
[1947 to1953]
The picture of the 1949/50 cricket team in Edition 2 of
‘Reflections’ stirred a few memories. Seeing Bill (Will) Harris
and George Parsons again reminded me what good buglers they
were. Will was a superb soloist and along with George as second
solo, they were a great duo.
Will was something of an individualist. This manifested itself in
his choice of footwear – thick crepe soled shoes, at the time
considered a fashion item, though not thought the ideal
accompaniment to BB uniform! Another instance of this
individualistic streak was his unusual choice of socks that he
appeared to reserve for Church Parades. They were sometimes
striped, sometimes plain, but always brightly coloured. As we
prepared to lead the Parade there would be calls from within
the band of ‘Show us your socks Will!’. We were rarely
disappointed.
My memory of George has little to do with BB, more to do with
serving Queen and Country. After leaving the 70
th
I was shortly
afterwards called up to do two years National Service in the
Army. After the initial two weeks training where we were kitted
out, given short haircuts and generally chased around from
dawn to dusk the time came for the next stage of training.
Imagine my surprise and amazement on discovering that my
Squad NCO/Drill Instructor for the next eight weeks was to be
Cpl. G. Parsons RAMC. We never let on that we knew each other
and nobody ever suspected we did. I received no favours and
got bawled out the same as everyone else.
On one occasion George was taking us for drill. All was going
well or so I thought when I was
startled to hear a voice
(George’s) echoing across the Parade Ground ‘Holbrook, you’re
marching like a crab!’
I had in the past wondered why success had eluded me in the
Best Drilled Private competition. I wondered no more.
Peter Ellis [1956 to 1970]
Last year Kath [my wife] and I holidayed in Yorkshire and on
one day visited a county show. Some of the exhibits were
housed in marquees and when entering I was at once reminded
of the highlight of the BB year…. “camp week”.
Amongst my BB memorabilia I have a camp fund card for 1959
recording my payments which started on the 15
th
February! The
grand total of £4-17-0d, a seniors payment, was paid in
installments of 5/-d, 7/6d and 10/-d. As far as I remember boys
under 15 paid a reduced rate- good value for transport, shelter
and four meals a day! My payment card records that by the
26
th
June I had paid off the full amount.
remember the bread and cheese and a blob of red or
brown sauce, together with a mug of cocoa?
Camp for most of would have been the first time we had been
away from our parents for a period of time. Instead we were in
the care of a strict and forbidding (or so it seemed at the time)
older boy, our NCO tent commander. My first in 1956 or 57 was
Bernard Matcham. Who could forget the training and initiation
into camp routine & tent inspection? Blankets folded the
correct way, rolling up the brailing, laying out of our kit in the
precise way and of course the cleaning of belts and shoes.
One year in the late 50’s the company traveled by rail to
Axminster en route to camp at Charmouth. Being in the
baggage party with Roly Clark [the officer in charge] we had to
ensure about 60 kitbags, officers cases, the ex WD ammunition
boxes we used for the enamel plates and mugs and cutlery,
and the large porringer were on the same train as the camp
party. Embarking at Tooting Junction- no problem. Changing at
Wimbledon for the main line steam train entailed riding the
station lift to move all this equipment to another platform was
a real challenge, but I do not recall any items going astray. At
Axminster we all piled into the back of a lorry which took us to
the camp site, on that occasion the lorry was quite reasonable
not like the one used to take us to Church Parade in
Bridgeport, which smelt very strongly of fish!!
There are so many aspects of camp to remember, the meal
parades, orderly duties (innumerable items to wash up) the
morning and evening prayers when the officers
brought the
gospel to us. The special atmosphere of evening prayers
following supper has particular memories, with the hissing
Tilley lamps and the hymns sung accompanied by the
harmonium.
All these different experiences played a part in our growing up
process and I am sure that they were used by the Lord to lead
me to come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as my Saviour, as
did other members of the company.
There are many more memories of camp over the period 1956-
1968 as both a boy and officer, but they will keep for another
time!
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“The special atmosphere of evening
prayers following supper has particular
memories, with the hissing Tilley lamps
and the hymns sung accompanied by the
harmonium
.”
Peter Ellis