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Dear
Old Michaelian's, I could not start this letter without first recording the loss of Isabel Pott who died after the last edition of the Mitre. We all have our memories of her and the many different ways she quietly helped us. She will be missed by us all, her family and her extended family of Old Michaelian's. The 2002 re-union weekend was well attended with one member, David McMahon-Winter, coming from Tasmania. It was very pleasing to have Heacham church open on the Saturday morning for us to look round. Hopefully this arrangement will be made for this and future years. Once again our AGM and re-union were a great success with thanks to all those who helped. Following the approval of those attending the AGM, I approached Simon Pott to offer him the position of President of the OMA which he agreed to accept. As I said in the autumn edition, after many years on the committee and as Treasurer, Ian Dupont wished to stand down. Geoffrey Kimberley replaces him as Treasurer. The rest of the committee were re-elected with the addition of Michael Chilvers. This year the committee will also be looking at the 1991 Standing Orders of the Association to see if any updating or changes are required. These will be presented at the AGM for approval. The weather on the Sunday could have been kinder! The wind blew and blocked off all but one way to Ingoldisthorpe church and for part of the service there was no electricity. Regretfully I was one of those who did not get up the hill. The committee will meet in April to start arrangements for our 50th re-union which will be over the weekend of 25th and 26th October. Put it in your diaries now! A golf tournament which will not interfere with our AGM or Sunday service - music and dance after the dinner - a medal or tie - a painting specially commissioned from Barbara Graville - a paper weight with the school emblem and the dates of the Association - a video of the dinner for people to purchase. These are some of the suggestions so far put forward. David Ratcliff has agreed to celebrate communion on the Sunday and would like all OMA clergy to assist him at that service. He would also like a choir. The most important thing we could all do to make this a special re-union is to attend and bring along an Old Michaelian who has either not been at all or not been for a long time. I would be pleased to hear any suggestions to make this a special occasion. I look forward to seeing you all in October. Michael Catterick Chairman
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Minutes of the Annual General Meeting
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Returning for the OMA
weekend again this year I decided that I must pluck up courage to visit the
old school building at Ingoldisthorpe (the Rectory). Previously my wife had
said “you can’t go nosing around in there, its someone’s private house
now!”. I had read in a past Mitre, that the present owners were quite
pleased to meet Old Michaelian's. I drove up the road and back again, there
was someone there cutting the grass. I drove in and rung the bell in the old
front porch. A smiling lady opened the door. “Hello, excuse me for being
nosey, but I was at school here during the 60’s”. By this time her husband
had driven round on his grass-cutting tractor. “Ah, you must be an Old
Michaelian, they always come round at this time of year”. Golly I thought.
How can they recognise us, are we marked in some way?! (No I wasn’t wearing
a heavy mac, SORRY, mackintosh!) Anyway, they were very friendly especially
as I could tell them so much about the building.
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e-mail addresses and the website The Association now has a list of well over 100 e-mail addresses of Old Michaelian’s, we are sure, though, that there are many more waiting to be found. If you have moved into the electronic age please let me know the details for inclusion in the next list. This list is distributed to all those included on it and is available to all other Michaelian’s either over the ether or by post, you only have to ask. The only stipulation we make is that no commercial use is made of the list. The Association website www.oma.org.uk run by Bill Cullin goes from strength to strength with ‘lost’ Michaelian’s regularly contacting us after having found their own name or that of the School on the web. It gives us a tremendous fillip to experience their surprise at the fact that we are still going strong after 50 years and to be able to put them in touch with old friends.
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The President Speaks
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St Michael's - a day at a time
Mike Chilvers.
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Combustible Films
Chris Gibbs
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Memories of 1953
Being taken back through the thick smog to my central London boarding choir school after a sunny day at home on the outskirts of London • Not being able to see across the road or the platform on the other side of the railway track. (The school’s Head Master was Malcolm Melville who was later curate of Ingoldisthorpe and taught at St Michael’s) • I learnt to ride a bike • Going over a hill and seeing, spread out below us, the village of which my father had just been made Rector • We had our first television which had a very small screen. It was gift to my father from his last parish • Watching the Coronation procession and service on the television in a room with thirty plus other people (my next older brother was head chorister at Westminster Abbey and sang the only solo during the service (O Taste and See) • Starting at a new boarding school in the middle of acres of farmland as the London smog had effected my lungs (the school is now a Cheshire Home).
Michael Catterick
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Grisly Thoughts
s he walked alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. He turned to look and saw a 7-foot grizzly charging towards him. He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing in on him. He ran even faster, so scared that tears were coming to his eyes. He looked over his shoulder again and the bear was even closer. His heart was pumping frantically and he tried to run faster still. He tripped and fell to the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up, but saw the bear... right on top of him... reaching for him with the left paw and raising his right paw to strike him. At that instant the atheist cried out "Oh my God!...." Suddenly, time stopped. The bear froze in motion. The forest was ever so silent. Even the river ceased to move. As a brilliant ray of light emerged from the sky and shone upon the man, a powerful voice spoke to him, "You have denied my existence for all of these years; you teach others that I do not exist and you credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you now as a believer?" The atheist blinked directly into the light. "It would be hypocritical of me to convert to a Christian after all these years, but could you instead make the bear a Christian?" "Very well," said the voice from above. The bright light disappeared. All of a sudden, life resumed around the man. The river ran again. The forest became alive once more with the gentle sounds of nature. The bear stirred. Slowly, he lowered his right paw, brought both paws together, bowed his head and graciously spoke: "Lord, for this food which I am about to receive, I am truly thankful."
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Bless you my Horse
itch, a hard-shell Southern Baptist, loved to sneak away to the race track. One day he was betting on the ponies and nearly losing his shirt, when he noticed a priest who stepped onto the track and blessed the forehead of a horse lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, this horse -- a very long shot -- won the race. Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step onto the track as the 5th race horses lined up, and placed his blessing on the forehead of a horse. Mitch made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race. Mitch collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race. The priest showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it, and it won! As the day went on, the priest continued blessing horses, and they always came in first. Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew big money and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track before the last race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of the horses. Mitch bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. Dumbfounded, Mitch made his way to the track and when he found the priest, he demanded, "What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now I've lost my savings, thanks to you!!" The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with you Protestants ... you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites."
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EXTRACTS FROM “LETTS SCHOOL-BOYS DIARY 1966”
SPRING TERM I recently came across an old diary from 1966. It is not fully completed and mainly contains snippets that just give a hint of flavour of life at the school in this year. Sometimes, perhaps, you have to read between the lines and some may bring back memories. Obviously, I cannot now remember any of these “major incidents” but some were important at the time. I have reproduced some of the entries here – cry your eyes out Adrian Mole.
Monday
10th Jan Tues
11th Jan Wed
12th Jan Thurs
13th Jan Fri
14th Jan
Wed
19th Jan Mon
31st Jan Mon
7th Feb. Tues
8th Feb Wed
9th Feb. Thurs
10th Feb Mon
25th April
Tues
26th April Tues
10th May Wed
11th May Mon
23rd May Wed
25th May Fri
27th May Wed
1st June
Thurs
2nd June Wed
15th June Sat
18th June Thurs
23rd June Sat
2nd July Mon
4th July Wed
6th July Thurs
7th July Wed
13th July Thurs
14th July Sun
17th July Mon
18th July Tues
19th July Wed
20th July Thurs 21st July END OF TERM. 2ND DAY OF SPORTS. Went in three races. 1st, 4th and last. Blues won the cup. Strangely, my diary has few entries after that – probably because the first two terms where packed with excitement. Looking back, how many schools at that time could report a robbery and a pupil getting shot – and they say that schools are bad nowadays. Now I close my diary, but before I do, I feel I must reproduce one further entry – it reads as follows:- Fri
7th Oct What more can you say. Steve Baxter
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A GASTRONOMIC PERAMBULATION
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A Modern Psalm 23
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Rest In Peace Maurice Boak R.I.P.
It has been
reported from Thailand that Maurice Boak died there on 29th December 2002
from a heart attack. He was 54 and was at St Michael’s between 1962-1966
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Editor’s Endings
o how went the 2002 Reunion? It was a strange one for me, because of my illness I was, unfortunately, unable to mingle with all the new faces that were gathered and therefore did not meet some of the gathered throng. I do hope that nobody took umbrage. My very grateful thanks must go to all those Michaelian’s who looked after me on Saturday & Sunday, particularly to Bill and Jane Cullin without whom I would not even have been able to attend. Barbara and I were picked up from home and cosseted throughout the whole two days, marvellous. My thanks also to Bill for producing the Autumn 2002 edition of the Mitre, a feat which meant raiding my computer at home. I had to try to explain what was there and in which folder it was all without a voice and trying to write whilst lying flat on my back. I’ve seen some of the scribbles and they are incomprehensible to me let alone Bill. Nevertheless the Mitre was produced very successfully and it is entirely possible that some of you may not have noticed the change in editor. Finally on this subject may I thank all of you who sent get well messages either by post or e-mail. Barbara made them into a permanent memento of the period and this she presented to me on Christmas day. I am not particularly lachrymose but I admit to shedding a tear or two when I read again the messages you sent. So on to the next reunion. We are now gearing up for the glorious 50th, the Golden Jubilee, the BIG ONE. The OMA came into existence the year I started at St Michael’s so we are of an age and it has been going strong ever since. There have been few if any years when a reunion has not been held and to give you a flavour of the period in 1964, the earliest year for which I have records, the membership fee was 6/- and the tickets for the dinner dance which was held at the Manor Hotel were 12/6 to members and 15/- to others. There was a membership list of 40 and the (anonymous) editor of the day was hoping that this would increase with the latest batch of Michaelian’s leaving the School (‘twas ever thus!!) Netball and hockey matches were organised and accommodation was offered on a first come first served basis at Gresham House and other of the boarding houses available. The OMA Chairman was Cliff Wallington, Treasurer Peter Yarker with Ben Gunner as his assistant. Committee Members were Page Clowser, John Stainsby, John King, Penny Vawser, Geoff Lake and Gordon Wood, all still members of the OMA. A final thought, in 38 years time the youngest Old Michaelian will be over 80 years old and on that happy note I will close.
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