Today is quite a day. For a start it’s Thor Heyerdahl’s
100th birthday. He died in 2002 and was a hero of mine when I was a boy.
Heyerdahl believed that Polynesia had been colonised from South America and not
Asia as academic orthodoxy at the time believed. To prove
his theory he decided, as you do, to construct a 60 ft-long balsa raft with
sails, its design based on ancient pictures of the South American Indian’s
ocean-going vessels. He named his raft Kon-Tiki and in 1947 Thor set off from
the Peruvian port
of Callao . For 101 days
he and five friends drifted across the Pacific, pushed by warm currents and the
south-east trade wind. They lived on shark and caught rainwater in woven buckets and
eventually, almost 4,500 nautical miles later, the raft ran aground on the
Raroia reef, just off Tuamotu Island , the southernmost tip of Polynesia .
I only know this because of a Monday morning assembly I remember in
infant’s school. The headmaster was a Heyerdahl fan and he managed to put
across his enthusiasm to the children, well to the boys at least, and we spent
many happy playtimes sailing across various oceans on our imaginary raft and
eating imaginary shark. It all seemed so exciting and it was due to that single
assembly that I decided to become an explorer when I grew up.
Of course I never did. But I’ve always been interested in
archaeology since then and I have my old headmaster to thank for that. I
mention this because today is also World Teacher’s Day and my old headmaster,
whose name escapes me, but who had black hair and glasses and a daughter called Dolcie, must have been a
pretty good teacher to inspire me in this way.
There have been a few teachers over the years that have
moved me along a new path. Miss Johnson kindled my interest in painting and
drawing, encouraging me to develop my skills, Hubby Clibbon told me that I
could become anything I wanted and that I was a natural leader, Mr Ramsey (who
I called just Ramsey much to his frustration) was interested in my ideas and talked to me like a person for the first time and not just a schoolboy. There are others – Mrs Barrett, Mademoiselle Reidyl, Helen
Tacque, my old chemistry teacher (another name I can’t remember), Chunky Gould,
Don Bessant.
A good teacher can make the difference between you grasping
something or not. At school I couldn’t do maths and my teachers made me feel
that there was no hope that I ever would. I never did pass my maths O level,
but after school I realised that I am actually pretty good at maths. Now I’m
not saying that it was all down to the teachers, but being made to stand on a
chair because I couldn’t recite my eight times table, aged six, probably didn’t help. I
also remember at senior school not being able to use a slide rule properly and having my
maths teacher rap it over my knuckles until it broke into splinters.
No wonder I have always shied away from numbers.
I hear so many people say: I really liked English or
Chemistry or German, but I didn’t like the teacher. How many of us have not
taken a subject that interested us because the teacher was unapproachable, or
happy to throw the board rubber at you if you weren’t giving him your full
attention? I would have loved to learn the trampoline but our ex-army PE
teacher took the piss out of me so much for being fat, that I never dared.
Fortunately, to balance that, there are also teachers who can
make you believe that you can cross oceans on imaginary rafts - even if you can’t
remember his name.
There's been a very good R4 afternoon series called "The Educators" on recently talking about new educational theories, etc., one of which was to almost remove the teachers from education altogether. Fascinating stuff. Disappointed recently, too, by a teacher acquaintance who told me that they never listen to R4... (which, to me, might be part of the problem...)
ReplyDeleteWell, I have gleaned a great deal of my knowledge and outlook from listening to Radio 4.
DeleteSteph Rogers on FB
ReplyDeleteMr groom
Andrew Height
DeleteThanks Steph it was driving me crazy. What was the one after called, the one that banned jeans and made us use italic nibbed pens?
Steph Rogers
DeleteThink u mean mr ellis?
Andrew Height
DeleteI think you are right there too. I wasn't keen on him.
Steph Rogers
DeleteDont ask how the hell i remember but he always used to say his full name! George frank austin ellis!! God andrew dont know why i always remember that!!!
Andrew Height
DeleteGod indeed Steph! Your memory is phenomenal. All I remember about him was that I thought he was an arse and made us follow stupid rules
Gloria Brown on FB
ReplyDeleteMr Broom, he had a son called Jonathan, not sure what his daughters name was?
Steph Rogers
ReplyDeleteDarcy!
Gloria Brown
ReplyDeleteSorry Groom
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteWasn't it Dolcie? She had black curly hair.
Steph Rogers on FB
DeleteYes think ur right on this one Andrew Height!!
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DeleteAndrew Height
Well, between us we put the pieces together. We were so lucky to go to a school like that. Mt Broom and his family used to live in the schoolhouse and sometimes Dolcie would be in the garden at playtime, I'm not sure that Ellis did though.
Emma Cholmondeley on FB
ReplyDeleteI hope I leave something worthwhile in the heads and hearts of some of my pupils then maybe it'll all be worth it!
Andrew Height
DeleteWell, I wrote my blog tonight for you. So I hope so too.
Emma Cholmondeley
DeleteTo hear a teenager say "ahhhh Mrs Cholmondeley, she inspired me"- that would be just wonderful
Andrew Height
DeleteI have no doubt that there will be dozens at least Emma.
and the rest of that Facebook conversation:
ReplyDeleteSteph Rogers Yes mr Ellis did live In the cottage nxt to the school im sure? And the caretaker used to live in the 1st cottage by the School, didnt mr groom live in the School house? Part of the school,
Gloria Brown It was Mr Ennis yes that lived in the cottage and the caretaker can't think of his name?
Yes, I'm sure Mr Groom lived in the school house!
Gloria Brown Sorry Mr Broom x
Gloria Brown Mr Ennis was my teacher who liked animals, I really liked him
Gloria Brown Mr Lane was one of the caretakers in the school opposite St Joseph's church!
Steph Rogers Oh yes he was! Oh no Gloria this is starting all over again about our old
Gloria Brown It's so nice to go down memory lane x
Steph Rogers Yes it is they were good days x
Andrew Height I wasn't a fan of Mr Ennis, but I loved Mrs Mathews. I remember Mr Lane. He always had a fire bucket full of sawdust to suck up the sick in the hall after assembly. Yes, it is good to share these memories.
Gloria Brown Yes, I remember the dreaded fire bucket too!
Gloria Brown Mr Richards (taffy) was the best teacher, he took us for PE, loved sports day!
Lindsey Messenger I remember rosehip picking with Mrs Matthews to make wine...and elderflowers.
Andrew Height Taffhy lived on Kings Close on the block just down from us. He had loads of kids and liked a drink. He was a really nice man once got nreally angry with me for smashing Nigel Lancaster's head against a wall. Nigel and I were the best of friends after that.
Gloria Brown Oh really!
I remember Clive & Steve Richards Taffy's sons. Did Nigel have a big brother?
Lindsey Messenger yeah I think Nigel did have a brother.
Andrew Height Yes. The Lancaster family, Nigel, his brother, and his mum lived in a caravan behind a pub. His mum was the cook. He and his brother faked a UFO which was published in the Thames Gazette and then exposed the week after. Such a scandal. I think the pub might have been the Nag's Head. Later she worked at Shergold's where I had a Saturday job.
Gloria Brown Oh yes, I remember the caravan behind the pub!
Lindsey Messenger Or was it the Black Horse ?..... Amazing how a few comments can bring back so many memories
Gloria Brown Yes, I think it was the Black Horse was Nigel's brother called Barry?
Andrew Height Was the library on North Street? If so it was the pub on the corner at the top opposite the market. I should blog my memories of Thame more often. Thanks all.
Andrew Height Yeah, it could have been Barry. He was a bit wild I remember. Great times
Lindsey Messenger No library was at bottom of Blackhorse Lane....Pub at the top
Andrew Height Of course! Thanks Lindsey.