|My Memories of PRS & Jever|
|Len's P R S Home Page|
|I started this page many years ago (1988) as part of a site to celebrate the diversity and variety which I have enjoyed. It was then that I heard about Liz's attempts to bring together (1993) old friends that had shared PRS as a common experience. My aims were then lost as I became more involved in the TWA site. As a result of the book that is being written brought my focus back to why I had started this page and having dug out my notes from years ago I plan to complete these pages.|
|Back Ground||Top of page|
|Like all servicemans children I was moved from one RAF Station to another for as long as I can
remember. Most of the places had been fun and I had never minded until my Parents, wanting the best for me, sent me to a boarding School in North Devon. I was totally unprepared for the faceless, impersonal life, the bullying and the lonliness - much of it my own
making as I had nothing in common and to be such a misfit resulying in my hating every minute of it. Much of my 3 years was spent in attempting to run a way or work out to how to be taken away - I was eventually successful if however ignominiously. During this time I did make 2 very good friends that even now think of them with fondness also it started my love of farming which I was to pursue later in life. |
A scholastic history can be found elsewhere in my site but suffice it to say - I moved around when in 1962 when my Fathers posting was to Jever. It was good timing as I was getting over my first experience (!!!???!!!) - which had altered my feelings towards girls, through betrayal, temporarily for the worse - although I laugh about it now.
I was 16 in that year doing my GCE "O" level exams with the N U J M B in the June and this was Feb. The UK was locked into one of the coldest winters since 1946 - even the sea froze in places. The trip to York was frought with problems and we were delayed in getting to York, however, the train at York was held up and still there to take us on our way. From London we flew to Hanover. As we flew into Hanover the plane before us skidded off the runway so we had to circle before it was safe to land. The thrill of being in a different country, catching the train to Wilhelmshaven and the arrival at our first house.
|My brother and sister presented PRS with no problem and were placed in forms comparable to the
UK schooling. Me - well that was different matter. Between Mr Sharp and my Parents it was decided that I should continue with the NUJMB, since PRS was linked to London University, as the corriculum was different. This immediately put me apart since I could not fit into any class. |
In a way it was fun sitting at the back of classes - not being a part of that class but being present. It was also decided to keep me as a Day pupil as a result of my previous experiences at boarding school. The aim was for me to self study for my own exams. It did not work out so well as for subjects like Biology, Chemistry and Physics since the N U J M B had a practical exams which PRS was not organised to cope with. The London exams did not have practical exams except in Biology. Also my specimens were different and were not available to me for my exams.
The outcome is a matter of history - surfice it to say I was about to re do my 5th year for the second time which brought its own embarresments since I was now a year older than my fellow students.
|First days - Mar 1963||Top of page|
|My first day at P R S... I was assigned Howe... the trip to the Bonteheim for Lunch - no room to go to - middle of the term - no friends. Buddy Holly playing at full volume singing "That'll be the day and Maybe Baby" .. The Flea Rekkers playing "Bitter Rice" - many years later I was to get these records and still play the 7" 45rpm records. During the term I managed to make good friends with Robin Williams (Collingwood?) who left the following year.|
|First Year - Sept 1963|
|This year I was elevated into the 6th year but most of the time spent in 5th form classes retaking all my "O" level exams - My Introduction to Miss Tebbs and for the first time in my school life being taught English and despite her valiant efforts she was not well rewarded. Miss Tebbs summed me up well in my report of Spring 1964" .... Leonard works keenly and seems to absorb what is said to him. But on paper he is still weak and creates difficulties where there are none. He is not without ideas ....." This made me the oldest in the 5th form which a couple of the teachers took delight in reminding me when I got the answer wrong. In the October I was made a Monitor with duties both on the School bus and limited within the house - such as at Lunch times. Later, I was to be allocated a room so I could take an active part within the house but that was not until 1964.|
As we were in the winter term football was the sport of the season but I had only ever played Rugby. To my delight I was told to go swimming - I think that was because I could do less damage in the pool, once my abilites at playing football had been experienced. It was not so bad as it was with the girls but they saw me as an outsider and ignored me.
As I was left to my own devices I made friends with the German teenagers that regulalry visited the pool and eventually made friends with Jutte Lemke. She spoke very little English and I no German but we met each week and kept each company. Eventually I managed to ask her home to Tea. My Father took me to pick her up from her home - her parents were not happy about it from what I can remember and the next week Jutte was not at the pool. The girls had obvioulsy noticed what was going on from the comments they made voicing their disapproval. As a day pupil I could get away from it at the end of each day.
It was about this time that I met Terry. What brought us together I cannot remember but we were inseparable each lunch time as we walked around the playing fields talking to each other, reciting from the Goon Show, talking about our lives.
|Free Time & Interests||Top of page|
|At weekends I was playing Junior League Rugby for a German team - S C Varel. I was never allowed to go to Hamburg when the team played there. We even got to the semi finals in Hanover in the May 1964, however, I was allowed to go on this trip. I was getting on well with the players all of whom wanted to learn English - Many of them were in the last days of school or first year of National Service. One player was a crew member on the E-boats in based in Wilhelmshaven and whilst I was taken around it I never got my trip out to sea. I looked forward to the Saturdays when I played Rugby as it gave me a chance to play the game I enjoyed as well as getting out with lads of my own age. We never got drunk in the pub after the game but on one occasion having had a little to much Jever Pils we lost the car. After about an hour walking around the town (Varel) we did find it - parked right out side the front door of the Pub and our changing rooms but I was not able to see it for little pink elephants.!!!! On another occaision we were drinking on our way to a game, I think in Hanover, when we got fed up at an unmanned rail crossing and decided to cross it only to stall the car across the tracks. We could not get it started as we saw the train approach ... the car did start in time. On another occasion ai remember we made a nuisance of our selves with a couple in a car. Good fun was the order of the day.|
|Second Year - Sept 1963|
|6th Form Conferance|
|11th to 18th July 1964|
Being selected to represent the School at the first 6th Form Conferance in Aylesbury and still keeping all the programmes and paper cuttings. On my return being asked to talk about it in the Current Affairs (?) class on the Wednesday and for week after week bringing it all into school but always being told next week. Eventually I had enough and decided not to ask and also stopped bringing my notes - only to find John Meredith saying to day is the day and me saying I had stopped bringing the details in with me. - No one ever knew what had happened.
|Third Year - Sept 1964|
|Other Pupils||Top of page|
|Brothers & Sister|
|Day Pupils||Top of page|
|The other day pupils - we all went our own way after school. My Brother and Sister mixed more than I. Next door to us lived the Huntons ( Posted out about 64). The other side were the Bonnies (posted out around 64) and Masons. I have tried to remember all the names but have a few missing
|What of Now|
|What of now - many students I would like to talk to about those days but feel its all behind me and we have all moved forward. Those girls to whom it could be an embarrasment to reminisce - I still enjoy watching from a far. Faces I would like to put names to. The cliques I would like to break into but then as now having nothing in common and nothing to say. So I sit on the outside still keeping the anonimity still but remembering it as my spiritual home.|