Friday, 25 October 2002

Hello from Canada

I was delighted to come accross this web page. I am already in contact with couple of my old boarder/class mates. I am living in Canada now and would love to hear from anyone who remembers a tall gangly guy who had an unfortunate surname... which meant lot of teasing...tubs, tubbers, enamel ...etc etc
 
If any of the boarders remember me drop me a line anytime. Also, if  anyone needs some guidance travelling to Alberta I am your man.
 
Great job on this site Jim.
 
Well done.

Hello from Canada

I was delighted to come accross this web page. I am already in contact with couple of my old boarder/class mates. I am living in Canada now and would love to hear from anyone who remembers a tall gangly guy who had an unfortunate surname... which meant lot of teasing...tubs, tubbers, enamel ...etc etc
 
If any of the boarders remember me drop me a line anytime. Also, if  anyone needs some guidance travelling to Alberta I am your man.
 
Great job on this site Jim.
 
Well done.

Wednesday, 16 October 2002

Photos from the 70's

I posted some a few weeks back.... can anyone help identify some of the people.... I can get most... but memory escapes me on some of them... 

Photos from the 70's

I posted some a few weeks back.... can anyone help identify some of the people.... I can get most... but memory escapes me on some of them... 

Thursday, 10 October 2002

old symondians society

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old symondians society

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Saturday, 5 October 2002

Winchester Library

So now for something completely different?
I enjoyed the Winchester Cycle Company thread so although it is strictly off topic, please excuse me, maybe someone can swap memories about another Winchester institution, and that is what nostalgia is all about eh?
I was nine years old when the war finished and my brother and I met our father after six years of absence. Our mother had had a rather sheltered life up to that time and we hadn't gone out much, and when my father took us to the library on Jewry Street it was a whole new exciting world. One book that had a very big impression on us was a huge volume, well it seemed like that at the time, one year of National Geographic Magazines bound together, with board covers bound in black leather with gold lettering. And the most memorable articles were about Professor Auguste Piccard's adventures in the stratosphere in a balloon, and in the depths of the sea in what I think is called a bathyscape.  Many beautiful pictures of the weird creatures living there. And another volume introduced us to dinosaurs.
Did anyone else see those books?
best regards,
jim 

Winchester Library

So now for something completely different?
I enjoyed the Winchester Cycle Company thread so although it is strictly off topic, please excuse me, maybe someone can swap memories about another Winchester institution, and that is what nostalgia is all about eh?
I was nine years old when the war finished and my brother and I met our father after six years of absence. Our mother had had a rather sheltered life up to that time and we hadn't gone out much, and when my father took us to the library on Jewry Street it was a whole new exciting world. One book that had a very big impression on us was a huge volume, well it seemed like that at the time, one year of National Geographic Magazines bound together, with board covers bound in black leather with gold lettering. And the most memorable articles were about Professor Auguste Piccard's adventures in the stratosphere in a balloon, and in the depths of the sea in what I think is called a bathyscape.  Many beautiful pictures of the weird creatures living there. And another volume introduced us to dinosaurs.
Did anyone else see those books?
best regards,
jim 

Thursday, 3 October 2002

Making contact

Good to see this site and to see the banter ... drags up stuff I'd completly forgotten about.
Some things you never forget though like the mad dash at lunch time for the Canteen ( which was stupidly placed down the bottom of the field. Of course fine in summer months but as soon as it rained the trip became a negotiation of the fast developing mud slide and then having to queue up in the rain outside. Used to get covered in mud.
 
I was one of the last PS boarders, and the last first year intake before the change to a sixth form college. the place became a building site (got covered in more mud).
 
Does anyone remember the mad concker fight? One morning there were two lines on opposite side of the quadrangle each containing about 60 lads and we decided it would be fun just to throw conckers at each other. It was like the Somme, missiles darkened the sky as hundreds of conkers, carefully collected over weeks and weeks flew across the quad. It might have been symbolic of the future but I worked out a supply deal to collect spent conkers and restock the line (I think I wangled the latest girlie mags or something).
 
Take care y'all
Bruce Brassington

Making contact

Good to see this site and to see the banter ... drags up stuff I'd completly forgotten about.
Some things you never forget though like the mad dash at lunch time for the Canteen ( which was stupidly placed down the bottom of the field. Of course fine in summer months but as soon as it rained the trip became a negotiation of the fast developing mud slide and then having to queue up in the rain outside. Used to get covered in mud.
 
I was one of the last PS boarders, and the last first year intake before the change to a sixth form college. the place became a building site (got covered in more mud).
 
Does anyone remember the mad concker fight? One morning there were two lines on opposite side of the quadrangle each containing about 60 lads and we decided it would be fun just to throw conckers at each other. It was like the Somme, missiles darkened the sky as hundreds of conkers, carefully collected over weeks and weeks flew across the quad. It might have been symbolic of the future but I worked out a supply deal to collect spent conkers and restock the line (I think I wangled the latest girlie mags or something).
 
Take care y'all
Bruce Brassington