G'day, Oldallens,
I was at Sheldon Heath between 1955 and 1962 so our paths may have crossed. I am guessing that I was in the year ahead of you. I have some happy memories of the School.I was a busy person in those days (not like now when all I am looking for is a quiet life!) I was captain of the School's cricket XI, played in the football team, and later, in the rugby XV, captain of the chess team, editor of the School magazine ("Microcosm") and House Captain (Nightingale House). My form master was Cliff Stanley, a larger than life character who, I am told, died prematurely of a heart attack about twenty years ago. The Head Master was Joe Smith, a cold, very rational man. My most vivid memory of him was one occasion when I was due to play chess for Warwickshire at Cheltenham. Joe Smith, a very proficient chess player was also due to play for Warwickshire on one of their top boards and he kindly offered to give me a lift in his car. On the way back we ran into a very thick fog and somehow he managed to crash his car into the back of another car. Neither of us was badly hurt but shaken up. Incredibly luckily, another teacher from the School, Harvey Jones, happened to be passing us in his car and was able to transport us back to Birmingham. What a champion! I left Sheldon Heath in 1962 to go to Leeds University and in 1968, not long after graduation, emigrated to Australia (where I have happily resided since!) But occasionally I still get nostalgic about those distant school days and wonder what happened to everyone. I have fond memories of many of the teachers: Victor Skipp, the history master, Derek Briggs, the geography master, Alec Pearson, the Art master, Ms Roper-Nunne, the French teacher, Reg Summers, the Religious Education teacher, Reg Worrall, the maths teacher.just to name a few. The most formidable person in my memory was Hilda Roberts, the Deputy Head, who took us for elocution. She was very contemptuous of our Birmingham accents! Yes, happy days, mostly! What's your story, David?
Regards, Ray