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Obituaries

Roger Potton (1971)

Roger Potton (1971) passed away on 15th February 2016.

Roger Potton

Davit Utting (1971) writes:

Roger Potton, who died suddenly in February aged 63, had a remarkable gift for making friends, not least among those who first met him at The Perse. By the time he left the senior school, his hallmark commitment to helping others, matching kindness with calm advice and plain speaking, was already evident. So, too, was his talent for planning enjoyable adventures. Through Scouts and the Navy section of the Combined Cadet Force, he acquired a love of Norfolk, camping and boats that stayed with him throughout his life. While still at school, he organised sailing trips to the Channel Islands, and a memorable excursion to the Scillies. During a ‘gap’ year, he combined work as a breakfast chef at the University Arms Hotel with a road-trip to Istanbul and driving for the Eastern Counties bus company.

At Surrey University, he studied Hotel and Catering Administration, leading to employment with Charringtons, the brewing company. Here he met his future wife, Alison. His response to major changes in the licensed trade during the late 1980s was home study, taking two vocational degrees and becoming a member of the Royal Institute of Chartered Surveyors.

Family life came first for Roger and Alison with their four children Jonathan, Simon, Ruth and David. After moving from work with Punch Taverns into self-employed consultancy in 2010 he maintained a range of interests. Ownership of one boat was never enough, while his vehicle collection included the original Range Rover taken to Turkey in 1972.  A happy knack for mixing business with pleasure was nowhere more evident than the company he created to hire out vintage taxis and Routemaster buses for special occasions. Old Perseans, including his younger brother Keith, were among the occasional drivers, but often Roger drove himself.  A church celebration of his life in Marlow, Buckinghamshire, where he and Alison made their home, was packed to capacity with those who knew and admired him.

Obituary published in the Spring/Summer 2016 edition of OP magazine

Raymond Govette Harris (1946)

Raymond Govette Harris (1946) passed away on 13th November 2015.

Raymond Harris

Rosemary Harris writes:

Born 3 June 1928 into a family of Exclusive Plymouth Brethren, and brought up at the back of his father’s fish shop in Mill Road, Cambridge, Raymond was a dutiful worshipper with his large extended family. However, it was at the early age of six that he realised his eternal inspiration was not there, but in the buildings, music and Anglican worship of the Cambridge Colleges.

Towards the end of his primary school education, he spent a year in and out of hospital following septicaemia from a grazed knee, thus missing the 11-plus examination and finding himself in a ‘sink school’. Observing his misery there, his mother went to The Perse, importuning the headmaster to allow him to take the entrance exam, as the result of which he won a scholarship.

From this moment, Raymond shone in many directions; consistently top of the class in most subjects (with one rival), winning many prizes, notably for essays and oration, and developing his exceptional skills as an artist through an inspiring art master. It was clear that he would become an architect, and he won a scholarship to the Architectural Association in London. He had many close friends at the AA, even becoming AA Social Secretary.

After leaving the AA as an architect, he did two years’ National Service in the Pioneer Corps: being drafted to the Welsh borders enabled him to visit Cathedrals in the West, marking up nearly the entire number of them in the UK.

It was after this that he got a job with old-established commercial architects TP Bennett and Son, rising rapidly in responsibility and pay. Through one of his AA friends he joined a chamber choir giving outlet to his splendid voice, natural harmony and love of music.

It was at an architects’ party that he met Rosemary, following her to Italy, where she was on a three-week summer holiday. Raymond became the Senior Partner of TPB and their house was professionally renovated to make a large home with space for family plus a troupe of business and music students.

Eventually, retirement loomed and grandchildren appeared. Weekends and holidays were spent making oak furniture for the house and structures for the garden in the cottage outhouse.

He found time amongst all this workshop activity to worship, to join the church and festival choirs, take part in Festival activities as actor, singer and venue provider and make many friends while still in London, weekly, as Consultant to his firm, until 1991.  Only into the new millennium when his body began to fail him (never ill!) did his focus shift to his eleven  growing grandchildren of whom he was immensely proud, and whose lives he shared intimately.

Obituary published in the Spring/Summer 2016 edition of OP magazine

John Walford (Wally) Huckle (1958)

Wally Huckle (1958) passed away on 22nd September 2015.

Wally Huckle

Adrienne May (1958) writes:

Wally Huckle was a powerful and outgoing sports oriented pupil at the Perse. He loved school where he seemed friends with everybody and even as a junior would intercede if he saw bullying. Whether it was football or fives in the playground, hitting a piece of wood with a cricket stump or playing for the school team, sport was a passion. In rugby Wally played for the Colts and First fifteen as prop forward. He played hockey in goal for the Colts and later for the First Eleven. In cricket he was an ebullient wicket keeper for the first eleven, battered cap over one eye, catching with a flourish and a joke.

In the CCF he played kettledrum but was a great fan of all music, pop, trad jazz, moving on to more modern styles and classical music. As a second former he kept a chart of songs heard on radio, this before a hit parade chart was published.

On leaving school he first worked for J P Coates in Glasgow as a management trainee but left to join the Unilever training scheme in 1960. In 1962 he joined the Samworth family working for T. N. Parr & Co and Pork Farms, becoming Wholesale Sales Director and then Managing Director with a seat on the main group board.

For most of that time he continued his sport playing hockey and cricket until his knees gave out, playing 52 Times for Nottinghamshire but also for various other teams including the Ladykillers, a hockey version of the Barbarians. It was through hockey that he met his wife and lifelong friend Jan, a keen sportswoman and successful player in her own right. When playing finished Wally became a hockey umpire.

A lifelong passion was railways from engine spotting while at school to travelling the continent in later years.

It was in 1984 that he became a convinced Christian, having been confirmed while at the Perse. His faith was such that he resigned from Pork Farms in 1987 to train for the Ministry, age 48. He was ordained as a Church of England priest in 1989 and worked in the newly created post of Commercial Chaplain for the City of Nottingham. As he was shown his duties by Revd. Canon Leslie Morley he was introduced to various inhabitants, but it seemed Wally already knew nearly everyone, described as Wally’s mafia. He had an easy touch, able to talk to anyone on nearly any subject, bringing some of the most unlikely recruits into the church. He resigned in 2000 due to ill health.

He was sharing a flat with a colleague in Nottingham when he announced to his friend, ‘You’ll have to get out, I’m getting married.’ His bride was Jan and together they made a great team, spending forty-four years together. Their son Mike was born in 1974 and daughter Lizzie in 1977. Mike tells of playing cricket in the back garden and being bowled an off spinner by his dad, Mike slogged the ball straight through the garage window. Mike expected a roasting but found his father, arms in the air, shouting ‘Six.’

He is survived by Jan, his son and daughter and two grandchildren.

Obituary published in the Spring/Summer 2016 edition of OP magazine

Bryan Layton (1954)

Bryan Layton (1954) passed away on 4th December 2015.

Bryan Layton

David Layton (1986) writes:

Bryan Layton passed away on the 4th December 2015.  He is survived by wife Gill and sons Peter and David (both also Old Perseans).

Many will have known Bryan as proprietor of AE Clothier in Cambridge city centre.

Bryan started working in AE Clothier in the 1950’s when he was 17– trading first in Kings Parade and more latterly in Pembroke Street. The shop was outfitter to many Cambridge University students and clubs.

For the majority of this time he has had an association as outfitter to the University, including making blazers for the crews in the Boat Race since 1967 and he was involved in the preparations for the 2016 race which would have been the 50th year of support.

Bryan was also a driving force at the Cambridge ’99 Rowing Club (where he was able to offer support in setting up the Perse Rowing Crews), a member of Leander Club in Henley and a member of the Company and Watermen of the River Thames.

Bryan’s health had recently started to suffer, and he made the hard decision to close the shop in Pembroke Street at the end of the December. The Business however has moved on line at aeclothier.co.uk and continues to be run by Gill.

Bryan will be remembered by many not only as an outfitter but also as a friend to all those who frequented Cambridge city centre.

Obituary published in the Spring/Summer 2016 edition of OP magazine

Fernando de la Torre (1946)

Fernando de la Torre (1946) passed away on 27th May 2015.

Fernando de la Torre

Gillian de la Torre writes:
Fernando was born in Madrid, but was always proud of his Basque ancestry and loved the green mountains of the North of Spain where his family held lands around the picturesque village of Valmaseda. His family had always been Liberal Socialists, paying their workers when they were sick, which was unheard of in those days  and this family mindset was to have the greatest possible impact on Fernando’s future life.
His happy childhood was cut short when he was 10 years old, by the onset of the Spanish Civil War. His Father was a member of the new, democratically elected, Republican Government, who had decreed Liberal measures such as ‘votes for women’, ‘education for all children’ and ‘significant land reform’, giving the land to those who had worked on it for generations. This latter action was not popular with other landowners.
When, in 1936, the army, under General Franco, staged a coup against the Government, aided by forces of Hitler and Mussolini, the Republicans fought to save their Democracy and Liberty, with untrained men and donated weapons … Fernando and his parents moved, with the Government, to Albacete, Madrid and a last stand in Barcelona, from which city they, and thousands more, fled to France over the Pyrenees with only what they could carry.
Through his Mother’s charitable contacts the family was invited to stay unseen and unknown in the home of a Cambridge University Professor and his wife. This letter of Invitation remained one of Fernando’s most treasured and honoured possessions.
The now thirteen-year-old Fernando began his new life of schooling and learning English at a small village school, before gaining a place at The Perse. Letters from his old school friends speak of the impact this young ‘foreigner’, with his strong awareness of politics and sense of justice, had on them. One, even after 75 years, recalls with resignation how he was replaced as the school’s Athletics Champion by this Spaniard who could run and hurdle faster and jump further than he ever could … to this eighty-eight-year-old gentleman’s remembered chagrin! Fernando’s love of and prowess in sport continued at St John’s, Cambridge, which he represented in Athletics, Rugby teams and his much loved Rowing. Sport remained a useful theme when he began to travel, as he became a Reporter for the BBC Overseas Service and a journalist for Reuters in South America. He reported on world motorsports events, interviewing such drivers as Stirling Moss and Fangio, and he commentated on the London Olympics rowing in 1948, broadcasting to Spanish speaking countries.

Coming back to England, his work as a translator brought him to Sheffield and then to the offer of a position as Export Sales Manager for a steel firm, which enabled him to continue travelling in his much loved South America. In Sheffield, he met Gillian, in whose eyes he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Their mutual love of walking the hills of the Peak District (he, always, with a frying pan, onion and piece of steak in his rucksack) and his ability to create a fire under all circumstances and cook steaks, made their marriage, which lasted for the next 50 years, inevitable.

Fernando was a challenging father to his three lovely daughters. Always encouraging them to ‘Aim High’, always very proud of his daughters’ achievements, on many occasions he showed this in a way that caused said daughters untold embarrassment. Whilst receiving her Masters degree, Jo stood up to receive her certificate. Applause ensued, as it had for the previous recipients, but as Jo sat down, someone was standing and still clapping … and continued to clap. Heads turned, as did Jo’s, to see Papa with that proud smile on his face that we all know! ‘What?’ he exclaimed loudly. ‘She’s my daughter!’ And so ensued an even louder and longer round of applause, the loudest and longest of the day, even accompanied by cheers, as Jo tried to defy the laws of physics and sink through her chair to absolutely anywhere.

Elena remembers her Papa as being extremely vociferous on the sidelines. Before swimming races she could hear ‘breathe, breathe, breathe’ being yelled, accompanied by his windmilling arms, to encourage prerace warm up. Once, the car windscreen shattered on the way to a triathlon, but Fernando was undeterred. He merely piled coats and blankets· on to Elena to keep her warm and got her there on time. He had been in charge of her pistol shooting training in the living room at home, with a typewriter mat for a target, propped on piled up side tables. Gillian was not too happy with the stray pellet holes that marked the tables from that day on. Alicia remembers most his extraordinary generosity and especially their father/daughter shopping trips. He loved to take her shopping in Edinburgh, in London (and even to Meadowhall!!) and would say ‘if you like it buy it’, taking great pleasure in the happy times spent together. He always wanted to help in any way he could. He would turn her pony out on a frosty morning, he was a great animal lover and they always went to him and Alicia learnt how to treat animals through him.

Fernando was a Family Man through and through and has also enjoyed participating in the achievements of his grandchildren. In the past few weeks he has cheered Fallan on in her Saturday morning 5km. Park Run; he has clapped Morgan’s dancing at the Roses Theatre in Tewkesbury; he has played football in the park with five-year-old Callum and rejoiced proudly in Lachlan’s taking his first steps before his first birthday!

In the last few years Fernando has taken up a new sport in Croquet  and proved quite a danger near a hoop  and has appreciated making a new set of friends. Although a resident of England for 75 years, Fernando never took British citizenship and never forgot the trauma and violence that ensued as his beloved Spanish Republic was crushed. In 1982, Fernando learned, from a BBC News item, that Spanish Republicans were used as slave workers by the Germans to excavate an Underground Hospital from the granite rock of Jersey. These men, most of whom lost their lives in these War Tunnels, were remembered and honoured each year at a ceremony on the 9th of May in Jersey. Fernando has taken it upon himself to attend this ceremony for each of the 33 years since … always wearing his Basque boina, or beret, and always carrying his Republican flag, to lay a wreath of red, yellow and purple flowers ….the colours of the flag of the Spanish Republic, that now lies upon his coffin. Loving, kind, generous, emotional and immensely loyal … we shall miss him.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Father Damien Walne (1957)

Father Damien Walne (1957) passed away on 7th March 2015.

Victor Walne (1961) writes:
Father Damien Walne died on 7 March 2015 after a brief illness. He entered the Senior School from the Prep in 1951, having made himself useful both as a footballer and cricketer. He was a victim of an outbreak of Poliomyelitis but fully recovered, adding hockey and tennis to his sporting accomplishments. Leaving the School in 1957, he worked in banking and insurance until, responding to the seeds of a vocation already sown in the fertile soil of Irish Catholicism – he was born in county Down in 1840 – he entered the major Seminary of Oscott College and was ordained in St. Lawrence’s Church in Cambridge in 1970. Having first served as a curate in High Wycombe, Corby and Bedford, he was appointed Parish Priest of the twin Parishes of Great Billing and East Barton, Northamptonshire in 1991. In 1999 he became Diocesan Director of Pilgrimages to Lourdes and in 2006 Rector of the Shrine of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour as well as Rural Dean.

His Requiem Mass, conducted by the Bishop of Northampton, was concelebrated by 50 priests of the Diocese before a congregation of more than 700 in Northampton Cathedral. Bishop Peter Doyle preached the Homily and Victor Walne (1961) gave the Address. Father Damien is laid to rest in the Old Churchyard of Great Billing.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Michael Sadler-Forster (1952)

Michael Sadler-Forster (1952) passed away on 5th May 2015.

Michael Sadler-Forster

Michael was born in Redcar in 1933 to Samuel Sadler-Forster and Kathleen Bulmer.
For the first few years of Michael’s life the family lived in Middlesbrough, in 1936, they moved to Welwyn Garden City. When war broke out in 1939 Michael was evacuated to Hawes in Yorkshire. The family moved to Cambridge in 1943 where Michael attended The Perse School. He greatly enjoyed his time at The Perse and, as the great raconteur that he was, had many stories particularly relating to his great passions sport, acting and art.

He spent his National Service as a submariner on HMS Artful and then went
to Cambridge University where he read English literature. School and university life were dominated by sport – he played rugby for the University, continuing after he left, until he had to ‘retire’ to hockey in his 30’s – ending as Captain of the Hampstead veterans.

Michael had a varied and interesting career in the design world. His first job was in public relations with Cockade in London. From there he moved to Bovis – first based in London and then, later, in Darlington.
In 1969 he moved back to London to work for the Design Research Unit (DRU) as Managing Director to strengthen their business operations. The DRU formed in the operated as one of the most prolific British design consultancies – with a mix of architects. graphic and industrial designers.
Michael’s role was to bring a business sensibility to the company, and by the time he left it had doubled in size.
He left in 1975 to become a partner in the Sir Basil Spence architectural practice.
In the 1980s he joined the Society of Industrial Artists and Designers, which became the Chartered Society of Designers under his leadership.

In 1988 he changed direction and became Principal of Winchester School of Art. He again took the opportunity to use his business acumen within a creative environment. He argued successfully for government funding and developed the Art schools’ links with Europe, setting up a postgraduate centre in Barcelona. His passion and understanding of architecture resulted in a rebuilding of much of the Art school with some award winning new buildings. Through his enthusiasm and hard work, Winchester’s reputation developed from being ‘a good art school in an English cathedral city’ to one of the best in Europe. When Winchester School of Art became part of Southampton University Michael was made Assistant Vice Chancellor of the University.
Michael he had many passions including painting, sport and traveling, he loved nothing better than great food, wine and company.
He leaves behind his wife, Ann, and their two children, Jake and Jana, and his three children from his first marriage – Madeleine, Beanie and Sam, as well as five grand-children.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Leslie Brian Lux (1948)

Brian Lux (1948) passed away on 19th June 2015

Leslie Lux

Peregrine Lux writes:
Brian packed a lot into his life he was never one to sit back and take things easy
He was of course a very accomplished dentist, qualifying at Guys, highly regarded by fellow professionals and officially honoured on both sides of the Atlantic.

He was always at the forefront of dental practice, and was one of the pioneers of preventative dentistry in this country born out of shock from when he first started general practising in Bradford and it was common for a full extraction and full set of dentures to be a wedding present! At that point he regretted turning down a permanent commission in the RAF having completed his National Service.

He was also constantly fighting for the benefit of the profession as a whole through his writing, as President of the General Dental Practitioners Association and as an elected member of the General Dental Council. Amolak Singh, a fellow dentist and council member, summed up many of his fellow professionals when he wrote that “The whole Dental Profession has lost a formidable colleague who devoted his life to improve the working practices of General Dental Practitioners”.

He had many other interests. He had a love of boxing, perhaps a little strange for a dentist, and he became university champion at his weight. He then went on to qualify as an Amateur Boxing coach and along with Paul Dunn trained Rickie Hatton when he was an amateur at Sale Boys.

His other passion was sailing, both in his own Westerly and participating in the Clipper Round the World yacht races.

When he finally decided to retire and move to Llandudno in 2004 any expectation that he would start to take things easy at last were quickly dispelled if anything he became even busier, writing and get published novels, magazine and professional articles, involved with writing groups and The Royal Yacht Club.

And he still ran! Doing many marathons and half marathons, always for charity and only very recently hanging up his running shoes.

Everything he did was with total passion and commitment, never half hearted, it was all or nothing. He stood up for what he believed to be right across many diverse areas and ruffling feathers did not worry him.

He will be sadly missed by his wife, family and many many friends.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Peter Janes (1943)

Peter Janes (1943) passed away on 7th September 2016

Peter Janes

Peter was born on 23rd August 1926 in the house of his maternal grandfather in Ditchling, East Sussex. He lived with his parents in Kingswood, Surrey for a short while before moving to Papworth Everard, Cambridgeshire.

Peter attended the Papworth Village School until 1936, followed by a year at The Perse Prep School, in Bateman Street, Cambridge where he passed his Scholarship Examinations to attend The Perse Upper School until 1942. Peter remembered his class teacher and cub mistress (Akela), Miss Beryl Boothroyd (later Mrs. Barry) at the Perse Prep and Mr. Keith Barry, Peter’s French Master, with great affection and gratitude for the high standards, kindness and guidance that he received. Peter stayed in touch with Mr. & Mrs. Barry and was able to tell them in later years of his appreciation of their dedication, example and good humour. The opportunity for this was in 1993 on the occasion of Mr. Barry’s 80th Birthday. Peter often used to quote the Prep Headmaster, Mr. Hugh Lindeman as saying, ‘The improvement of legibility in his handwriting, has revealed an inability to spell!’

The Headmaster in Peter’s time at The Perse Upper School was Mr. Hubert Arthur Wootton, who was very kind to Peter, especially when his father died. He taught Chemistry to the 6th Form, and Peter’s story was that Mr. Wootton was a very tall man with a very high bicycle and the boys would joke that he could see the Perse boys misbehaving on the top of a double decker bus when it stopped in the traffic. Peter also recalled that boys would be caned if seen without their cap in the town, or caught cycling on School premises. Peter was caned once for the cycling offence – not only was he cycling on School premises, but he was riding his bicycle backwards, through the cycle shed!

The Perse is 400 years old this year and Peter was very proud to have attended The Perse as a pupil. Until recently, he visited the school for Speech Days and other events. As a founder life member of the Old Persean Society, he attended many of the Annual Dinners. Having lost his father after a long illness in 1941 at the age of 41, Peter was grateful for the paternal guidance he found at The Perse, which helped him to understand the importance of good behaviour and self-discipline. He believed that the early teachings there guided him for life.

Peter was a Cadet in the RAF Section of the Combined Cadet Force for 15 months, taking part in parades, attending lectures and repairing RAF Airspeed Oxford Wings. His Certificate of Service shows that he was considered suitable for training in the RAF as a Pilot and a Pilot/Observer in the Fleet Air Arm. Peter’s love of aircraft stayed with him throughout his life.

In 1943 and awaiting conscription for Wartime Military Service, Peter’s conscription was deferred when he won an Engineering Cadetship for a three-and-a-half year course at Loughborough College, which included two years training in the classrooms & laboratories and one and-a-half years in practical and productive workshop activities. Practical training was also provided by the Loughborough engineering company, Brush Electrical, where he served his Apprenticeship. There were 180 Engineering Cadets at Loughborough College to start with and those who completed the course and achieved College Diplomas in 1946 went on to have very successful careers.

Fast-forward to 2011, Loughborough College, now a University, awarded Peter and ten of his fellow-Cadets (four posthumously) an Honorary Degree at a special Graduation Day ceremony. This was in recognition of the contribution they had all made as students of Loughborough College, to the successful University it is today. Many of the Engineering Cadets stayed in touch over the years and enjoyed Annual Reunions in Loughborough from 1966 until 2010. A wonderful and unique group of students, who came together in difficult times, worked hard and played hard; Peter was very proud to have had been part of it.

In 1946, after deferment and the war having ended, Peter was called-up into the Army and joined the Royal Electrical & Mechanical Engineers regiment (REME). Peter became a Sergeant and a Lecturer with the Army Technical Training Group. He had to know about every aspect of maintaining the Standard Army issue 3-Ton Trucks and his job in the Army School (at the works of Dickinson & Adams) in Luton, was to turn out competent mechanics. One of Peter’s favourite stories was when he was about to be demobbed from the Army and the Brigadier, Brigadier Ash, called him to his office to ask why he was leaving the Army and not making it his career. His exact answer to this is unknown but some years later, when Peter was employed by Hayward Tyler, a new prospective employee arrived and Peter was asked to interview him and show him around the factory. The new prospective employee turned out to be Brigadier Ash! Peter joined Hayward-Tyler in Luton in 1946 at a Salary of £350 a year. He was Sales Estimator, Chief Estimator, Outdoor Sales Rep. and Departmental Sales Manager. He made many lifelong friends at Hayward-Tyler, one of whom was a certain Mr. George Kinder. George was the Area Sales Manager for Flexibox and sold Mechanical Seals to Peter at Hayward-Tyler.

In 1957 George and Peter founded their original Company, G.W. Kinder & Company Limited, initially based in Woking, Surrey. Over the next few years the Company had three sites in shared offices, before establishing premises in Tabernacle Street, London in 1965. The Company remained in Tabernacle Street until moving to its present location in St. Albans in 1988. In 1962, the first member of staff was recruited and that was Jenny, closely followed by Bryan Keen, Pat Barry & Mick Clark. The Company became Kinder-Janes Engineers Limited in 1972 when Jenny, Bryan and Geoff Woodcraft joined George and Peter as Board Directors, with George as Chairman and Peter as Managing Director. George retired in 1985, Bryan in 1992 and Geoff in 1998. Very sadly, George and Geoff died in 2001 & 2002 respectively.

Incidentally, Peter also sort-of-retired in 1992, but he remained as Chairman and continued to go to the office until earlier this year. The total number of employees has remained constant at around 20 people, including the Directors, and many stay with the Company for the majority of their careers. Several employees were ex-Hayward Tyler apprentices.

Over the years the Company has established itself as a major provider of specialised pumping equipment for the great manufacturers, SUNDYNE in America & France and LEWA in Germany, and, within the UK market, mainly in the Petrochemical and Onshore and Offshore Oil Industry. This expanded into other areas and diversified with the changing times.

There have been many wonderful messages of condolence, support and expressions of affection for Peter, from people who knew him at different times during his lifetime.
Remembering him as ‘Lovely’, ‘A Gentleman’, ‘Honourable, Kind & Considerate’, ‘Of the Highest Integrity’, ‘Honest & Dependable’, ‘With high Values & Standards’, ‘Friendly with a Welcoming Smile’. All of this is true in everything he did.

Peter was very supportive of his family, Jenny’s family, his colleagues and his friends. Always there with wise words of encouragement. In business a Customer said, ‘A fine Engineer- a credit to the profession’ and another said, ‘He handled problem jobs with Friendship and Good Humour.’ A colleague, when he was going to the Himalayas in Nepal, recalled that Peter said, ‘When you are on those mountains you will realise how insignificant some of our daily problems are.’ Peter loved to talk and always had many interesting stories to tell. But he also listened, he listened intently because he believed there was always something to learn.

He loved people. He was a great communicator. He loved reunions. In addition to his School and College reunions, he enjoyed the get-togethers with his sister & cousins and spending time with his famous, very strict, Auntie Nellie who lived to the age of 107. There were several company reunions with former employees and associates – for various retirements, Peter’s 80th Birthday and for the 50th Anniversary of Kinder-Janes Engineers Limited. He enjoyed travelling and travelled as much as possible both on business and for holidays. His favourite places to visit abroad were Switzerland, France, America and Canada. Peter enjoyed going to the theatre and loved musicals, light entertainment and plays. He also attended many concerts and performances at the Royal Albert Hall. Through Peter’s dedication, skilful operation and a very fine team of loyal and diligent employees, the company of Kinder-Janes Engineers Limited steadily grew into the successful, highly respected Company that it is today.

For many years, Peter had continuous health problems to overcome and coped remarkably well. He stayed optimistic throughout and was very helpful to other patients in similar circumstances, sharing his medical experiences with them.

During his final days, Peter was unable to speak, but he still communicated with his smile and his own language. Peter will always be remembered by all who knew him. He really was amazing, wise, courageous and a rock and is survived by his wife Jenny, his daughter Sue and his son Edward.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Henry Stockings (1933)

Henry Stockings (1933) passed away on 10th February 2015.

Henry Stockings pic

Adapted from The Daily Telegraph:

Flight Lieutenant Henry Stockings, who has died aged 98, completed a 12-hour flight to bomb Danzig before spending four years as a PoW during which he carried out secret intelligence work.
Polish Independence Day was November 11 and the Danzig operation was laid on to encourage the Poles in their resistance to the German occupying forces. On the night of November 10 1940 Stockings and his crew took off from Waddington near Lincoln in their twin-engined Hampden bomber. The target was beyond the normal range of the pre-war aircraft and it had to be modified to carry additional fuel tanks fitted to the wings in place of the usual bomb racks. Three Hampdens were tasked for the operation.

The target was the docks and each aircraft also carried propaganda leaflets to be dropped over the city. Stockings was the only pilot to reach the Polish city; the other two having been forced to turn back. Bad visibility prevented the crew from locating the target so the bombs were dropped on German occupied buildings before Stockings descended to 500 feet to drop the leaflets between the city and the River Vistula.

The Hampden returned to base safely. Stockings had been at the controls of his aircraft for just over 12 hours, thought at the time to be the longest sortie by a twin-engined bomber. He was awarded the DFC, which was presented to him at RAF Waddington by the King. After the ceremony, the King asked Stockings to show him the cockpit of his Hampden.
Henry Rayner Stockings was born on August 22 1916 and educated at the Perse School, Cambridge. He then worked for his father, a director of a London-based corn and milling merchant.

In 1939 he joined the RAF Reserve and began his pilot training. On completion he joined No 44 Squadron at Waddington in the spring of 1940. He attacked targets in Germany and flew a number of mining operations, dropping his weapon from low level in the Kattegat and in Kiel Bay.

After his unique sortie to Danzig, he attacked shipping in the mouth of the River Elbe. On the night of December 20, he attacked Berlin, another target at extreme range. At 8,000 feet, his aircraft was hit by anti-aircraft fire, damaging the hydraulic system and disabling the crew intercommunication system. By a skilful piece of flying, he managed to return to base.

During February 1941, the German cruiser Admiral Hipper entered Brest harbour after a foray into the Atlantic. Bomber Command immediately launched a series of raids. Five Hampdens from No 44, including Stockings’ aircraft, attacked the warship but the cruiser was able to depart a few days later.
On March 10, he took off to bomb Cologne on his 26th operation. On the return flight, his aircraft was attacked and shot down by a German night fighter. The four-man crew bailed out and Stockings landed in a tree near the Dutch town of Venlo. He was soon captured. During his initial interrogation, he was visited by the pilot who shot him down, Hauptmann Werner Streib, who went on to be one of the most successful Luftwaffe night fighter pilots. Streib stood in the doorway, saluted Stockings and marched away.

Stockings was initially imprisoned at a camp on the Baltic coast, where he worked on tunnels before he was recruited by Wing Commander “Wings” Day (the Senior British Officer) and Squadron Leader Roger Bushell (who would mastermind the Great Escape) to be a “code user”, part of a small, secret and extremely important organisation established by MI9. During his time on No 44 Squadron, Stockings had been briefed on the use of codes by MI9.
Day and Bushell were keen to expand the coding system for passing and receiving messages, which had intelligence and escape news embedded in private correspondence. This activity required Stockings to work closely with the camp’s X organisation, which coordinated all escape activity.

In March 1942 he was one of the first PoWs to be transferred to the new camp for air force prisoners, Stalag Luft III at Sagan. Throughout his time at Sagan he remained a code user, which required him to give up all escape activities. He suffered from serious eyestrain from too much reading in poor light and applied numerous times for a proper eye-test, but the German authorities were not cooperative. He spent almost a year in the East Compound, before being transferred to the newly constructed North Compound in April 1943. He was allocated a space in Hut 104, the site of the entrance to the tunnel “Harry” used in the Great Escape on the night of March 24/25, 1944. He moved to another hut before the breakout in order to provide a space for one of the escapers.

On the night of January 27 1945 the prisoners were evacuated from Stalag Luft III with virtually no warning and, with their very modest possessions, started marching westwards on what became known as the Long March.
In sub-zero temperatures in the worst winter for decades, the march became a huge ordeal and some prisoners died. Eventually, Stockings and his colleagues arrived at an abandoned, and ransacked, old camp and were not liberated until the end of April. For his services as a code user, he was mentioned in despatches.
After leaving the RAF in September 1945, Stockings settled in Norfolk and started a poultry farm, before becoming a pig breeder. He developed and maintained an extensive outdoor herd very successfully until his retirement in 1994 at the age of 78.

He played tennis, squash and badminton well into his fifties and he reached a very high standard as a bridge player.
Henry Stockings married first, in 1945, Mabel West; she died of cancer. He married secondly, in 1956, Catherine Stirk, who survives him with a daughter from his first marriage and a stepdaughter; two sons from his first marriage predeceased him.

Obituary published in the Winter 2015 edition of OP magazine

Colin Kidman OBE (1938)

Colin Kidman (1938) passed away on 26th April 2014.

Colin Kidman

Mr Charles Kidman writes:
I feel honoured and privileged to have been asked by the School to write some words about Colin’s life. His school days started at Milton Road Infants School and he progressed to The Perse Preparatory School and onto The Perse Senior School. He clearly enjoyed his time at The Perse, a fact illustrated by the support he has given to the School over many years. He greatly appreciated the fact that the School kept in touch and acknowledged his generosity. Colin was a very proud Old Persean.

On leaving school in 1938 he went to The London School of Building, which was based in Brixton. However, during his second year in 1940, the College was bombed and totally destroyed. Colin returned to the relative peace and safety of Cambridge. He failed his medical call-up for Military Service due to his severe asthma and so then started his employment with Kidman & Sons, the family building company founded by his Grandfather in 1876. Colin’s distinguished career with the company lasted seventy two years, including forty as Chairman.

Colin represented the company at the local branch of the National Federation of Building Trade Employers. His knowledge, expertise and ability to express himself, was quickly recognised and he was asked to Chair the National Small Firms’ Committee. He held this office for many years and it involved frequent trips to London for meetings with politicians, senior civil servants and executives of national building companies. It was for this work, which he did so well, that he was awarded his O.B.E.

As is normal for busy and accomplished people, other voluntary jobs were offered. Colin became a Tax Commissioner, sat on Industrial Tribunals and became more involved with Masonry, where he held very office.

Colin’s sporting passion, apart from horse racing, was cricket. He played for The Travellers Cricket Club and was, for many years, their President. He was also, for a number of years, Chairman of the County Cricket Club.

Sadly in 2011, Colin suffered a minor stoke and, after careful thought, decided to move to Cornwallis Court, a Masonic home and Bury St. Edmunds, where he would be looked after and be less of a burden to those close to him – a typically wise and selfless decision by a much loved and respected man.

Obituary published in the Spring 2015 edition of OP magazine

John Milligan (1944)

John Milligan (1944) passed away on 24th September 2014.

John Milligan Photo

John Milligan grew up at the Perse where his father, a retired Royal Navy Chief Petty Officer, was the caretaker. John enjoyed life both in school and out of it, and at a young age progressed to Gonville and Caius with a county scholarship. He sang in the college choir, took part in tennis and hockey which he had started at school, and continued to play for many years.

Following his degree in Natural Sciences, he studied medicine at St. Barthomolews Hospital, where he met and married Doreen. After qualifying he did house jobs there, before being called up into the RAF. He thought of studying anaesthetics, but an RAF career in physical medicine soon beckoned, as he was stationed at the rehabilitation units of Chessington and Collaton Cross, where there were many war wounded recovering from injuries. Working with Kit Wynn Parry and others he helped to devise back supports and similar aids to daily living.

Along with Doreen and their four children, a posting in Singapore saw a return to general medicine while stationed at Changi. He gained his membership of the Royal College of Physicians, before retiring from the RAF in 1968 following a final posting at Headley Court, where he was a much loved boss. Physical Medicine changed to Rheumatology, and he, and his family, were delighted when he became the first Consultant in Rheumatology for East Dorset following a move to Poole. He commenced building the departments concerned in both Bournemouth and Poole and the surrounding areas.

For the next 20 years he enjoyed a very busy and successful lifestyle, but had time to participate in dinghy sailing competitively, as well as choral singing, and walking and exploring Dorset and Hampshire. A long retirement led to him being able to travel more widely and enjoy being with friends and family, and a number of visits back to the Perse.

Despite being registered as partially sighted and with Alzheimers, he remained very fit until dying suddenly at the age of 87.

Obituary published in the Spring 2015 edition of OP magazine

Terence Miller (1937)

Terence Miller (1937) passed away on 17th January 2015.

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From the Telegraph

Professor Terence Miller, who has died two days short of his 97th birthday, was a geologist and palaeontologist who, as a university administrator, came under fire from extremes of Right and Left.

Early in his career Miller contributed sections on geology to volumes of Pevsner’s Buildings of England series; as a palaeontologist he isolated and identified a group of aquatic invertebrate animals, the Upper Palaeozoic Bryozoa. But as he recalled in an interview in later life he left his academic field just as things were beginning to get interesting: “It was becoming clear even in the 1950s that something was brewing… the preliminary ripples of momentous things. I found myself having to hold up tutorials whilst my bat-brain continued to crunch and grumble over the latest papers on geomagnetic sea-bed patterns, off-set faults, oceanic trenches, ophiolite belts and the like… In the end, I left geology never to return – alas, at exactly the wrong moment!” By the time geology had undergone the great “paradigm shift” to plate tectonics in the late 1960s, Miller had left the field.

In 1967, through British government auspices, Miller was appointed principal of the University College of Rhodesia, where the administration of Ian Smith had declared UDI two years earlier. Under British rule the college (now the University of Zimbabwe) had a special relationship with the universities of London and Birmingham and was constituted as an independent institution of higher education and research, open to all races.

Miller was deeply committed to this liberal multi-racial vision and therefore came into bitter conflict with the Smith regime. He was attacked as a “commie bastard” and was once given a dressing-down in person by Smith. When, in 1969, Rhodesia declared itself a republic, with a racist constitution, Miller resigned and returned home.
His African students petitioned him to reconsider, but he explained that he would only change his mind “if the Rhodesian Front Government were to disappear overnight in a cloud of smoke”.

Two years later he was appointed director of the newly formed Polytechnic of North London and found that he had jumped out of the frying pan into the fire. The new institution had been formed from a shotgun marriage between two unwilling partners (the Northern and Northwestern Polytechnics), with an academic structure involving an unusually high level of student representation. At the time the polytechnic’s branch of the National Union of Students was in the grip of the International Socialists, a Trotskyist group for whom militancy for its own sake was a guiding principle. Even before Miller took up his appointment, the group had issued a statement promising “the most serious disturbances this country has yet seen in a polytechnic”.

They were as good as their word. Before Miller arrived, militant students staged an occupation of the polytechnic demanding that his appointment be rescinded (the fact that he had worked in Rhodesia was held against him and he was accused of “racism”, even “fascism”). He made his first appearance as director designate through a window as students had barricaded the door.

Troubles continued until the late 1970s. Students who did try to work during occupations were bullied, while non-Marxist university speakers found their lectures picketed or broken up. Governors’ and academic board meetings were invaded. Miller himself once received a black eye during a scuffle with protesters.

Miller’s somewhat autocratic, outspoken management style and his insistence on academic excellence (“elitism”, said his enemies) did not help, and some staff and governors joined students in campaigning for his dismissal. In a spirited defence of Miller in 1975, Lord Annan, provost of University College London, attacked the “brutal and brazen” treatment to which he had been subjected and declared the goings-on at the polytechnic to be a “public scandal”, but Miller did not always make things easy for his supporters. Admitting he was “not temperamentally a politician”, he once confessed that he itched “for the ability to say ‘Hang the ringleaders,’ ” adding: “One can’t unfortunately do it.” One of his key allies, Caroline Cox, the head of the sociology department, felt obliged to protest when Miller declared that “sociology is in about the condition chemistry was in when they called it alchemy.”

Despite the enormous stress on him and his family, Miller soldiered on as director until 1980, when he took early retirement, by which time the main troublemakers had left. In fact even during the worst disruption, most students came to the polytechnic to work, and despite a brief drop in admissions for some courses, the institution (now London Metropolitan University), not only survived but prospered.

Terence George Miller was born on January 19 1918 in Cambridge to Scottish parents. His father was estates manager at Jesus College, and, after education at the Perse School, Terence won a scholarship to the college to read Natural Sciences.

His studies were interrupted by the outbreak of the Second World War, during which he served, first, as a troop commander with Royal Artillery Special Forces in Norway, France, Holland and Germany and then, after a short spell in the Parachute Regiment, as a squadron commander in the Glider Pilot Regiment from 1942 until the end of the war.
After seeing action on D-Day, June 6 1944, he returned to RAF Brize Norton where he married Inga Priestman. On September 17 he returned to action at Arnhem, but was taken prisoner by the Germans on September 26 and was officially reported “missing, presumed dead”.

Sent to a camp on the Baltic coast, as the Allies advanced he and his fellow prisoners enjoyed taunting their guards by sidling up to them and whispering “Russki kom” while performing a throat-slitting gesture. He recalled the morning when the prisoners woke up to find the guards had disappeared and the whole camp was eerily quiet. As they emerged through the unguarded gates they heard the sound of an approaching tank. It stopped a short distance from them, the turret opened and a Russian soldier enquired “benzin?” (petrol?). Hastily denying all knowledge, they set off towards the western Allied lines ahead of the approaching Russians.

In 1948 Miller returned to Cambridge to complete Part II of his undergraduate studies, graduating with a First in Geology and a Harkness Scholarship.

He remained at Jesus as a research fellow, publishing two general interest books, Geology (1950) and Geology and Scenery in Britain (1953). It was through his Cambridge geology professor and mentor, Percy Allan, that he was commissioned to assist with sections on geology for the Pevsner series.

Miller continued his academic career at Keele University where he was a founding member of the Geology department. In 1965 he was appointed to a chair in Geology at Reading University. Until he left for Rhodesia, he continued his involvement with the military as a lieutenant colonel in the TA, serving in Germany, the Canadian Arctic, East Africa and Borneo where he applied his geological expertise to military engineering.

Following his retirement, Terence Miller and his wife Inga moved to Falmouth, where he enjoyed researching military history and sailing a series of dinghies in the bay. In later life they moved again to north Norfolk where he developed skills as a sculptor. Inga, who died in 2012, was a trained artist who had her own studio.
Terence Miller is survived by their son and three daughters.

Obituary published in the Spring 2015 edition of OP magazine

Brian Lister (1941)

Brian Lister (1941) passed away on 16th December 2014.

Brian Lister

Brian Lister was one of Britain’s foremost post-war designers and builders of competition cars. From its inception in 1954, the Lister quickly became a benchmark for the front-engined sports racing car; it had few competitors.

Brian Horace Lister was born on July 12 1926, one of two sons of Horace and Nell. Horace, who had trained as an engineer at Brotherwood’s, a torpedo manufacturer in Peterborough, had joined the family engineering firm (established by his own father, George, in 1890) after the First World War.

On leaving the Perse School in Cambridge, Brian was apprenticed to George Lister and Sons in 1942, completing his training in 1946, when he joined the RAF for two years’ National Service before returning to the family firm. He chose the RAF for two reasons: the prospect of using his engineering skills, and his enthusiasm for jazz (as he put it: “The RAF had the best bands”). He became a well-known performer on the drums, having formed a band, the Downbeats, during the war.
Lister had bought his first motor car – a very tired former police force MG – as soon as he could; it was swiftly replaced by a Morgan 4/4, followed by a Cooper-MG.

In post-war Britain, motorsport was enjoying a resurgence, and Lister’s thoughts turned to competition. He helped to co-found the Cambridge 50 Car Club, another member of which was a diminutive Scot, W A “Archie” Scott Brown. The two men became firm friends and shared a mechanical guru, Donald Moore, who maintained the hard-worked engines on both their cars.
John Tojeiro, in nearby Huntingdon, was a customer of Lister Engineering, and Brian bought the second Tojeiro ever built, which he started to enter in sprint events in 1951. After he had been almost beaten in one race by Scott Brown, on Moore’s advice Lister handed the feral car over to him for the rest of its career; his own interest was veering towards being a constructor.

Accordingly he asked his father to fund the development of a car bearing the family name. Horace agreed, and by the summer of 1953 the project was under way. Brian would build the car, Don Moore would provide an MG engine and Scott Brown would drive it. The car made its debut on April 3 1954 at Snetterton, and won.

At the British Empire Trophy race at Oulton Park a week later, however, there was a huge potential setback. Scott Brown was severely disabled, having only one hand and foreshortened legs, and standing only 5ft tall. Another competitor protested against his entry in the race on safety grounds, and Scott Brown’s racing licence was summarily withdrawn. It was restored two months later, on appeal, and Lister kept his faith in Scott Brown, engaging other drivers only for as long as Archie was unable to drive the car. It was to be one of the most remarkable synergies in sport.
From then on, the Lister car evolved rapidly, powered by Bristol and, later, by Maserati engines. On the strength of his Lister drives, Scott Brown was retained as a Formula 1 driver for Connaught, which somewhat frustrated Lister’s own efforts in Formula 2. Then, in 1957, the Lister Jaguar appeared, which drew everyone’s attention. That season, out of 14 races entered, it won 12, setting either a fastest lap or an outright record on each occasion. Unsurprisingly, customers appeared for the next year, and the car was put into production for 1958, powered either by a Jaguar engine or, for the American market, a Chevrolet option. Lister was suddenly in the first rank of sports car builders; if he was genuinely bemused by this, aware as he was that the car had been designed around the physical peculiarities of Scott Brown, he did not show it.

It was at a race at Spa, in May 1958, that the great adventure faltered: Scott Brown died after crashing, and Lister had to be persuaded to keep going. He did, but only after some lengthy introspection, and persistent deaths in motorsport gave him pause for more thought. Finally, in the summer of 1959, after the deaths of Ivor Bueb and Jean Behra (neither in Lister cars) he withdrew from racing, supporting existing customers until the effort wound down in the 1960s. His last foray into racing was the preparation of the works Sunbeam entries for the 1964 Le Mans race.

He remained actively involved in Lister Engineering, taking it successfully into the field of packaging machine manufacture . He also continued to pursue his interest in jazz, performing publicly as late as 1990.
An unfailingly polite, drily humorous but essentially diffident man (despite his affection for colourful bow ties), Brian Lister viewed his professional association with Archie Scott Brown as both the highest point of his career and, in the way it ended, the lowest.

He married, in 1951, Josephine Prest, who survives him with their daughter.

Obituary published in the Spring 2015 edition of OP magazine

Donald MacPherson (1977)

Donald MacPherson (1977) passed away on 27th May 2014.

Donald MacPherson

Remembered by Ranjit Bolt (1977)

Donald Macpherson was the best, the staunchest friend I ever had. He was also one of the most exuberant and positive people I have known. For these reasons, it was not merely his passing, so prematurely, but also the manner of it, that so deeply saddened me. For weeks after I heard the awful news of Mac’s death, he would be the first thought that came into my mind when I woke up. We were close friends throughout our time at The Perse. Without Mac (and I dare say the same was true in the other way round) my life at the school would have been very different, and much harder. Apart from the traits I have already alluded to, he was also blessed with a great sense of humour. I can still hear, for instance, in my mind’s ear, some of the hilarious impressions he used to do, not least of the Headmaster.

After leaving the Perse, and then Oxford, we of course stayed in touch. When I was going through a very difficult time financially, he twice helped me out, once with a sizeable loan, once with a gift. Despite the fact that we weren’t seeing nearly so much of each other as in the old days (he moved up to Scotland on leaving Oxford, to take up a job with British Rail) he remembered and valued our friendship, and stayed loyal to it. That was typical of the man – as I say – staunch, true, generous – a person of immense integrity.

One of the last conversations I had with Mac was in the spring of this year. He had called me from the hills around Perth, where he was on one of his regular long walks. He had come to a memorial to one of the Gray girls – the famous Perth family, one of whom, Effie, married the painter John Everett Millais – and wanted to tell me about it, and them. He was talking about this famous aspect of local history with such enthusiasm – sounded so full of life – I still find it almost impossible to believe that, only a few weeks later, he would be gone. I miss him hugely, and I know that he will remain in my thoughts for the rest of my days.

Obituary published in the Winter 2014 edition of OP magazine

'Sandy' Green (1942)

James ‘Sandy’ Green passed away on 7th April 2014.

Sandy Green joined The Perse in 1935 when his father Frederick was appointed Drapers Professor of French at the University of Cambridge. His favourite subject at school was chemistry but by the time he arrived at St Andrews at just 16 years of age he had decided that mathematics was his true vocation.

After two years as an undergraduate he put his university career on hold when he went to Bletchley Park to undertake war work.
‘… I arrived in August 1944, and the war in Europe was in its final phase. By that time M H A Newman’s plan to use specially designed electronic computers to assist in the decipherment of the “Fish” series of coded messages was well advanced. I was one of a number of new recruits to Newman’s section (which was called the Newmanry), and our main task was to operate these “Colossus” computers, using well-established routines.’

It was at Bletchley Park that Green met his future wife Margaret, a Wren. In 1946 Green returned to the University of St Andrews to complete his first degree. He was awarded a PhD from Cambridge in 1951. (Sandy’s brother Christopher Green (1947) graduated with a BSc in Applied Mathematics from St Andrews the same year.)

His first lecturing post (1950) was at Manchester University, where Newman was his Head of Department. In 1964 he became a Reader at the University of Sussex and in 1965 was appointed as a Professor at the newly-formed Mathematics Institute at Warwick University, where he led the algebra group. He worked as a visiting academic at Princeton and in France, Germany and Portugal. After retiring from Warwick he became a member of the faculty and Professor Emeritus at the Mathematics Institute of the University of Oxford, in whose meetings he participated actively. His final publication was produced at the age of 80.

Green found all the characters of general linear groups over finite fields (Green 1955) and invented the Green correspondence in modular representation theory. Both Green functions in the representation theory of groups of Lie type and Green’s relations in the area of semigroups are named after him. His final publication (2007) was a revised and augmented edition of his 1980 work, Polynomial Representations of GL(n).
He was elected to the Royal Society of Edinburgh in 1968 and the Royal Society in 1987 and was awarded two London Mathematical Society prizes: Senior Berwick Prize in 1984 and the de Morgan Medal in 2001.

Obituary published in the Winter 2014 edition of OP magazine

Harry C. Davis (1944)

Harry C. Davis (1944) passed away on 16th December 2014.

Dr Katerina Krikos-Davis writes:

Harry Clayton Davis was born in Beccles, Suffolk, in 1927. Following his father’s appointment as Manager of the local Midland Bank, the family moved to Cambridge in January 1936 and Harry joined the Perse Preparatory. He left the Upper School in 1944, entering Trinity College, Cambridge to read English in January 1945. A year later, he was called up for National Service in the Royal Navy and was only able to return to University for the Michaelmas Term of 1948, graduating in 1951.

After a short period of school teaching, Harry travelled to Italy intending to spend three months in Rome, but, falling under her spell, he stayed for fourteen years! He turned his hand to many things: broadcaster of news in English for Italian Radio and TV, professional translator, head of English Language courses at the Italian Middle and Far East Institute (IsMEO) and teacher of English at Rome University; he also took a second degree, with First class honours, in Italian Language and Literature, as an external student at London University.

In 1966 he was appointed to a lectureship in the Italian Department at Birmingham University, heading the department from 1989 until his retirement in 1994.

Harry co-edited Essays in Honour of John Humphreys Whitfield (London 1975) and published some good scholarly articles. Teaching, however, was his true vocation and he excelled at it. On the news of his death messages poured in from past students, including graduates of forty-odd years, some even travelling to Birmingham for his funeral.

A man of letters, a true liberal and deeply cultured, Harry was also unfailingly courteous, considerate and loyal. With a zest for life, an irresistible sense of humour and the ability to reach out to people of all ages and from all walks of life, he was a much loved figure, his company sought out to the end even by the young.

A Greek graduate student, Katerina Krikos, likewise found his personality irresistible when they first met, in May 1975. They married a year later and remained deeply devoted to each other till the end.

Obituary published in the Winter 2014 edition of OP magazine

Richard Charles (1972)

Richard Charles (1972) passed away on 16th December 2014.

Richard Charles

Steve Charles (1977) writes:

Rick Charles was one of the most high-ranking members of the RAF that The Perse has produced. He joined the RAF Legal Branch as a Flight Lieutenant after taking a Law degree at Nottingham University. After tours in Germany, Hong Kong and the First Gulf War he rose to the rank of Air Vice-Marshal and Head of the Legal Branch. He was honoured by the Queen as a Companion of the Order of the Bath in 2005.

He was always fascinated by aircraft and aviation history and had been a keen member of the RAF section in the CCF at School. He obtained his private pilot’s license while at University. More recently he flew in the skies around his home outside Cheltenham. Boyhood dreams were realised when he flew in the gun turret of a Lancaster bomber, and subsequently flew a Spitfire in the summer of 2012.

At School he had been a member of the 1st XV and 1st XI in hockey. He had a life-long passion for rugby and became a season ticket holder of Gloucester, contributing to the game as a Discipline Officer of the RFU, working on Disciplinary panels for Rugby Premiership matches and the Churchill Cup. He had many other interests: bird watching; beekeeping; Trustee of the RAF Charitable Trust and The Royal International Air Tattoo; a long-serving Cotswold Way Volunteer Warden, and long distance walks.

He was happily married to Anne from 1979 and they had two sons, Philip and Thomas. Rick retired from the RAF in 2009 and was hugely enjoying his wide portfolio of interests. He derived particular joy from flying and walking the countryside. Unfortunately over Christmas 2012 he was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive brain tumour, and despite treatment he died on 21 July 2013, aged 59.

After his death, his family and friends, including many OPs, wished to commemorate him, and permission was granted to erect a bench on the section of the Cotswold Way that he had cared for, just inside the Prestbury Butterfly Reserve above Cheltenham. The beautiful oak bench, a fitting memorial to a thoroughly decent man, will provide rest to walkers that pass by for many years to come. It has been expertly engraved with a Duke of Burgundy butterfly (to signify the bench’s location) and a buzzard (for Rick’s love of flight and nature), and also a tiny hidden bee. Rick is greatly missed by his family and many friends.

Obituary published in the Winter 2014 edition of OP magazine

Colin Stuart (1947)

Colin Stuart (1947) passed away on 16th December 2014.

Colin Stuart

Mrs Vanessa Stuart writes:

Colin joined the Royal Regiment of Artillery and served in Malaya and Singapore. He learned Mandarin Chinese with the Army and moved to the Foreign Office where he had postings in Hong Kong, Malaysia and Singapore.

Music was always a very important part of his life and he continued to be involved in one way or another through all overseas postings, indeed all his life. He was a talented and versatile musician, from Musical Director for countless amateur dramatic productions, to playing in philharmonic orchestras, to his greatest passion – jazz.

He played with Harry Gold and his Pieces of Eight and was a guest soloist with the BBC Big Band. He played in Don Rendell’s Goldsmith’s Big band in the ‘70s where he met Len Phillips. Len formed his own band in 1985 and Colin was the band’s last remaining founder member.

Once retired, he was able to enter a third career as a professional musician. His first full-time gig was lead trumpet on the QE2 world cruise and he became a well-known face on the London jazz circuit. He continued to play in the Len Collins Big Band when it was taken over by Joe Pettitt about four years ago.

Obituary published in the Winter 2014 edition of OP magazine

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