The Autumn term, 1960, will surely go down in the history
of the School as one of the most memorable terms of all times. So much has
happened that it is very difficult to know just where to start, so perhaps
the only safe way is to take the events in strict chronological order.
On Thursday, 8th September, 1960, a revolutionary change in
the administration of the Home took place. Two of our junior houses
'died', namely Buxton and Kinnaird, and a new house was 'born' namely
MacAndrew, and instead of having senior and junior houses, all houses
would house senior and junior boys, in other words we were really turning
over to the family group system within the Home. This change meant a lot
of hard work for all Home staff as well as upheavals for some of the boys,
but I am sure everyone will agree that it will be in the interests of all
concerned in the future. This great step forward has only been made
possible, as the present inhabitants are well aware, by the completion of
the new wing, which completely houses the MacAndrew House, and when I say
completely I mean completely. There is sleeping accommodation 'for
thirty-five boys (and not more than seven in anyone room), a housemaster,
reading and quiet rooms, games room, bathrooms and toilets. This is only
the beginning, because work is already under way to make the
accommodation for the other houses in the main building up to the same
standard.
The eternal question one hears from staff and interested
friends of the School is 'do the boys appreciate what is being done for
them?', and I find it a difficult question to answer, because any boy of
the age group we have at the School is always wary about expressing his
innermost feelings but I do think that the appreciations will be voiced by
the boys when they have been away from us, say, 3 months? Appreciative or
not, I do feel that it is up to all of us with an interest of the Home at
heart, to try and instil into the boys the importance of home-life and to
do our utmost to kill this anti-social attitude which some of the. boys
seem to adopt.
In the
60s the only House staff members that did not change was of course Mr. "Pop"
Steel and Mr. "Skip" Culver. (Skip did retire) The others we must have lead them a merry life
as one moment they were the life and soul of Goldings, the next moment they
were Gone to pastures new.
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here to view the staff of 1967
In the early 60s each
houses
would compete each term, to decide who is 'top house' for the term. The
trophy was called the
Queens' Cup, because it was donated by David Wheatley,
who had been a student of Queens' College, Cambridge and had won this cup
for being the table tennis champion in his final year at college.
The Best House
Almost invariably when old boys write to me they mention the
School House to which they belonged and usually end up by
saying I expect Pairns or Somerdeen, as the case may be, is still the best
house in the School.
Now-a-days we have a competition to determine the best
House each term. Points are awarded for cleanliness and orderliness of each
house territory and also points may be won for good work in the School and
workrooms, for sporting achievements and indeed for any efforts which add
lustre to the School and help to make its
life interesting and purposeful. The winning House holds the
'Queens Cup' for the ensuing term.
Friendly and good humoured rivalry is productive of good
results. We all know that the general standard of cleanliness
in
dormitories, sitting-rooms, bathrooms and toilets within
each
House is so high that the members of staff who volunteer to
act as judges find it very difficult to find fault anywhere. The net result
is that everyone benefits, for we all enjoy comfortable, wholesome and
hygienic living quarters.
The House which wins the Cup is naturally
confirmed in its opinion that it is the best House, but I doubt whether the
also-rans
in this competition are equally convinced and reconciled to
admitting themselves inferior. It's quite justifiable to be
loyal to your own house and maintain that it is the best, so long as you
genuinely try to make it so. After all there are qualities which cannot be
assessed as worth so many points in a competition. If there is harmony and
good will between the senior boys and the House parents you have a good
House. If new recruits to the School placed in your House are welcomed into
an atmosphere which is wholesome, you have a good House. If they receive
fair treatment and their conduct is
improved
by
following the example of their elders, you have a good House. Do you
consider that when you are an old boy you will be able to think back with
satisfaction to the time when you were a member of the best House in the
School and that you by your words and example helped to make it and keep it
so?
R.F.W.
The
Goldonian Winter 1961
When you arrived at the William Baker Technical School (Goldings)
you were given a number which also allotted the house you would be in.
The school was split into 5 houses in the 60s, each house had about 35 boys the
houses were split into dormitories, which had 5 to12 lockers and beds. The
house captain was in charge of most things around the house.
Each day was started with dormitory inspection the points
won would go forward to the end of year House competition, shields and the
Queens Cup was up for grabs, we all did it for the honour of the House. The
inspection took in all aspects of keeping the dormitory clean and tidy, along
with our hygiene standards, we had to make it shine like a new pin, prior
to inspection, we walked about in socks so as not to scratch the shine of
the floor. It was all done by hand, using Ronuk wax polish and Big heavy
‘bumpers’, weighted polishers, with cloth underneath to bring up a finish.
The beds had to be made up military style with blankets and sheets made up
in a bedrolls blanket, sheet blanket then wrapped with the third blanket
with the bedspread covering the bed. The beds were made up when you
returned from school or place of work each day.
We were awoken with
Reveille ‘Charlie Up’, each
day, apart from holidays, when the American version was used, which had a
bit more swing. The next call to be heard was ‘cookhouse, then it was the
mad rush down the winding stone
stairs, to the outside
at which we had to line up rank and file
outside the dining hall, unless it was raining then we were allowed to
enter via a small back door. We
entered by house into the huge dining hall, with pastel coloured walls, the hotplates and
urns spotlessly clean, bowls of "pongy" porridge, in white plates, door
step slices of bread, we called Jinners that had un-spreadable round chunks of margarine
in the winter, added to this memory was the aroma of fried egg and bacon, fried
bread, beans and tomatoes.
This was done every breakfast time including
lunchtimes and tea time, the only difference was the change of food on
offer, but the smell was just the same. Then peace until the last post that was sounded, each and
every night, then lights out ten minutes later.
This was in the 60s so how
much had it changed from your day? We know that one famous old boy had to
drink water from the toilet as there was no running water in the main
building, apart from the one toilet. So they never washed their hands! Come
to think of it nor did we.
Little did we or the staff realise all this would close before the start
of the 70s.
Frank Cooke
1964 to 1966