted the invitation to the October Old Wallaseyans' Dinner, I now find that I will be unable to attend, as I will be away.  I am really disappointed as I was looking forward to seeing Roy Swinbank again, and Brian Clay, Keith Howard, Frank Carlisle etc.  Please give them my apologies and best wishes. 


    Graham Boston                 President OWC

    Thank you so much for inviting Jan and I to last week's Annual Dinner of the Old Wallaseyans Worldwide.  We both thoroughly enjoyed the whole evening, the food was first class and the company most enjoyable.  Would you please pass on our thanks to Bob Bryans for his excellent part in the proceedings.  Again many thanks and I look forward to our next meeting.


    Frank Brownlow 46-53  

    I have just discovered your website - what a wonderful thing!  Living here in America, being a professor of English, I've lost touch with Wallasey and things Wallaseyan, and assumed that with the demise of the school as we knew it, everything else would have gone with it, the OW club & dinner, the club house in Grove Road - whose opening I remember so well [the Club had a Golden Jubilee Celebration on the 18th December 2004! - Ed.] -also the wonderful evening when I gave a party there for my 21st birthday.  And now there you all are - conjuring up the past with names of power - Eggleshaw, Cannon, Danson.  My personal hero - until he left - was Doc Atkins, and the bitterest disappointment of my school life was the morning of the first day of autumn term in UVA when he was supposed to march in as our form-master, and instead we got Soapy Williams.  For an hour or so I kept thinking there must have been some unfortunate accident- perhaps Doc's Morris 8 had broken down on the way from Puddington  - but then the horrible, tragic truth dawned: Doc had the year off form-mastering.  That was his last year, too.  Michael Riddle replaced him, a nice man, but not in Doc's class as an English teacher.  A rather odd duck too: he once came up to me, pumping out fumes from that pipe of his, and said, "Brownlow: a word in your shell-like ear."

     Does anyone know what happened to Peter Cochrane [address supplied - Ed.] and Albert Yates?  And does anyone know of the whereabouts of the recordings of the choir that Charlie Cannon had made?

     I just came upon Edward Godfrey's ('59-'66) reminiscences of Michael Riddle.  I was in the 1st year of the remove when Riddle arrived as senior English master in succession to the great Dr. S H Atkins, a superb teacher whose departure was a severe blow.  (Why on earth that fathead Allan didn't just promote H G ("Sarky Joe") Taylor beats me.  Taylor was very, very good, but his degree was from Liverpool, which probably condemned him to lifelong peonage in Allan's eyes - Allan was a raging snob).  Anyway, Riddle came to teach English, not classics.    S F Moscrop (a very strange man) and Cuthbert Danson (for some reason the junior master, but far, far superior to Moscrop) were still active in that field.

       In those days, Danson used to look after the Catholics during prayers.  Riddle was Catholic, too, but the nature of Riddle's Catholicism was a mystery.  We didn't know if he was a real Catholic or a very high Anglican.  His general approach suggested the latter.  He was recently married, and the rumour among us was that he'd been some sort of monk.  I remember passing this on to my father, who said rather indigently, "You mean he's a spoiled priest?" an expression I never heard before or since.  Whether Riddle had been a monk or not I do not know, but there was something odd about him.  Teaching English certainly didn't come naturally; he seemed at a loss at first.  One day he caused us acute embarrassment by telling us with some passion that the sexual feelings that lead to marriage don't last - we assumed he was talking about himself.  He also became tremendously indignant when Donne's poems were set for the Advanced Level in English; he said they were indecent, and quite unsuitable for schoolboys - in which he was probably right.

    One of the duties of the senior English master was putting on the school play.  Doc Atkins had been very good at this, choosing exactly the kind of middlebrow play that would go down well with parents and that boys could manage: eg, The Duke in Darkness, The Admirable Crichton (in which I played Tweeny, the between-maid) , and Badgers Green.   Poor Riddle's first choice was Dekker's The Shoemaker's Holiday.  He hadn't a clue about production, and the running time was about 4 hours.    And it didn't help matters that he cast as Mr and Mrs Shoemaker the school's one notorious pair of fairies.  The next year he chose an eccentric play called Hail Nero by Mary Stocks, the birth control advocate and later Labour life peer - an odd choice for a keen Catholic.  The play's thesis was that Nero was a misunderstood town-planner.  I played Petronius Arbiter, and got into terrible trouble with Fred Allan as a result.  He came to the dress rehearsal, and had a fit when he heard some of the lines, especially some of mine, something like, "Well, you know what [Nero] does at night, don't you?  He wanders the streets, picking up little girls."  Allan said that had to be cut - well, you can't cut lines that late: I ended up saying the lines twice on opening night! To complete my popularity with Allan, Arthur Prust, a very amusing , nice French master, wrote in his review for the school magazine that "F W Brownlow was the obvious choice for the elegant, languid, decadent dilettante, Petronius Arbiter."  "What are you trying to do to me?" I asked him.

      I got on with Riddle well enough, but I can't say he ever taught me anything, and he was hopeless as a coach for the Cambridge scholarship exams.  He just didn't know much.  My one great stroke of luck in those final years was having a student teacher from Cambridge spend a term with us - he was up on all the latest in literary criticism, and his classed were real eye-openers.  Riddle must have improved though, because in subsequent years the school sent a number of boys to Oxford in English.  The Oxford approach would have been a great more congenial to Riddle than Cambridge's.

    Frank Brownlow

    Thanks so much for the sad news about John Heaney; that's two of our group of prefects who have moved on.  I phoned Peter Cochrane, but he was out, so I left a message on his answering-machine as a voice from the past.  I must try him again.

    Looking at the photographs of the dinner, I see there a number of very smart, new-looking Old Boys' ties.  Mine wore out long years ago: are these merely extraordinarily well preserved or are Old Boys' ties still available? [The Secretary still has a few - Ed]

    I had a very nice long letter of reminiscences from Don Malcolmson, after my time, but he remembers Michael Riddle well.

    Your tape [WGS 1956, The School Assembly - Ed] arrived safely.  The BBC 's programme is rather flat-footed, but it's fascinating to hear the voices, Allan's of course, but especially Maurice Eggleshaw's.  And it's nice to hear Charlie Cannon teaching away.  I do hope someone comes through with word of at least one of those old recordings of the choir.


    Rev Dr John M Chesworth   55-62

    This is an update to a letter that I sent in for the 39th   Old Wallaseyan's newsletter.  That article was written from Southern Tibet; this one from my new duty station which is altogether more exotic - southern Tranmere.    I have swapped my life as an expert in livestock and pastures for one in pastoral work. 

         I returned to the UK to live full-time in Wallasey in July 2003 and was licensed as an assistant priest to the Rural Dean of Wallasey who happened to be the priest in charge of St Mary's, Liscard  (next to the Withen's Lane site of WGS).  My main responsibilities were actually to work at St James', New Brighton which was then in an interregnum although I was closely involved in another development which was the closure of St John's Church, Egremont and the linking of St John's Parish with that of St Mary's to form a new 'super-parish', the Parish of the Resurrection with its base at St Mary's Church.  The priest in charge of  St Mary's became the vicar of the new parish.  Since September 2004  I have been vicar of the parish of St Paul with St Luke , Tranmere.  It's an interesting parish with some rather acute problems.  A previous edition of the Old Wallaseyans letter referred to the state of shipbuilding in Birkenhead and to the fate of Cammel Lairds.  Most of the shipyards actually lie in my parish and it does seem that things have not greatly improved.  We have very little shipbuilding and there's even less sign of a snowdrome.  As one might expect the parish has a large number of pubs and I haven't counted them all much less drunk in them.   Not all is doom and gloom - it almost seems as if the area has 'bottomed out ' and there's a new sense of confidence in the air.  We still have some very nice parks and there are even plans to refurbish places like Rock Ferry Esplanade.


     Brian Clay  42-50  

    Started out with a trip to South Africa.  Discovered that our guide was an Oldershaw Old Boy who now lives in Durban!  In July we celebrated our Golden Wedding Anniversary with a party at Hollins Hey, New Brighton – a great time was had by all!


    Dr Norman B Dean 36-46        <>

      My old school friend (and my Best Man) Harold Murphy, whom I had not seen for several years, called on me just before Xmas and brought with him some of the recent OW Newsletters.  I found them fascinating, and to my surprise the 41st issue contained an appeal for news of members of the WGS 6th Form of 45-46, listing of course NB Dean!  I don't know how many of those have replied to you, but I would be very pleased to hear from any of them, especially Arthur Grady, Dennis Hall, Eric Jowett or Frank Seymour.  I still have quite a good recollection of my days at WGS (1936-46), and when I first went (to the Junior School in Penkett Road), there were several teachers, Messrs Baldwin, Bradshaw, Atchley, Spear, Kynaston, PA Allen, and  Misses Silvey and Buyers, who had been at the school when my father was there, roughly between 1913 and 1920.  Since leaving school, I went on to Liverpool University, taking a BSc and PhD in chemistry before a career in HM Patent Office, retiring in 1984.  My wife and I took up geology as a hobby and we have travelled a lot since then, including Hawaii, Java, Alaska and Kamchatka.  We are now planning a permanent move to our second home in North Wales later this year, so will notify you when we change our address.


    Mrs Mary Edwards 

    Thank you for sending me the Old Wallaseyan Newsletter – I do appreciate it and still find it interesting.  (Cheque for anything useful).


    Capt. Ian Finley   55-61  

    Spotted your announcement in today's "Telegraph" and it certainly brought back fond memories.  I was at school '55 through '61 and also in the 2nd Wallasey Sea Scouts, which perhaps influenced my joining Alfred Holts on leaving school.  It is good to see a couple of Blue Funnel ships in your "memories" section.  I was sixty  last month and Peter Wakely [] who left school in '60 (recently retired from Quatar) came to visit us in the Lune Valley.  I shall tell him about the Old Boys web site and see whom else we can track down.

    As for the Old Wallaseyans Dinner regrettably while I shall be in London throughout that week I shall be tied up at a UN Conference with a closing dinner on the 15th , which I am obliged to attend. However I spend about 100 days a year in London so do let me know what other functions /meetings are ongoing.  Yes, I remember Foster Berry he beat me on the line in the junior half-mile!  Pete also reckons he was in the maiden four with us?  (Bob Bryans writes: I used to row in the same crew as Ian on the West Float.)


    Ian Gilmour   52-59   <>  

    Edinburgh University 1959-63; Principal Teacher of History, Annan Academy 1968-2000 (retired 2000)

    Rediscovered interest in birding.


    Ian Glass   <> 

    My father was a pupil at WGS in the 30s, and joined the TA with several colleagues from the school.  At the outbreak of war they were part of the Third Cheshire Field Squadron.  He was captured, along with his companions, in Greece and spent four years as a POW in Austria.

    Since his death I've found numerous references and photographs relating to his time as a POW, and I'm trying to trace anyone who may have joined up with him.  I think one of the names may be 'Guttery.

    He was very proud of being at WGS, and I recently found the school badge, carefully preserved.  Any information would be gratefully received, and I've attached a little report he did on his wartime experiences. [ At Easter, 1935, Glass AG was in Remove B.  We have photos of almost all of those in the Services in WW2 - Ed.]


    Edward Godfrey   59-66   <>

    I enjoyed reading Harry Milburn's reminiscences in the OW Christmas Postbag.  School Honours - the name you looking at was

    Harold William Tilman.  The Wurg mentions him on page170 of   "The History of Wallasey Grammar School" as an M.C. winner in the first world war and in a later footnote which I have slightly shortened:  "Harold William Tilman, at school 1906 - 1909, Explorer, mountaineer and author, leader of several Himalayan expeditions…leader of the Everest Expedition of 1938.  Commissioned and served with R.A in both world wars, including partisan warfare in Italy.  Awarded D.S.O."

    I have just done a Google search on "Harry William Tilman".  It was quite informative - a film biography has recently been made - "Ice With Everything".  Try 

    Although he had K2 mountaineering experience he never reached the top - this was achieved for the first time by the Italians in 1954.  He and Noel Odell were the first at the summit of Nanda Devi in 1936. He was also a keen yachtsman and was lost at sea somewhere between Rio and the Falkland Islands in 1978.  I believe his boat disappeared without trace.  I do not pretend to be an expert on Tilman - he was a very distinguished OW.  Maybe I am wrong but I feel that most living OWs are probably unaware of his name and achievements.   Just top round off this epistle I might modestly mention that I was awarded the Old Wallaseyans Prize for Geography in my final year at school.   The book I chose was "The Mountaineers Companion" - an anthology of mountaineering exploits, including several written by Tilman himself.   I mentioned this in my letter of thanks to the OW s Committee.

    Maybe future postbags should contain a biography of a distinguished OW.


    Nigel Gourley                    <>

    I have been researching my family tree and am trying to get information about the Gourley boys (Harold, Clifford, Frank, Norman and Rupert) that attended WGS from around 1890 to 1920.  One of them, Clifford Gourley was Head Boy around 1910 - 1913 I think. (His name does not appear in the list of Head Boys from 1877 to 1969 given in "The History of Wallasey Grammar School " by Maurice Eggleshaw - Ed.) How can I research this?   Would there still be photographs from this time in the school magazines? (WGS Archives are kept at the Old Wallaseyans' Club at 142 Grove Road, Wallasey   CH45 0JF - Ed.)


    Geoffrey Holmes    49-54         <>

    Looking through the missing O.W.s   I came across the name Robin Highet.  By coincidence we brought our flat   from the executors of Robin's Mother's estate. although I did not then meet Robin as I was in Saudi Arabia.  My Wife, Jan. dealt with him during the sale.  Robin lived here with his Mother but her will forced the sale.

    Robin is still in Wallasey - my wife saw him last week walking along the Prom. 

    By coincidence, we had, at first been pipped to the post by another O.W. Ian and Jacqui Semple - both, sadly, no longer with us.  However, they withdrew and so we ended up here!                                                                                                                      


    Brian G Stan Jones 34-42            

    Once again the Newsletter brings news of long forgotten names and faces; e.g. Harry Milburn (I have a photograph of him in a boat during summer camp of the 2nd Wallasey Scouts in the Lake District in 1949.  Alan Stabler was my 'Second' for a time in the early 40s.    Evan Thomas was a contemporary, and I feel I should know Don Mudd, and Brian Ellis (were there not two brothers?)  I have a photograph of Derek Wardle taken at Overchurch in 1940.  And I wonder if Ian Thomson was the one who used to live in Willoughby Road?  Whilst it is sad to read of the passing of older members, it is good to see letters appearing from those at the School in 1950s and 1960s and more recently.  Despite my osteoporosis, we have enjoyed a busy year travelling.  In May we were in Normandy where I found that being a 'veteran' brought some pleasant and unexpected surprises.  (I was serving on a frigate in the Channel and North Sea at the time of D-day escorting tugs towing blocks of concrete parts of Mulberry, and giant Catherine Wheels – PLUTO   to the beaches.  We had no idea what these were at the time.  Fortunately we saw little action, despite the risks posed by German E-boats.)    In June to August our tour to Scandinavia proved to be very successful; the Oland Islands and Finland being so full of interest and history.  Did you know that part of the Crimean War was fought in the Baltic and why??  Finland, of course, has suffered much over the centuries, being a buffer state between the World Powers of Sweden and Russia.  We had most of July in Finland enjoying clear blue skies and warm days.  Despite a reputation for forests and lakes, these proved to be quite charming: silver gems amid a field of forest green velvet; sparkling, rippling lakes reflecting the blue of the skies; silver birch forests with wild flowers below, roadside verges and meadows ablaze with flowers.  Bird song that one no longer hears in southern European countries.    So many of the Finns spoke very good English and all were very friendly.  Across Sweden and the Artic Circle (temperature 30 degrees C  plus) into Norway, and our old love the Vesteralans  and Lofotens.)  Then by the Kystriksvein from Bodo to Namos – a road of ever-changing seascapes and mountain views, with small fishing communities linked by many tunnels and at least 7 ferries.  So many places to stop and linger, particularly Rorvik, where a new  (June 2004) Museum, and Exhibition Centre told the story of the coast from 8 000 BC to 2 100 AD, and looked upon developments and the future.  So to Bergen and back home after 58 great days, and NO mosquitos!!  Next week to Devon to learn painting, I hope.

    PS for the Scouts:  in Turku, Finland, a local town guide spotted my scout badge, and introduced himself as a "Gilwell Scouter" – he had earned his Wood Badge at Gilwell.  On our I.C.A. Tour about 50% of our members had been  (still were) in Scouting or Guiding.  There was lots of evidence of active Scouting/Guiding in Sweden and Norway.


    Jack Harwood   26-31   

    Having described myself as "not too bad" last year, I was smitten by something called an arthritic cist at the back of my left knee then a heart block.  I passed out twice at home and was then rushed into hospital and after various tests was fitted with a pacemaker and am hopefully back home and starting a new lease of life.                                                                                                                


    Les Johnson   28-36     

    When I look back I'm sorry that my brothers and I didn't keep the Form List that came out at the end of term showing the names of everyone in the form.  I'm sure that I would remember if the names were in front of me.  I'm not actually sure why the lists were printed.

       There I was in IB with Miss Buyers in the old Headmaster's house with IS (Miss Silvey) next door.  Then upstairs next year to 2B with Mr Bradshaw with 2M next door and Mr Morris the Junior Headmaster across the corridor.  Then 3B with Tiny Patmore in the top of the old Junior School, 4A with Mr Hales in the corner of the hall by the stage & VBA with Seedy who kept on saying that I wasn't as good a cricketer as my brother.  Then VAB  with Wurg because I wasn't good enough to stay in the "A"stream and so to Rem A in the front upstairs with Mr Browning for School Certificate.  And finally Rem C (above 4A) for those who stay on but not taking Higher School Certificate – of the Northern Universities of course.

       Loads of boys, but who do I remember?  Les Chester who I went to School with every day.  Len Gilbertson who had a short spell away in Blackburn.   I think Les Chatham who lived opposite to the School in Withens Lane, Reg Radcliffe who was as keen on games as I was, Gordon Porter who lived opposite but in Penkett Road.  And then names like Maudley, Southern, Vlissidis GN,  Hamar, Watts, Gidman & Quale.  They were all on my level & I can remember bits about them, parties we went to & games we played together.  But I know that four were lost during the war and the rest have just got older like me.

    [From the Class Lists for 1936, Mr Baldwin and Mr Browing's Sixth Form: Abbott CV, Baldwin, RR, Birks, JB, Cain DW,Davies RT, Drinkwater PJ, Edwards RM, Fell AD, Flinn H, Gilbertson LC, Johnson LR, Kennedy GA, Klapka RA, Malone DGN, Rawcliffe DU, Reay CO, Smith AC, Stewart GS, Thomson ED, Ward GM, Watts AS Webb GA, Webb WDM &  Willan GM. – Ed.]


    John S Jones 38-45

    I was at WGS from 1938 to 1945.  In the last 18 months I have been able to contact a number of my old  friends, especially a number of the 1944-1945  First XV that was so triumphant in the period in the period up to Christmas but went a bit off afterwards.  They include: Bill Davis, Bill Smith, Fred Hadrill, Eric Jones, Gordon Rogers, Alf Hill, Jim Maxwell, Don Jonas and Frank Parr.  Contact has been made with Vic Tindall.  We have met up a couple of times (not a full set) and one name that comes up is Earl Masterson who we would like to contact.  Earl was cricket rather than rugby.  His first name, though I have never heard him referred to by it, was Gregory.  He was, we think, married in South London in 1954 - 1955 and moved to the USA.  Fred Hadrill thinks that Frank Carlyle  (a year behind us) might know something.  There is also a thought that his wife's name might be Olive.


    John Lambie   30-39           30 Mayfield Road, Weybridge, Surrey   KT13 8XB   Tel. 01932 846 952

    Although not attending this year, I enclose my contribution to keep in touch.


    Bob Leach    30-35                    

    It is with very heavy heart that I cannot enrol for our Annual Dinner but my unstable angina is such that the only engagements I can manage are during the day – mainly I meet people at lunchtime.  I feel very flattered that members of the Committee visit me here at home & I love their company.  I also love reading the newsletter so please keep sending it.  My warmest regards to the Committee and also to all those who attend the Dinner in October.  (Cheque enclosed)


    Clive Lewis-Jones  60-67        

    This is just a quick email to say how much I enjoyed the OWs' dinner last Friday.  I thought it was a very pleasant occasion and the venue was excellent.


    Prof  Ted  Litherland   40-46

    I was delighted to see the web site for the Old Wallaseyans and dip into it periodically for a little nostalgia.  My brother  [Ken Litherland 44-51 ] is still quite active in a Sheffield Orchestra (viola) and we hope to see him next year when he comes over to Canada.  I visit the UK occasionally to visit him and his family and also my sister and her family, who live in of near Birmingham.  She went to the Wallasey High School, which I suspect makes her an Old Wallaseyan too these days.  However, she does not have an email address.  It is a pity that I haven't so far managed to attend a single reunion of Old Wallaseyans.  Give my regards to Tony Simpson.


    Harry Milburn   47 –54              <>

    (Harry Milburn left WGS in 1954.  He received his PhD at Leeds University in X-ray Crystallography, and held a Post Doc at Sydney University, Australia.  He held National Service and Short Service Commissions in the Royal Corps of Signals.  He was Head of the Department of Applied Chemical and Physical Sciences and Dean of Science at Napier University, Edinburgh.  He retired as Research Professor and Research Adviser to the Principal in 1999.  He was recipient of an Honorary Doctorate from the Technical University, Budapest, and an Honorary recipient of a Silver Star from the Technical University, Warsaw.)

    Some Memories of WGS 1947-54

    My earliest memory of the "auld school" was joining the class 3D run by Miss Doyle.  This particular group of pupils was formed from those previously excluded due to places being reserved for fee paying pupils. Consequently I was probably fairly unique in having attended both Oldershaw School (for one term) and WGS. 

    My time at WGS was also unusual in that I spent one term in Remove L1 before changing to Remove M1.    The times in between these two events were much more interesting.  I played rugby for the Bantams, Colts, Seconds and First Team, and also soccer, but that was a specially arranged match against the Berlin Hochschule visitors.

      I remember playing in a Saturday morning rugby match when the master in charge, who shall be nameless, tried to put back what he thought was a dislocated wrist of Alan Clark (who later became famous as a TV Director and after whom the Alan Clark Drama Award is named)  which was in fact a broken arm!

    Hypnosis also played a part in our rugby matches.  A hypnotist had appeared at the Tower Ballroom in New Brighton and there was a craze for hypnotising people.  Jackie Billington was put under at Reeds Lane and played the match of his life!  He was also told to give away his lunchtime sandwiches, which he did, to everyone's delight.

    I was at WGS when pole-vaulting was introduced into the athletics competitions, and Lenny Hackworth, who was also a good rugby player and swimmer, won it.  Years later when I was doing my National Service in Air Formation Signals in Germany, I had a distressing phone call from Lenny and I returned to try and help him but he later drowned in the Mersey, when he jumped off New Brighton Pier.  I served in Germany at RAF Gutersloch, an airfield used by Baron von Richtoffen and Herman Goering.  During my time there Fred Allan, the Headmaster, visited our mess and we spent an interesting evening talking about WGS.  He rang my mother on returning to Wallasey to reassure her about her son in the army.  A nice touch.

    At school I remember Harry Lauder and Malcolm Henderson forming the Duodecim Viri Club.  It had no rules and no purpose, and only 12 members.  Very exclusive!  I also played cricket for the second team, and thought I was doing very well during one match, when Tranter, the groundsman and umpire, asked me if it wasn't time to set an orthodox field!  People may remember Max Johansson, who left school at, I think, 17 to go to Leeds University.  I met him three years later when I was doing a PhD.  He was also a good swimmer and rugby player, and we both played for Leeds Chirons.  Anyone remember Rod Lund who once came to school in a long dark overcoat, which he proudly told everyone, was an Air Raid Wardens Sector Captains coat!  And Anthony Stead who reputedly was sacked for coming to school in a trilby!  The annual fruit picking camp in Evesham was always an event to look forward to.  I was once head boy of one of these, and well remember the Werg's barrel of Flowers IPA.  Some of us played soccer for Evesham, and I remember port and lemon was the favoured drink in the local hostelries.

    Other names to conjure with: Colin Amer, who I dragged out of a deep stream in the Lake District during the Sea Scouts Summer Camp.  He couldn't swim and was up to his neck in water slowly bouncing down a sloping streambed; John Jesson and Alex Nuttall I have heard from through friends reunited; Norman Woods I understand is retired in Cornwall, prior to that I had heard he worked in the Bowery in New York.  Was that true?  Dougie Taylor, who was one of the funniest people I knew – he was once dancing with a girl when he dropped on his knees and asked her to marry him. " I can do my own ironing" he said and opened his jacket to show the shape of an iron burnt into his shirt.

    Arthur Rattenbury who had his own chemistry lab, as did Robert Chicken, in a garden shed and first introduced me to chemistry.  Our experiments were a little unorthodox – bangers made from magnesium filings from incendiary bombs, self-propelled boats driven from calcium carbide, on EWS tanks, firelighters made from Condy's Fluid and glycerine.  There was a chemists shop in New Brighton where you could buy concentrated acids, potassium chlorate and various other unsavoury materials.  I remember taking a bottle of conc nitric acid home on the bus with a cork in the top!  So much for Health and Safety!  Harry Livesey was our chemistry master, and he told the story of losing some of his hair when he put sodium into a  conc acid – the last thing he remembered before it blew up was shouting "perpetual motion".  Other names from the past, Alan Holt and John Hawksworth from the Sea Scouts, Keith Jones who lives outside West Kirby and used to play rugby, the Carneys, Ray Bott, John Hillman who worked as a chemist in Burnley, Brian Milnes and Brian Jones with whom I played soccer.  Can anyone remember the School Honours Board in the Main Hall?  I used to sit opposite one, which mentioned an Old Wal who climbed K2.  Who was this, he never seemed to be mentioned in K2 accounts?

    I retired as Professor of Chemistry in 1999, but a member of my department was Mike Price, another Old Wallaseyan.  Last but not least, of course, I should mention my brother who was at WGS.  He retired from the foreign office a number of years ago as First Secretary in the Bonn Embassy.  I would like to finish by apologising to all those other friends I haven't mentioned in this short account.  


    Don Mudd  41-51

    In sixth form WGS 1951, list to attend concert, I put my name down.  Next day called into Fred Allen's room.  "Did you sign your name like this Mudd?"  I looked at the list and saw D.N.Mudd Esq!!!  Knowing that in the past in joking mood I had been known to put Esq after my name I owned up.  "That is not what I expect of one of our prefects.  You will not be attending the concert."  I left the room and wondered what had possessed me to do such a stupid thing.  I met Ian Hart at Reeds Lane next weekend.  He'd left school a year earlier but he had visited the school on the day the concert list went up.  He it was who had added 'Esq' after my name.  We often joked about it afterwards, but I never told the Headmaster who the real culprit was.


    John Pinnington  53-57  

    (no longer on email)


    Hugh Pritchard  44-52 

    I had hoped to meet my brother who lives in the London area at the dinner but as he will be out of the country, I have decided not to attend this year.  However, as previously mentioned, at the end of the month I will be at the 2nd Wallasey (GS) sea scout reunion..


    Tony Ryder 53-58    <>           

    Are there any old boys in the West Midlands area?  Probably not, but you never know.  Could you make a list for each to add to our emails - maybe, if there is enough, we could have a local meet just before the Wallasey meet.  [We sent Tony a list of our members.  It is an excellent idea to have a meeting in the Midlands, as many members are there.  Do get in touch with Tony Ryder if you are interested. - Ed.]


    Roger Smith  56-63   <roger>

    I have just come across the OW site after a pointer from my old school friend Steve Williams in North Carolina!  I was at Withens Lane 56-63, ex Egerton Grove.  I am retiring next year after a good career in Medicine and I am daily grateful for the luck of being born in Wallasey and benefiting from a fantastic education and opportunities at WGS which have given me not only the opportunity of starting out in medicine, but of developing a lifelong interest in music and singing and of having made lifelong friendships particularly through the Boat Club.   I was a member of the Old Wals and always returned for a drink when I returned home, but I can't remember now why I resigned, something to do with a subs hike for country members I think, though my pal Bob was expelled for allegedly striking a certain committee member!

     A headmaster like Fred Allan MC was a good start in life; and it is amazing how often I smile to myself remembering Wilf Allen (maths), puzzled to this day by his assertion (from his war memories) that the final vehicle of a convey travels at a faster average speed than the one in front, wishing to know whether he is still going strong and would like a box of Terry's All Gold – his passion.  I would also like to know where my musical inspirer, Paul Somerscales, is because to him I owe an immeasurable debt for showing me that I could sing, which has been my passion and has led to the incredible experiences like singing in the Edinburgh Festival Chorus with the great orchestras and conductors and still relaxing by singing in a chamber group every week. olt asnd John Hawksworth from the Sea Scouts, Keith  Holt and John HawksworthH H

    When my sons came to need a secondary school I happened upon Dennis Armitage (modern languages) half a mile down the road, headmaster of the local comp.  He ran a good tight institution in his black academic gown and I was more than happy how they turned out and without having to pay for a private education.

     Well, when I filled in my UCCA form to apply for university, the head told me that intelligent boys didn't do medicine and that Edinburgh was a foreign country,. But I knew what I wanted, I went to the foreign country, became English because that's what they told me I was, and never looked back.  I have been a Consultant Cardiologist at North Tees General, Stockton-on-Tees for 25 years and I am Vice President of the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh, despite actually not having been all that intelligent – mum kept my school reports and I am not impressed.

     I am attaching a pic of the WGSBC, which may bring some memories of sore bums and blistered hands. 

     So, I am glad I came across your site and I will want to keep in touch with it if you can add me to your list.  And if anyone can help with my two questions that would be great too.

    Roger Smith

    I have just seen the March 04 Newsletter which I found particularly interesting for its notes on a return to Zehlendorf.   I was there in 1960 just before the Wall went up and it left a lasting impression on me.  I went back to a conference just before the Wall came down and made telephone contact with the teacher Herr Ulrich who came with their group and stayed with us in our home in Rake Lane I think three times with his wife and little son.  Two years ago I was in the new Berlin again at a conference and for interest looked in the phone directory to see if the family I stayed with  (the Rhuge's) were still at their old address and was delighted to find the oldest son in the family home, went to see them and had a great time with them over a weekend.   In turn their medical student son came over, spent a month with us and did an elective in my hospital.  Even earlier, in about 57 I went on an exchange to Barcelona but sadly when I have been back recently I have not been able to retrace tracks.


    John Stoddart    50-57       

    I was prompted by the OW Newsletter and mention of the opening of the new boathouse to send you the obit. of  Neil Thomas which appeared in Rowing Magazine.  Neil was very much respected in the rowing world and made a significant national and international contribution as well as being the major force behind the Vics over the years.

    Christopher Dodd writes in the "Rowing Magazine":

    "Neil Thomas, president of the ARA from 1985 to 1993, died on June 10, outstaying the time awarded by his doctors until he witnessed the opening of his beloved Liverpool Victoria's new boathouse by Sir Steve Redgrave in April.  The Vic was burnt by vandals in 1990 and Thomas, a life-long member, led the campaign to rebuild.  A talented pianist and a mischievous politician, Thomas was educated at WGS, the Royal Navy as a national serviceman, and Jesus College, Cambridge.  His association with Liverpool Victoria began as captain of Wallasey Grammat BC.  His crew won the Public School Fours at Marlowe Regatta in 1953.  The headmaster had not expected the crew to win and had decided not to attend the regatta.  Being able to telephone the head to tell him that, against expectations, his crew had won gave Neil particular pleasure.  He was also a scout, eventually becoming district commissioner for the Scouts' Wallasey district.

       Thomas read physics and chemistry at Cambridge and joined N Greening & Sons, Warrington, wire weavers and metal perforators, in 1957 as a management trainee.  He held various management posts from 1959-1976 before founding Serve Wirral, a youth training organisation in 1979. Neil was a Liberal councillor on Wallasey Borough Counci  from 1971-74 and deputy group leader on Wirral Metropolitan Borough Council from 1973-79. He was captain of the Vic five times, secretary, chairman and president, last rowed for the Vic in 2003 – and as president of the ARA over eight lively years, presided over the birth of the Regatta magazine."


    Frank Sturman    26-31       

    Thank you for the OW Newsletter. I thought that you would want to know that Sid Deacon had died.  He was 96 & I phoned him on Saturday & he seemed confused  & I said that I'd ring him on Sunday.  However, I had a phone call telling me he had passed away.  He was a fine person and I'm sad at his going as we were firm friends.  A little cheque towards funds.


    Ian Roger Terry 57-64    <>    

    Having just read the latest Newsletter I realised I cannot remain silent any longer.  What fascinating reading of days more or less forgotten.  I enclose by the way a very small donation to keep things coming in my direction.  I was highly surprised to learn a few years ago that the OW is still there and thriving.  I am also sorry, girls, that I regard WGS as being the school.  Boys only.  You can give me a verbal kicking if our ways should cross.  I am one of those who participated in the school exchange with Berlin. For this reason I am writing from Germany, having married the sister of the exchange pupil (or are they called students nowadays?).  We travel at least once a year through Steglitz/Zehlendorf and I have always the thought, shall I drop in and say who I am?  But I have no or little private time due to very time-consuming project work. I would dearly like to see the exchange restarted by being active myself.  Prejudices are there again even now.  Thanks to so-called newspapers like the Sun. Our Europe is getting increasingly narrower, some still think here that afternoon tea in England is the thing or across there   they think that here everybody hops about the place in leather shorts with Mein Kampf tucked under the arm, when not raised in nazi salute.

    Returning to sanity.  I ask whether there is a database or a matrix containing the names of masters and what happened to them and when they     or disappeared?  Mr Oliver fought hard but lost as the socialists ruined our excellent system.  Where is he?  He should be invited as a highly important guest to our annual dinner.

    In one of the past Newsletters tribute was paid to Mr Livsey, Chemistry (is that the correct spelling, they were all gods and Sir to me?)    He was one of the best, if not the best.  His teaching was magnificent.     If you crossed him you got black looks and a detention.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   .But once your name was entered in the detention book, all was forgotten and he was back to his cheerful self, all forgiven.  And he was the dispenser of the famous fluorine demonstration tickets at LU.    Wow, worth much more that their weight in gold.  I think of him frequently.  And what about Moses?    I remember doing cross-country; the advantage was if you were quick, you could go home early.  I remember   panting up Withens Lane from the promenade (miles below) with my head between my legs and observing a pair of shoes just outside the school gate.  I looked up, looking down was Moses; 'Terry! Why don't you put this effort into your Latin?'     Yes Sir, as I gasped the last molecules of air out of my lungs.  Whatever happened to his stamp collection?  Whenever I was spending halfpennies at Twins he would be spending pounds in the adjacent back room.  

    I feel privileged to have been under the auspices of Fred Allan.  A kindly and just man.  Sometimes painfully just.  I remember him standing at the rear of the hall when we changed periods.  Mortarboard with his half smile and checking his school.   I remember, too, his chalk white face, in contrast to his mortarboard, as he announced the death of Miss Silvey to the school.  Miss Silvey?  That brought many a lad to hide his small or large manhood in the gym changing rooms as she walked past.  And whatever happened to her wonderful self-coloured bible?  Bill Wise, where is he?  There were no detentions for fighting in the schoolyard with him.  Instead you got boxing gloves at 4 and settled your differences in the gym on equal footing or a gym shoe on your behind for other misdemeanours.

    And Mr Oxenbould, Art.  Thanks to him I spend a fortune on travelling to art exhibitions, properly brainwashes by him.     But thanks a lot, he gave me a wide world of wonderful appreciation.  Total success. Thank you, God bless.  Mr Cannon?  English, music.  Without him I would never have progressed through the school from IIIA to IIIC (after laziness) but then back to IV B as he realised the situation with hard work on my behalf.  And he used to give me violin lessons on a Sunday morning with tea and biscuits from his kind wife.   He had his own boys - but we, the WGS, were his own love and subject of total dedication  (compare with the fictional Mr Chips).     OK.  A quick run.  Little, geography, Eggleshaw, assistant head, Buckley, physics, Lochner, maths and how, I  still have his equations impressed on my mind today.  I can give any German a run for his money, even today.   Ned Sherard, physics? Sark, oh dear? And with regard to woodwork, I still have a teapot stand, not just the regular candleholder.  Mr Taylor taught me the meaning and first principles of quality. I am in the nuclear industry and that is important.   And the groundsman?  I forget his name, it was the same as one of the masters.   I used to collect conkers in the forbidden woods around Moreton, shinning over the walls of the generous properties towards Upton (are they still there?) These I threaded on to string and sold in the schoolyard.  My proceeds went to buying expensive firework set pieces from Mortimers in Moreton which highly impressed the neighbours on the fifth.  But the school yard?  Littered with bits of conkers.  So my strategy was to keep myself away from the furious groundsman who strode the premises demanding from poor pupils their source.  I am sure that Fred would have supported him with an unpleasant session.  I just sympathised with him, keeping my hands thrust deep in my pockets to prevent any conkers from emerging into sight.  I think it must be similar today for the drug pushers.  But that is a slightly different problem.  Mine was traditional.  Who else?  Mr Brown, history, who preached on the waterfront.  Hello are you still there?  I think you were in the Newsletter and I am delighted that the contact with the real WGS is still there.  History? That was also Mr Howard, weeks of   Bismark, which stands me in good stead here.   

    Armitage, Eccles, French.  I could not understand foreign languages.  And where am I now?  Such is fate.  Thank you, too, Mr Eccles for being the architect of the sixth form Umbrella Society.  So, I am now stopping my ramblings and hope that I have inspired others to do the same.  Especially from my generation who seem to be fairly sparse in the Newsletter.  I have dangles a few carrots with the names.  If you don't I will just have to threaten you with a part 2.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         


    Graham Thew  (mid 60s) 

    I came across the Old Wallaseyan's web site with some surprise to find such an apparently active group!  I was even more surprised to find the notice about the scout group's dinner!  I was in the 2nd Wallasey in the mid 60's; do you have any active members from that time? 

    I have wonderful memories of a scout camp in S Ireland in '66.  A crowd of sea scouts grouped around an Irish grocer's TV in his tin back room all watching the World cup final on a tiny set.  What a day!


    David Walker   36-45    

    Sorry we will not be able to come to the OW Dinner in London due to the commitments around that time.  Am I right in thinking that you have moved the date (for 2005)?  [Yes, Stan Lawrence booked the 74th dinner on the 21st October 2005 at the RAF Club.  Dates for your diary are listed on our web site – Ed.]  Enclosed donation towards the 'Newsletter' - I like your new "Worldwide " title.


    Andrew Page Watson   31-36  <>

    I have been given a greenhouse despite the fact I hate gardening.  Neighbours kindly erected it and I bought a packet of tomato seeds which I sprinkled in a small plastic pot of earth.  That was June - and now I have some green tomatoes and enough vegetation to almost lift the roof off.  While waiting for my maiden crop to ripen I went abroad, pulled an Achilles' tendon in Venice, got winded climbing up to watch my son paragliding the Alps, attended a Finnish University language course and am now heading for Chicago where I get my finger prints taken and a free photo in the latest US security procedure.  Not sure about those green tomatoes .  I am advised to pop them in an egg box and stick them in the airing cupboard.  Maybe OW's Worldwide buy their tomatoes ready to eat - red ones at that.  But my three tomatoes , if they ripen, will be classified as Home Grown.  Watch this space! 


    Alan S Watts   30-36    

    Marjorie writes: Thank you so much for your kindness in sending Alan a card from the Old Boys Dinner.  We were so sorry that we could not be there meeting old friends again.  Alan is progressing slowly and is working on his computer, reading and receiving physiotherapy.  He finds that his handwriting is very poor, so I have become his secretary.  We send our good wishes to the Old Boys, and once again thank you for sending a memory of the evening.


    Ron Williams   51-59  <>

    Thanks for the newsletter and sorry I never stuck it on the dinner committee.  22 days will see us moving out of the UK, initially to Finland then to buy a villa in Spain.  I shall take my business with me.  I am looking for a waterproof laptop I can use in the pool.  Have fun and please zap me from the snail mail list.


    Steve Williams 56-63  <>


The school bell rings! From every door

A hungry crowd begins to pour.

Some on their rusty steeds repair

While some, to sample cook's rich fare,

To sultry dining hall make haste

For wholesome stew or meat and paste.

Now gathered is the ravenous band

And gong peals out from master's hand.

The grace is said and order given

To sit, and not let air be riven

With loud unnecessary noise

(As often stems from famished boys)!

The serving band prepares to quell

The hungry cries, and to repel

The waves of plates in outstretched paws

That soon will fill the munching jaws.

And now, at duty prefect's sign,

Begins a barely-moving line

Of hungry mortals, towards a scene

Of spuds and gravy, meat and steam.

Those whom yet have lengthy waits

Regard the passing line of plates,

Reflecting on the food with quips

Bewailing that "it is not chips"

But to the front come even they

To hear the lady harshly say

"A big one, dear?" But mouth's command

Is useless as, with hasty hand,

The chow is piled pm waiting plate

And boy does not have long to wait

Before, with brandished knife and fork,

He strives to conquer stubborn pork.

And soon, the task of eating o'er,

His heavy frame he heaves through door!

In fresh spring air his spirits rise

And memory fades of prunes and pies.


    William (Bill) M Wise   1950-65

    I was Head of P.E. at WGS from 1950 – 1965.   I am writing to thank you for sending Newsletter 42 September 2004; it has been a pleasure to read, bringing back so many wonderful memories of the best 15 years of my teaching career.  I left Wallasey GS to become P.E. Organiser for Somerset, later moving on to Brighton Polytechnic as a Principal Lecturer in P.E.  From your recent newsletter I remember Don Mudd, David Peers, Harry Milburn, Chris Swarbrick & sadly John Banks very well indeed.  It was sad to hear of the death of Bruce McGowan, who succeeded Bill Browning as Head of History.  I knew Bruce well, since we were of an age & were starting families then.  My wife and I remember John Banks playing "The miser" & saying my money, my lovely money.

       It was really nostalgic to read names like Maurice Eggleshaw, C D Danson, Kate Silvey – sadly F L Allan did not seem to be mentioned.  I must resist the temptation to reminisce, since I attended a reunion in Wallasey some years ago of the Old Wallaseyans Bacchanalian Society organised by Colin Armstrong.  It was an excellent evening   held at New Brighton RUFC pavilion where I met many Old Boys.  Strange to say my abiding impression of the evening was how differently Old Boys saw the school, to those who were on the staff at the time. 

      Wallasey GS 1950-65 was a distinct institution  - in my years, as an Organiser, Lecturer and External Examiner, I never visited a school that was quite like it.  It was a State Maintained GS, which was somehow on the Head Masters Conference – in fact FL Allen became Secretary of the HMC.  It had a very active Rowing Club based on the Liverpool Victoria premises, played its Rugby Matches miles away at Reeds Lane, and was staffed by a great many Oxbridge graduates.  I must resist the temptation to continue since so many memories came flooding back.  I really set out to thank you for sending me the newsletter.  I am sorry not to be able to attend the Annual Dinner (the last time I attended it was at the Liberal Club) due to my home circumstances.  Any further newsletter will be gratefully received.  All best wishes to OWs.


    J Rex Wood   Penkett Road   22-24; Withens Lane 29-31    

    Thank you for the informative and interesting newsletter.  It always covers a wide range of reminiscence and experience.   I read with particular interest Andrew Beattie's visit to Burma – a very different place to that which I visited in the years before World War II and how much more interesting the present generation is when travelling the world!  I regret that I cannot attend the annual dinner but enclose a small donation.


    Robert C Woodall    23-29         

    Many thanks for the Newsletter – full of interesting information and gossip.   I have sent the usual £ 10 to Roy Swinbank as a contribution for guest expenses and £ 2 for the Newsletter.  I hope of course, to see you (Tony) at the Golden Oldies, but at the moment it is not certain that I shall be able to attend.  For the last few months I have been suffering from a disease called – I think – polyayalsia pleumatila.  It particularly affects the long arteries in the legs, making walking difficult and in some cases impossible.  I have not been walking well for some weeks, and was recently sent by my doctor to see a consultant in geriatric medicine and rehabilitation.  I am seeing him in a week or so but don't expect that he will be able to perform miracles.  Then, yesterday, while walking a distance of about a hundred yards, I had to stop and stagger home, and at my wife's insistence sent for the doctor.  He promptly informed me that there was little could be done for a 97 year old man, even though he had once rowed for the L.V.R.C.  Nevertheless the doctor advised me to jiggle my toes and knees in the hope that the blood will flow through the veins – that 's what I thought he said anyway.  So my attendance at the Golden Oldies seems to depend on that advice.   I hope that it works, as I have not yet been able to see the new clubhouse – I was unable to se the great Redgrave either.  PS.  Another thing I don't do very well nowadays is writing.  Indeed, I find it so difficult to produce a neat looking piece of prose – and have taken a strong dislike of the typewriter that my wife has taken over part of the job and even (carefully watched) issues some of my cheques.



Brian G Ashmore (31-41) aged 80, died on the 23rd December 2004

Frederick  J O Barlow died on the 10th April 2004

W J (Bill) Davies died on the 6th January 2005

Sidney H Deacon (18-25) aged 96, died in February 2005

Sydney V Nicholson (16-20) aged 100, died on the 7th February 2005

Reginald Allen Radclife (1928-1936) died on the 15th September 2004

    Mrs May Lamont Ashmore writes:

    Following Brian's death I had occasion to go through some old papers in his study.  Brian had been an invalid for some years & for the past two and a half years hardly attended to his mail.  As I had been Ill myself,, Brian had spells of respite care in nursing homes.  How much I enjoyed the pages you sent him in September 2002 of the school magazine of 1940 and 1942.  Those of us who knew him later in life can recognise all the enthusiasm, the vocabulary and the detail he put into everything.  I met him when I was a rating in the RNR in Greenock and he came up for Clyde exercises; he was Staff Officer Records Dept.    We celebrated his 80th Birthday in May of this year. 

    The Times, 30th December 2004:  ASHMORE Brian Gerald, MBE, RD and Clasp, JP, MA, FSA, Lt Cdr RNR, Rtd, died peacefully on the 23rd December 2004 aged 80.  Formerly of Camp Hill, Maryport, Cumbria, where he was closely associated with many of the activities in the community and beyond.   Director and Secretary of  Westfield Housing Association,  Wokington for 40 years; Liberal Candidate for Penrith and Border 1957-63, Carlisle 1964.  Council Member for the national Federation of Housing Associations; Vice President of the Liverpool Welsh Choral Union; Hon. Curator of the Netherhall Collection of Roman Alters since 1965, and promoted formation of the Senhouse Museum Trust 1985.


    John S Jones writes: W J (Bill) Davies was particularly well-known at New Brighton Rugby Club and indeed in northwest rugby circles too, since he was for many years a referee in the Liverpool and District circle, and when he gave that up he was a referee 'assessor'.  I didn't know they had those and judging by some I encountered in my playing days, they can't have had them then!

    Bill was particularly well-known at WGS because he was the captain of the 1944-45 team of which Eggleshaw wrote, 'Of the many good rugby teams the school has produced since its return to the game, that of 1944-1945 had what must be accounted as one of the best teams, though it fell from grace somewhat later.  From September to December it won all its games, with WJ Davies as captain and Tyndall as an outstanding player.  Rydal (18-8), Merchant Taylors (29-3) St Edwards College (48-0), Royal Naval College, temporarily at Eaton Hall( 25-0), and Birkenhead School (14-13) were amongst some proud victories.'

    I was one of that team and thanks to the internet a number of us have got in touch in the last year, which after 60 years isn't too bad. We have met, very successfully, though age has taken some toll. 

    I am including a photograph of the 1945  team as an attachment. [We will display this photo at our Annual Dinner in October - Ed]                                                                  

    This shows Harlow, Scoins, Rogers, Halsall, Entwistle, Cannon, Harding, King, Ferrie, Hadrill, Hill, Jones (ET), Davies (Capt) Tindall, Clay (RD) Jones (JS).  The record was, Played 20, Won 15, lost 4 and Draw 1.  Points For 453, Against 137.

    Vic Tindall played for Cheshire while still at school, and later for England and the Barbarians.

    Interestingly you hear so much these days about differentiating between pupils who are academic and the others who are not.  Of the 1945 team, there are at least three future professors, Scoins, Entwistle and Tindall.

    The contacts we have made in the photo are Gordon Rogers (in Toronto), Fred Hadrill (Solihull), Alf(ie) Hill (Ruthin) Eric Jones (Bucks), John Jones (Lytham) and of course Bill.

    Vic Tindall has been contacted but his health is poor. Others not in this particular photo but also in contact are Jim(my) Maxwell (Herts), Don Jonas (Hants) and Bill Smith (Washington DC).  Bill was captain of cricket and rugby in the 1946-1947 season, the first to get the double since the sport was introduced to the school. We were all very close outside of school too so getting together now has been particularly pleasurable and the 60 years seems more like 6.




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