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Went to Kenya in 1950 and stayed until 1984. Now living in Loftus. UK\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStanley (Stan)\u0026nbsp; was born on 16 February 1924 in the village of Ferryhill, County Durham. Legend has it that he weighed in at 16 lbs, but this fact should be treated with some scepticism since his mother, Elizabeth, was tiny,\u0026nbsp; only 4\u00278, and he was born at home and\u0026nbsp; weighed on the kitchen scales.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002250\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Baby Stanley (about 6 months old ish) - could he have been 16 lb at birth?\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe was the middle child of five children, he had two older brothers,\u0026nbsp; Charlie and Jack,\u0026nbsp; and a younger sister and brother Ellen and Don. The picture shows the children in their back yard at Metal Bridge (left to right) Ellen, Stan, Charlie and Jack - Don had yet to be born.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002251\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stokoe children at Metal Bridge, before Don was born circa 1928\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHis father, Michael,\u0026nbsp; was a coal miner at Tursdale Colliery. The family initially lived at Metal Bridge, a couple of miles away, but they later moved to Tursdale. Their house\u0026nbsp; was in a small terrace: a basic \u0022two up and 2 down\u0022 with a scullery, no bathroom and an outside toilet, His mother Elizabeth was a full time housewife.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002237\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stan as a small boy, with his father Michael\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022Feb 16 1929\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIn the early days the family\u0027s staple diet included \u0027bread and dip\u0027\u0026nbsp; ie bread and dripping from the Sunday roast. Stan went to the local primary school (East Howell School) and, when he was older, worked on his Uncle Dave\u0027s chicken farm in the school holidays; he was not a particularly good student but his Father did not want him to work down the mine. Stan was fortunate, and thanks to the intervention of his Uncle Jack, who was himself a school teacher, Stan was offered a place at Rycotewood School in Tame, Oxfordshire where he started when he ws 14. This school changed his life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ERycotewood school (see separate article) was founded by a philanthropist called Cecil Michaelis in 1938 to assist deprived children from rural and mining backgrounds and to develop them into skilled craftsman. Stan was there for 4 years and he loved it. The matron, Mrs Harley became his substitute mother, encouraging him and all the other boys to study hard and take all the exams available to them. He made some great friends, some of who he is still in touch with, they had a big \u0027Old Boys\u0027 reunion at the school in\u0026nbsp; 2007? The furniture workshop established by the school is still in existence and it now part of Oxford and Cherwell Valley College (http:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhen war broke out in 1940 Stan was only 16 but he later joined the Fleet Air Arm in 1942.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002252\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stan joins the navy in 1942\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe signed on with the Royal Navy - Fleet Air Arm, in Oxford, and after training in Lee-on-Solent, Cheshire, Canada (advanced flying) and Scotland, he was stationed in Ceylon, at Trincomalee Harbour, on general flying duties atttached to 733 Squadron. He was de-mobbed back in Lee-on-Solent in 1946. Although Stan insists that he did nothing brave, he has war medals for \u0027being there\u0027, He describes being \u0022shit scared\u0022\u0026nbsp; when he was shot down\u0026nbsp; - twice- and had to bale out of his aircraft. He is\u0026nbsp; a member of the \u0027caterpillar club\u0027\u0026nbsp; - for owing his life to a silkworm. For each occasion he was awarded a tiny gold silkworm broach, with ruby eyes.and his name engraved on the back (insert pics).\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He also had a special goldfish tie for owing his life to a life-raft.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter the war Stan went to Loughborough College, along with some of his Rycotewood contemporaries, to study woodwork, crafts and teaching\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002238\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Rycotewood Old Boys at Loghborough College\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022May 1 1948\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E(He was awarded an honorary degree when Loughborough became a University in 2010.)\u0026nbsp; It was at Loughborough that he met Muriel, where she was secretary to the Principal and they were married in 1949. His first teaching job was in Stockwell, London and while there he applied to the overseas service and was offered a job at the Duke of York Boys school in Nairobi, Kenya. He flew out in January 1950, followed 6 months later by Muriel and baby, Janet. (Son Michael and daughter Katherine were born in 1954 and 1957 respectively) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EKenya was another turning point in Stan\u0027s life, another great adventure in a country he came to love and where he had a wonderful life between 1950 and 1984, progressing from teaching \u0027European\u0027 boys in a public school environment\u0026nbsp; to teaching African students to be teachers and ultimately becoming the Principle of Kericho Teachers College in 1962. He was \u0027the last white Principle\u0027 and was awarded the MBE for services to education in Kenya (1970s).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002292\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stan receiving the MBE from the Kenya High Commisoner in 197?\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter stepping down as Principle from Kericho College when\u0026nbsp; his job was \u0027Africanised\u0027\u0026nbsp; in 1969 \/ 70 Stan went to work at Machakos Teachers\u0027 College until finally in 1984, aged 60, he retired and returned to live in England.\u0026nbsp; \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIt was in Machakos that Muriel died (from a pulmonary embolism following an operation to remove a cyst from her brain) in 1976. Two years later a new teacher arrived at the college from London - Wendy Hann. Over the next six years their friendship grew as they shared life in Machalos centred on the Sports club and holidays at the coast. In 1984 Stan and Wendy were married in Machakos church with a reception at the Sports Club before returning to England to live in Loftus (North Yorkshire).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022271\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stan and Wendy get married in 1984\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022wedding photo\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022wedding photo\u0022,\u0022title\u0022:\u0022Stan and Wendy get married in 1984\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser\u0022}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStan had a garage business in Loftus which he started with his elder brother Charlie in the late 60s. When Charlie died in 1975 Trevor and Rosemary Harding took over as managers and Stan worked with them from 1984 while Wendy did supply teaching.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u002293\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022teaser\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value2][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u0026nbsp;The garage (petrol sales and car repairs) struggled financially and was eventually closed in 1996. Stan and Wendy continued to live in Loftus, in the terrace house which they bought and extended in 1982\/3 and from which they travelled extensively.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETwice they returned for holidays in Kenya but they also enjoyed escaping the winter weather in North East England and spending time in France, Spain, Greece and wintering in Cyprus several years in a row (1996- 2004) Highlights of their travels included a month long house swop in San Fransisco where Jan and Kathy joined them for two weeks; a canal trip through France with Kathy and her boyfriend Robbie; and three trips to visit ex Kenya friends at their home in Iceland. Many friends have madde the trip to visit Stan and Wendy in Loftus and they have made many new local friends, their house is right opposite the Station Hotel ! !\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWhen Stan first came home he had two brothers and a sister living in the North East and Stan was delighted to be able to see so much more of them. It was a great sadness when Ellen, Jack and then Don died one by one. Stan himself has overcome ill health over the years and now struggles with Alzheimers. He reached his 90th birthday on 16 February 2014, although he was unfortunately in hospital he was able to enjoy a family get together in the ward - children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and his neice and nephew. Later, on 24th March, Stan and Wendy celebrated their 30th wedding aniversary, with Stan being home from hospital (although still suffering from Alzheimers). Another chapter in a very varied life.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022264\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022preview\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022preview\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_title_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Seafood and Champagne to celebrate 30 years together\u0022,\u0022field_file_image_alt_text[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022Stan and Wendy 30 th \u0022,\u0022field_when[und][0][value][date]\u0022:\u0022\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022height\u0022:\u002220\u0022,\u0022width\u0022:\u002220\u0022,\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022Stan and Wendy 30 th \u0022,\u0022title\u0022:\u0022Seafood and Champagne to celebrate 30 years together\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-thumbnail image-style-panopoly-image-thumbnail media-element file-preview\u0022}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStan and Wendy at 25 years - happier times\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStokoe\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp\u003EFather of Janet, Michael and Kathy. Went to Kenya in 1950 and stayed until 1984. Now living in Loftus. UK\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStanley (Stan)\u00a0 was born on 16 February 1924 in the village of Ferryhill, County Durham. Legend has it that he weighed in at 16 lbs, but this fact should be treated with some scepticism since his mother, Elizabeth, was tiny,\u00a0 only 4\u00278, and he was born at home and\u00a0 weighed on the kitchen scales.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/50\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Baby Stanley (about 6 months old ish) - could he have been 16 lb at birth?\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20typ%20baby%20pose_1.jpg?itok=OT4XqVc2\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe was the middle child of five children, he had two older brothers,\u00a0 Charlie and Jack,\u00a0 and a younger sister and brother Ellen and Don. The picture shows the children in their back yard at Metal Bridge (left to right) Ellen, Stan, Charlie and Jack - Don had yet to be born.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/51\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Stokoe children at Metal Bridge, before Don was born circa 1928\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stokoe%20children%20at%20M%20Bridge%20%28no%20Don%29.jpg?itok=g0Iv0F7f\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHis father, Michael,\u00a0 was a coal miner at Tursdale Colliery. The family initially lived at Metal Bridge, a couple of miles away, but they later moved to Tursdale. Their house\u00a0 was in a small terrace: a basic \u0022two up and 2 down\u0022 with a scullery, no bathroom and an outside toilet, His mother Elizabeth was a full time housewife.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/37\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Stan as a small boy, with his father Michael\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Dad%20and%20Grandad.jpg?itok=dMfR-JY5\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIn the early days the family\u0027s staple diet included \u0027bread and dip\u0027\u00a0 ie bread and dripping from the Sunday roast. Stan went to the local primary school (East Howell School) and, when he was older, worked on his Uncle Dave\u0027s chicken farm in the school holidays; he was not a particularly good student but his Father did not want him to work down the mine. Stan was fortunate, and thanks to the intervention of his Uncle Jack, who was himself a school teacher, Stan was offered a place at Rycotewood School in Tame, Oxfordshire where he started when he ws 14. This school changed his life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ERycotewood school (see separate article) was founded by a philanthropist called Cecil Michaelis in 1938 to assist deprived children from rural and mining backgrounds and to develop them into skilled craftsman. Stan was there for 4 years and he loved it. The matron, Mrs Harley became his substitute mother, encouraging him and all the other boys to study hard and take all the exams available to them. He made some great friends, some of who he is still in touch with, they had a big \u0027Old Boys\u0027 reunion at the school in\u00a0 2007? The furniture workshop established by the school is still in existence and it now part of Oxford and Cherwell Valley College (\u003Ca href=\u0022http:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk\u0022\u003Ehttp:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk\u003C\/a\u003E)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhen war broke out in 1940 Stan was only 16 but he later joined the Fleet Air Arm in 1942.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/52\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Stan joins the navy in 1942\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/young%20navy%20Stan.jpg?itok=QuurlAXb\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe signed on with the Royal Navy - Fleet Air Arm, in Oxford, and after training in Lee-on-Solent, Cheshire, Canada (advanced flying) and Scotland, he was stationed in Ceylon, at Trincomalee Harbour, on general flying duties atttached to 733 Squadron. He was de-mobbed back in Lee-on-Solent in 1946. Although Stan insists that he did nothing brave, he has war medals for \u0027being there\u0027, He describes being \u0022shit scared\u0022\u00a0 when he was shot down\u00a0 - twice- and had to bale out of his aircraft. He is\u00a0 a member of the \u0027caterpillar club\u0027\u00a0 - for owing his life to a silkworm. For each occasion he was awarded a tiny gold silkworm broach, with ruby eyes.and his name engraved on the back (insert pics).\u00a0\u00a0 He also had a special goldfish tie for owing his life to a life-raft.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter the war Stan went to Loughborough College, along with some of his Rycotewood contemporaries, to study woodwork, crafts and teaching\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/38\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Rycotewood Old Boys at Loghborough College\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Rycotewood%20old%20boys%20at%20Loughborough.jpg?itok=PVyqssw1\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E(He was awarded an honorary degree when Loughborough became a University in 2010.)\u00a0 It was at Loughborough that he met Muriel, where she was secretary to the Principal and they were married in 1949. His first teaching job was in Stockwell, London and while there he applied to the overseas service and was offered a job at the Duke of York Boys school in Nairobi, Kenya. He flew out in January 1950, followed 6 months later by Muriel and baby, Janet. (Son Michael and daughter Katherine were born in 1954 and 1957 respectively) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EKenya was another turning point in Stan\u0027s life, another great adventure in a country he came to love and where he had a wonderful life between 1950 and 1984, progressing from teaching \u0027European\u0027 boys in a public school environment\u00a0 to teaching African students to be teachers and ultimately becoming the Principle of Kericho Teachers College in 1962. He was \u0027the last white Principle\u0027 and was awarded the MBE for services to education in Kenya (1970s).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/92\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg title=\u0022Stan receiving the MBE from the Kenya High Commisoner in 197?\u0022 class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20receiving%20MBE.jpg?itok=EqoA9JcR\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter stepping down as Principle from Kericho College when\u00a0 his job was \u0027Africanised\u0027\u00a0 in 1969 \/ 70 Stan went to work at Machakos Teachers\u0027 College until finally in 1984, aged 60, he retired and returned to live in England.\u00a0 \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIt was in Machakos that Muriel died (from a pulmonary embolism following an operation to remove a cyst from her brain) in 1976. Two years later a new teacher arrived at the college from London - Wendy Hann. Over the next six years their friendship grew as they shared life in Machalos centred on the Sports club and holidays at the coast. In 1984 Stan and Wendy were married in Machakos church with a reception at the Sports Club before returning to England to live in Loftus (North Yorkshire).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/271\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022wedding photo\u0022 title=\u0022Stan and Wendy get married in 1984\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20and%20Wen%20wedding_1.jpg?itok=SXFnEpJO\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStan had a garage business in Loftus which he started with his elder brother Charlie in the late 60s. When Charlie died in 1975 Trevor and Rosemary Harding took over as managers and Stan worked with them from 1984 while Wendy did supply teaching.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/93\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/stokoe%20Bros.jpg?itok=Ea26V70W\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u00a0The garage (petrol sales and car repairs) struggled financially and was eventually closed in 1996. Stan and Wendy continued to live in Loftus, in the terrace house which they bought and extended in 1982\/3 and from which they travelled extensively.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETwice they returned for holidays in Kenya but they also enjoyed escaping the winter weather in North East England and spending time in France, Spain, Greece and wintering in Cyprus several years in a row (1996- 2004) Highlights of their travels included a month long house swop in San Fransisco where Jan and Kathy joined them for two weeks; a canal trip through France with Kathy and her boyfriend Robbie; and three trips to visit ex Kenya friends at their home in Iceland. Many friends have madde the trip to visit Stan and Wendy in Loftus and they have made many new local friends, their house is right opposite the Station Hotel ! !\u00a0\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWhen Stan first came home he had two brothers and a sister living in the North East and Stan was delighted to be able to see so much more of them. 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Charles Stokoe died just 2 years later aged 22. The 1901 census shows Michael (aged 6) living with his grandparents - Michael and Annie Price - along with his mother, Annie Stokoe and younger sister Hannah Maud who was born in 1896.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/300\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022Grandad\u0022 title=\u0022Micky aged 16\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Grandpa%20aged%2016.jpg?itok=Ycb6_I8T\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAnnie later married Robert Lumley, another coal miner, and they lived at 8 The Blocks, Metal Bridge and eventually had 5 children; in addition to Michael and Hannah the 1911 census lists Beatrice Annie Stokoe b 1902, Robert Lumley b 1900, and Elizabeth Jane Lumley b 1909. (Annie Price died in 1961 aged 82, I never met her although I was 11 when she died)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EMichael Stokoe, known as Micky, saw action and won medals in the First World War. He signed up on 10 September 1914 aged 20 (height 5\u00276\u0027\u0027, brown hair, blue eyes, fair complexion and unmarried) and was discharged to civilian employment on 17 January 1919.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/298\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022Grandad\u0022 title=\u0022Michael Stokoe in 1814\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Grandpa%20aged%2017%20in%201914.jpg?itok=tWtfsPGk\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe served in\u00a0 several battallions - including Anson, Nelson and Drake - within the Royal Naval Brigade No 1 which was one of several forming the Royal Naval Division. Apparently in 1914 there were more recruits to some army regiments than they could handle so they were transferred to the Navy which wanted defence for its bases. 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After being gassed and wounded in 1918, he was later sent to Derriford Camp, Plymouth to convalesce.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/299\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022Grandad\u0022 title=\u0022Micky is top right\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/G%20dad%20with%20medal%20in%201917.jpg?itok=QfuonPlv\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EMichael was awarded the Military Medal for bravery in November 1917. Formal citations for this medal were never publishedand establishing the reason for the award is notoriously difficult. Other medals he was awarded included: -\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E1914\/15 Star,\u00a0 for fighting in France and Belgium and for the retreat from Mons in 1914; Victory and War medals (awarded at the end of the war);\u00a0 2 cap badges (Nelson and Drake) for acts of bravery in the face of the enemy. (pic)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EMichael\u00a0 returned to civilian duties as miner\u00a0 in Tursdale\u00a0 colliery in January 1919 and worked there until he retired. He married\u00a0 Elizabeth Miller in 1916 and they had 5 children: - Charlie b 1919, Jack b 1921, Stan b 1924, Ellen\u00a0 b 1925 and Donald b 1932. He died on 27 September 1966 of lukemia (?),\u00a0 aged 72 in Tursdale.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI only saw my Grandad when we came to England every two to three years, on leave from Kenya,\u00a0 so I didn\u0027t know him very well. I do remember him coming home from the pit looking black with coat dust and Granny would fill the big tin bath in the scullery with hot water from the fire and scrub him clean. 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It seems just as difficult to find time to write now as when I was in the office \u2013 I\u0027ve been meaning to write for ages. The end of term is usually pretty hectic, even the Matrons have a lot to do \u2013 all the bedding to collect and send to the laundry, supervise the storing away of mattresses, and so on (86 mattresses and the the relative number of sheets and blankets, for the two houses in my block).\u003C!--break--\u003E A couple of weeks before the end of term we had house plays \u2013 Stan was responsible for two, because he was producing the Delamere play (\u201cThe Dear Departed\u201d - quite amusing) and helping one of his Prefects produce the Junior play, which was a silly thing all about buried treasure, and the whole House (35 of them) were in it. All the little ones were pirates, wearing their pyjama trousers and games jerseys and coloured hankies on their heads \u2013 they looked quite colourful on the stage, especially as they had all given themselves moustaches, beards, black eyes, scars, tattoo marks, and so on, with black ink. They had a fine time, as you can imagine. Some of them are so small, they are really quite children; they are all twelve or thirteen years old, but some of them really do look such \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Elittle\u003C\/span\u003E boys, especially in their pyjamas, In contrast, the Head of the House, who is sixteen only, is about six feet tall and proportionately well developed! He made an impressive Pirate Chief, with all the little ones as his crew. The Delamere play was quite well done, and everyone enjoyed it. Two of the boys made very good women, with borrowed clothes and a little stuffing ! I did the make up and a good time was had by all.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn Palm Sunday, the School Choir (which includes some of the staff and some borrowed soloists) did Bach\u0027s St Luke Passion. Dominic Spencer is a keen musician, and he trained them. They worked very hard at it and it went off very well (though of course not quite like the Alleyn\u0027s choir! - the school isn\u0027t up to that standard yet.) Stan is in the choir, Mrs Spencer says he has a very nice voice, but he needs to learn to read music. He thoroughly enjoys the choir. I wish I could be in it too! - I may insist on being in it next year, even if I don\u0027t exactly help I think I could promise not to hinder, because they are hoping to have a go at the \u0027Messaih\u0027 and I know that so well... Stan has been going to rehearsals every Sunday night during this term, so that has been another night on my own. During term time we wives don\u0027t see much of our husbands, although they are working on the spot. -there is always something happening, games duties, house duties, plays, meetings and so on.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThis Wednesday, when all the boys had gone, we had a staff party down in the new boarding block. We had dinner first, then dancing in the new common room (which is one of the few rooms in the school that have parquet floors instead of red concrete). The Head is very keen on Scotch Reels, the Dashing White Sargeant, and all those, and he had everyone doing them, the men stripping off their dinner jackets and dancing in their shirt sleeves, some with braces and some with trousers tied up with scarves or ties ! It wasn\u0027t exactly dignified, and extremely warm, but quite fun. I should think the boys would have had a laugh if they could have seen some of them galloping about and puffing and blowing. Now that our Staff is up to about 30 strong (including Matrons) some of them are \u0027not as young as they were\u0027. The Head himself is a very good dancer, though he looks a lot older than his forty five odd years.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ELast week was quite an exciting week (for us), as we also had a party of our own on Saturday, for my birthday. We thought it was about time we did, as we haven\u0027t had once since we\u0027ve been here. We made quite a lot of preparations, and I cooked sausage rolls and cheese straws,and made dozens of \u201ctoasties\u201d. About 20 people came, and it all went off very nicely. You will be glad to hear that it was a very sober party, and not nearly as much liquid refreshment was consumed as we had catered for. I think that usually happens at that sort of party \u2013 people are too busy chatting (and in this case eating) to drink very much. So it didn\u0027t cost as much as we\u0027d expected. Janet was a little angel for once, and slept all evening without stirring, in spite of considerable noise. I had my hair cut and curled, and made myself a dress of grey coat-taffeta, which was quite a success, though it only cost about 50\/-. (it would have cost at least \u00a315 if I\u0027d bought it) Everyone seems to approve of my hair short \u2013 I\u0027m going to have it permed at the end of the month.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe most exciting piece of recent news is that the Art Master is unexpectedly leaving this term, and as a Relief could not be found, I am going to teach Art for two terms! I am very thrilled about this, its what I\u0027ve always hoped might happen, of course, but never really expected it. Its not \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eabsolutely\u003C\/span\u003E definite yet, but I think it must be as we had the dinner party as farewell to Mr Roberts, and the school presented him with a silver tankard, so it would be a bit silly if he didn\u0027t go now. I don\u0027t know yet what salary they are going to pay me, as I have no actual teaching qualification, but it should be more than I get as a Matron, I hope. Anyway, even if it isn\u0027t, I am still very pleased and it will be a jolly interesting experience, and I have much more confidence about teaching now than I would have had ten years ago. I\u0027m quite sure I can manage as well as \u0027Taffy\u0027, who is really a woodwork instructor and has had no art training at all. Unfortunately, the school has no art room as yet, pnly a temporary classroom with not much space and a rickety floor, but it will at least be fun. I hope I shan\u0027t have any trouble with discipline \u2013 I think I will be all right as long as I can keep them interested, and that shouldn\u0027t be hard, there are so many aspects to art that Taffy hasn\u0027t touched on and that they could have a go at. About twenty boys are taking School Certificate in December in Art, the others can do what they like, there is no syllabus to be followed. And School Certificate Art is very simple \u2026.This will help me make an effort to produce more of my own work, too. Stan has bought me a very nice big easel and some more brushes and paints, and I am definitely going to try and do some oil painting this holiday. I want to do some portraits. I\u0027ve done one or two in pastel, one of Pam was quite successful, but the others not so, - I need more practice, but I\u0027m pleased to find that I\u2019m not really any \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eworse\u003C\/span\u003E than I was when I left the Art School. Kate Spencer wants me to do her three little girls in pastel, I do hope I can make a good job of it. Children are difficult, of course, it\u0027s the sitting that\u0027s the trouble. The older one may be able to sit a bit, but I\u0027m not sure about the others. I shall have to make some preliminary sketches from photographs, I expect. I\u0027ll try and do one of Janet, too. I\u0027ve had her Polyfoto taken, and will sent you some of the little ones with this letter \u2013 they are quite good, and I am getting a big one for you later, - they are being done now, as a matter of fact, but I don\u0027t know whether I can send them Air Mail or not.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI must go now and see about Janet\u0027s dinner, Stan has had her out all morning,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003Eand I expect he\u0027s about had enough of it by now \u2013 she is a \u0022little angel\u0022 and \u0022so sweet\u0022 in small doses to other people, but she is a handful in large doses, and can be an absolute little devil! I\u0027m quite sure she\u0027s more mischievous than any boy, and always, every minute, getting into some trouble or other, - running off with the scissors, spilling ink on the carpet, climbing upon chairs and getting things out of drawers, eating things, scribbling on the wall, and all the rest \u2026 if smacked, she smacks back! If frustrated, she throws herself on the floor and yells, or scratches... but when she \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eis\u003C\/span\u003E good, she\u0027s adorable, talks any amount in English and Swahili, looks at books and is very affectionate. Of course, she is worse with me than anyone, won\u0027t let me out of her sight for two seconds, even to go to the lavatory, and climbs all over me if I try to read or sew, demanding attention, wanting to be in on it too. I know this is only natural at this age, but it\u0027s very exhausting, especially as she hardly ever goes to sleep in the afternoons now, and is at it all day. Fatuma has gone off today on two and a half week\u0027s leave, so it will be good practice for my patience! Stan wants to go off for four days with Harry and Peter Collister on a golfing and fishing trip, - I\u0027m not awfully keen on the idea of being alone with Janet, especially at night, but it seems a bit mean if I object to him going. I wish I could go too, but Janet would be a menace in a hotel. Of course, Pam Hesketh is at work in any case, and has her own friends in town, and is quite please for Harry to go, I think she is having a girlfriend to stay with her, and Ann Collister is one of those tough types who doesn\u0027t mind being alone, in fact she says it is a nice change, and means she can read in bed! \u2026 Her two boys are four and five, so they are able to be sent out on their own to play quite a bit now. I suppose I must be tough too, but I must say I am happier with Stan around. 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Chrysanthemums will grow, I have a few - but they bloom very near the ground and won\u0027t grow long stalks. I don\u0027t know why.. I must say it will be nice to see the apple blossom and spring flowers again. Thre is nothing quite as \u0027dewy looking\u0027 here \u2013 the flowers tend to be bright red or yellow or orange and rather showy. Roses will grow well if cared for, but they need manure and a good deal of attention and they only bloom for short seasons, whereas most of the annuals go on and on blooming. Flowers do get a bit scarce at the end of the dry season. I had a few rather faded zinnias and one or two odds and ends but nothing worth picking for weeks. We\u0027re now hoping for more rain to bring new blooms along.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI seem to have 3 letters of yours not answered, which is rather awful, but I\u0027ve been awfully pleased to receive them. I do look forward to your letters very much... I can quite believe Irene is thin, but I can\u0027t imagine Geoffrey being fat \u2013 are you sure you\u0027re not exaggerating?\u0026nbsp; Irene told me about the basement flat but it didn\u0027t sound too bad \u2013 in fact, she sounded quite thrilled about it. Are they going to take it? I don\u0027t really know what you mean about Gordon \u0027selling his birthright\u0027 \u2013 perhaps Irene will tell me about it. It souns rather rash to me, though I don\u0027t know.... I wonder if the \u201cMacs\u201d will end up here \u2013 I think they would like it. I suppose he has a degree in which case he would be an Education Officer and probably get quite a good salary. There seems to be a shortage of teachers, we have had an awful job getting staff here \u2013 we have two women teaching already, Mrs Spencer (who was a teacher before she married) and Mrs Maclennan, who was a Matron, but who has taught French for years as well \u2013 she is French, of course. Now there\u0027s me \u2013 we really are very short-staffed waiting for various specialists. Scientists and mathematicians seem to be particularly scarce. So many people seem to be interested in jobs here, then change their minds and don\u0027t want to leave England after all, or go to another Colony. I think quite often the wives don\u0027t want to come out here. We have quite a few temporary or only partially qualified people this year, two men had to be transferred here from Primary schools to fill gaps. The Colonial Office seems to do a lot of blundering and putting people off by long delays, etc, making the Education Department and Headmasters here furious.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan has read \u201cLast chance in Africa\u201d, he borrowed it from somebody, and I glanced through it but didn\u0027t read it properly. I must get hold of it and read it again. I\u0027m glad you found it so interesting.. Also I\u0027m glad you saw \u201cNo Vultures Fly\u201d. We missed it here, it only came for a week,and we\u0027re hoping it may come back again. We heard all about it, of course. They made quite a \u201cdo\u201d of the premiere here. We\u0027ve only been to the pictures once in months and months. That was to see Bette Davis in \u201cAll about Eve\u201d, which was good, but not outstanding.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENow about Janet \u2013 I\u0027ve already told you what a little pickle she is. Physically she\u0027s fine, and so far has not had any set backs. She\u0027s grown inches in the last year, and all her clothes have become too small. I have been very busy making her clothes: 2 pairs of viyella pyjamas (one piece with flaps) as her baby nighties are at last finished, a clydella duster-check skirt with blouse and two pairs of knickers. I am going to make another skirt and dress for \u0027best\u0027 (pale yellow clydella which was old stock and I got cheap \u2013 7\/90 a yard, wheras the new lot was 13\/- - what a difference!) I\u0027m also knitting her a jersey (she is wearing the cardigans a lot now and finding them very useful) She is nearly 3 ft tall now (about 35 \u00bd \u201c) and weights 30lbs. She is fairly solid in the body still, but her legs have lengthened a lot and got a bit slimmer. She is very cuddlesome and attractive to look at. She\u0027s not much trouble now over her pot or sleeping at night, though she wets her beds fairly frequently still. She doesn\u0027t wear nappies and has improved since she\u0027s had her new pyjamas. She refuses to be woken and \u201cpotted\u201d, she cries to get back to bed and is so upset at being woken that I haven\u0027t the heart to do it. If I do, ten to one she won\u0027t use the pot,and only gets thoroughly wakened up and cross. She is occasionally naughty over her food and spits it out, but generally eats fairly well. She enjoys breakfast and dinner, likes a boiled egg best of all \u2013 I give her an egg most days now, either for breakfast or late tea \u2013 that all right isn\u0027t it? She still won\u0027t eat tea at 4.30 or even 5 and prefers her supper at bedtime, after her bath, though this is supposed to be wrong according to all the books. I find difficulty in knowing what to give her for supper or tea. She\u0027s tired of \u0027farex\u0027 now and isn\u0027t awfully good with cornflakes or porridge either, nor will she eat much bread and butter or sweet things \u2013 except chocolate which she loves! She likes meat now, and fish, and relishes chicken and is quite good with vegetables as a rule. She also loves tomato, but she\u0027s not very good with puddings. As I said before, she talks fluently, can express almost anything she wants to say \u2013 in fact is very good at expressing her wants in a forcible manner. She has just started the saying \u201cNo\u201d phase, too, and can be very obstinate. She can be quite \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Einfuriating\u003C\/span\u003E at times \u2013 I suppose most children are. I shall be glad when she gets to the next stage, of playing with things properly, at the moment she wants to be doing something \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eactive\u003C\/span\u003E all the time and its difficult to know what to give her to keep her quiet. I resorted to giving her scissors and a big sheet of paper the other day (after much pleading) \u2013 they kept her quiet half an hour \u2013 you should have seen her intent face, trying to cut! I suppose its rather a risky occupation at two, though. She kept opening her mouth every time she tried to open the scissors! Of course she wants every bottle and jar and tube of toothpaste opened and all my make up things to play with, and all the drawers and cupboards turned out, - demanding \u201cMummy, open it\u201d or \u201cMummy, in there?\u201d or \u201c\u0027oos that?\u201d I\u0027ve told her about \u0027Granny Katherine\u0027 and Granny Stokoe\u0027 and all the others and she repeats the names, but I don\u0027t think she has much idea of what I\u0027m talking about. Its difficult to explain as no-one here has a Granny.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDo make Janet a frock if you\u0027d like to, she can do with plenty of cotton ones as she\u0027s grown out of the first ones I made her. I\u0027ll measure her tomorrow and give you the measurements at the bottom of this page. I really must stop and go to bed now, its 11o\u0027clock and Stan has fallen asleep on the sofa! I\u0027ll try and answer your questionnaire tomorrow, but if I haven\u0027t time I\u0027ll post this and write again later in the week, when I\u0027m on my own. I know you must be getting anxious and eagerly awaiting a letter. I really must try and write more regularly, I\u0027m always wanting to write!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMuch love, and thanks for your birthday wishes, I had a nice birthday and several presents this year but its \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eawful \u003C\/span\u003Eto think of the \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eage\u003C\/span\u003E I\u0027ve reached \u2013 34! I can\u0027t really believe it \u2013 I\u0027ll soon be middle aged.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003ELots of love Muriel\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003EEaster Monday 1952 (from DOYS Nairobi)\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022padding-left:30px\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDear Mother,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI feel very guilty about not writing to you for so long \u2013 I just don\u0027t know where the weeks have gone to! It seems just as difficult to find time to write now as when I was in the office \u2013 I\u0027ve been meaning to write for ages. The end of term is usually pretty hectic, even the Matrons have a lot to do \u2013 all the bedding to collect and send to the laundry, supervise the storing away of mattresses, and so on (86 mattresses and the the relative number of sheets and blankets, for the two houses in my block).\u003C!--break--\u003E A couple of weeks before the end of term we had house plays \u2013 Stan was responsible for two, because he was producing the Delamere play (\u201cThe Dear Departed\u201d - quite amusing) and helping one of his Prefects produce the Junior play, which was a silly thing all about buried treasure, and the whole House (35 of them) were in it. All the little ones were pirates, wearing their pyjama trousers and games jerseys and coloured hankies on their heads \u2013 they looked quite colourful on the stage, especially as they had all given themselves moustaches, beards, black eyes, scars, tattoo marks, and so on, with black ink. They had a fine time, as you can imagine. Some of them are so small, they are really quite children; they are all twelve or thirteen years old, but some of them really do look such \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Elittle\u003C\/span\u003E boys, especially in their pyjamas, In contrast, the Head of the House, who is sixteen only, is about six feet tall and proportionately well developed! He made an impressive Pirate Chief, with all the little ones as his crew. The Delamere play was quite well done, and everyone enjoyed it. Two of the boys made very good women, with borrowed clothes and a little stuffing ! I did the make up and a good time was had by all.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn Palm Sunday, the School Choir (which includes some of the staff and some borrowed soloists) did Bach\u0027s St Luke Passion. Dominic Spencer is a keen musician, and he trained them. They worked very hard at it and it went off very well (though of course not quite like the Alleyn\u0027s choir! - the school isn\u0027t up to that standard yet.) Stan is in the choir, Mrs Spencer says he has a very nice voice, but he needs to learn to read music. He thoroughly enjoys the choir. I wish I could be in it too! - I may insist on being in it next year, even if I don\u0027t exactly help I think I could promise not to hinder, because they are hoping to have a go at the \u0027Messaih\u0027 and I know that so well... Stan has been going to rehearsals every Sunday night during this term, so that has been another night on my own. During term time we wives don\u0027t see much of our husbands, although they are working on the spot. -there is always something happening, games duties, house duties, plays, meetings and so on.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThis Wednesday, when all the boys had gone, we had a staff party down in the new boarding block. We had dinner first, then dancing in the new common room (which is one of the few rooms in the school that have parquet floors instead of red concrete). The Head is very keen on Scotch Reels, the Dashing White Sargeant, and all those, and he had everyone doing them, the men stripping off their dinner jackets and dancing in their shirt sleeves, some with braces and some with trousers tied up with scarves or ties ! It wasn\u0027t exactly dignified, and extremely warm, but quite fun. I should think the boys would have had a laugh if they could have seen some of them galloping about and puffing and blowing. Now that our Staff is up to about 30 strong (including Matrons) some of them are \u0027not as young as they were\u0027. The Head himself is a very good dancer, though he looks a lot older than his forty five odd years.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ELast week was quite an exciting week (for us), as we also had a party of our own on Saturday, for my birthday. We thought it was about time we did, as we haven\u0027t had once since we\u0027ve been here. We made quite a lot of preparations, and I cooked sausage rolls and cheese straws,and made dozens of \u201ctoasties\u201d. About 20 people came, and it all went off very nicely. You will be glad to hear that it was a very sober party, and not nearly as much liquid refreshment was consumed as we had catered for. I think that usually happens at that sort of party \u2013 people are too busy chatting (and in this case eating) to drink very much. So it didn\u0027t cost as much as we\u0027d expected. Janet was a little angel for once, and slept all evening without stirring, in spite of considerable noise. I had my hair cut and curled, and made myself a dress of grey coat-taffeta, which was quite a success, though it only cost about 50\/-. (it would have cost at least \u00a315 if I\u0027d bought it) Everyone seems to approve of my hair short \u2013 I\u0027m going to have it permed at the end of the month.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe most exciting piece of recent news is that the Art Master is unexpectedly leaving this term, and as a Relief could not be found, I am going to teach Art for two terms! I am very thrilled about this, its what I\u0027ve always hoped might happen, of course, but never really expected it. Its not \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eabsolutely\u003C\/span\u003E definite yet, but I think it must be as we had the dinner party as farewell to Mr Roberts, and the school presented him with a silver tankard, so it would be a bit silly if he didn\u0027t go now. I don\u0027t know yet what salary they are going to pay me, as I have no actual teaching qualification, but it should be more than I get as a Matron, I hope. Anyway, even if it isn\u0027t, I am still very pleased and it will be a jolly interesting experience, and I have much more confidence about teaching now than I would have had ten years ago. I\u0027m quite sure I can manage as well as \u0027Taffy\u0027, who is really a woodwork instructor and has had no art training at all. Unfortunately, the school has no art room as yet, pnly a temporary classroom with not much space and a rickety floor, but it will at least be fun. I hope I shan\u0027t have any trouble with discipline \u2013 I think I will be all right as long as I can keep them interested, and that shouldn\u0027t be hard, there are so many aspects to art that Taffy hasn\u0027t touched on and that they could have a go at. About twenty boys are taking School Certificate in December in Art, the others can do what they like, there is no syllabus to be followed. And School Certificate Art is very simple \u2026.This will help me make an effort to produce more of my own work, too. Stan has bought me a very nice big easel and some more brushes and paints, and I am definitely going to try and do some oil painting this holiday. I want to do some portraits. I\u0027ve done one or two in pastel, one of Pam was quite successful, but the others not so, - I need more practice, but I\u0027m pleased to find that I\u2019m not really any \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eworse\u003C\/span\u003E than I was when I left the Art School. Kate Spencer wants me to do her three little girls in pastel, I do hope I can make a good job of it. Children are difficult, of course, it\u0027s the sitting that\u0027s the trouble. The older one may be able to sit a bit, but I\u0027m not sure about the others. I shall have to make some preliminary sketches from photographs, I expect. I\u0027ll try and do one of Janet, too. I\u0027ve had her Polyfoto taken, and will sent you some of the little ones with this letter \u2013 they are quite good, and I am getting a big one for you later, - they are being done now, as a matter of fact, but I don\u0027t know whether I can send them Air Mail or not.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI must go now and see about Janet\u0027s dinner, Stan has had her out all morning,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003Eand I expect he\u0027s about had enough of it by now \u2013 she is a \u0022little angel\u0022 and \u0022so sweet\u0022 in small doses to other people, but she is a handful in large doses, and can be an absolute little devil! I\u0027m quite sure she\u0027s more mischievous than any boy, and always, every minute, getting into some trouble or other, - running off with the scissors, spilling ink on the carpet, climbing upon chairs and getting things out of drawers, eating things, scribbling on the wall, and all the rest \u2026 if smacked, she smacks back! If frustrated, she throws herself on the floor and yells, or scratches... but when she \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eis\u003C\/span\u003E good, she\u0027s adorable, talks any amount in English and Swahili, looks at books and is very affectionate. Of course, she is worse with me than anyone, won\u0027t let me out of her sight for two seconds, even to go to the lavatory, and climbs all over me if I try to read or sew, demanding attention, wanting to be in on it too. I know this is only natural at this age, but it\u0027s very exhausting, especially as she hardly ever goes to sleep in the afternoons now, and is at it all day. Fatuma has gone off today on two and a half week\u0027s leave, so it will be good practice for my patience! Stan wants to go off for four days with Harry and Peter Collister on a golfing and fishing trip, - I\u0027m not awfully keen on the idea of being alone with Janet, especially at night, but it seems a bit mean if I object to him going. I wish I could go too, but Janet would be a menace in a hotel. Of course, Pam Hesketh is at work in any case, and has her own friends in town, and is quite please for Harry to go, I think she is having a girlfriend to stay with her, and Ann Collister is one of those tough types who doesn\u0027t mind being alone, in fact she says it is a nice change, and means she can read in bed! \u2026 Her two boys are four and five, so they are able to be sent out on their own to play quite a bit now. I suppose I must be tough too, but I must say I am happier with Stan around. I hate sleeping alone in the house.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E9.30pm\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI meant to finish this on the typewriter, but went to sleep after lunch (Janet actually went to sleep today) and then we went out for a walk. The school is very quiet, quite a few people are away.We have a swimming bath now! The filtration plant has not arrived yet, but it has been filled with water for the holidays and not many people will be in it. I haven\u0027t been in yet but Stan went in yesterday, and took Janet for a splash \u2013 he\u0027s trying to teach her to swim. I should think she\u0027ll be able to swim by the time we come on leave now that we\u0027ve got the bath here. The bath, by the way,is not supplied officially, it was paid for by a loan, subscribed half by the government and half by parents and friends \u2013 a lot of Kenya people have money. The loan will gradually be repaid over a period of years \u2013 about 30, I think - out of money paid by the boys in small fees for use of the pool \u2013 10\/- a term or something like that. Its cost about \u00a36,000, I believe. Now they are collecting money to build a squash court.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe weather has been very tiring, we haven\u0027t had very much rain as yet. We had two or three extremely hot, exhausting weeks in March \u2013 average temperature nearly 90\u0027 in Nairobi and hot dry winds. The grass was like hay and the trees were wilting. Then it broke and we had a heavy storm one night, about a fortnight ago, and quite a lot of rain, then another heavy shower or two some days later, then it seemed to pass away again. Everything freshened up and the grass is now quite green, but people are worried that the rains are going to fail this year (last year we had too much of course).I hope we get some as I want to do some gardening \u2013 this is a huge garden and at present there is not very much in it. I have dug up two large beds and they\u0027re waiting to be re-planted \u2013 I have some seeds in boxes, but I was rather late in sowing them this year. As to flowers (mentioned in your last letter) the only things that really won\u0027t grow here are the \u201cspring\u201d flowers \u2013 daffodils, tulips etc and some of them \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Ewill\u003C\/span\u003E grow up in the hills in the cooler wetter areas. Chrysanthemums will grow, I have a few - but they bloom very near the ground and won\u0027t grow long stalks. I don\u0027t know why.. I must say it will be nice to see the apple blossom and spring flowers again. Thre is nothing quite as \u0027dewy looking\u0027 here \u2013 the flowers tend to be bright red or yellow or orange and rather showy. Roses will grow well if cared for, but they need manure and a good deal of attention and they only bloom for short seasons, whereas most of the annuals go on and on blooming. Flowers do get a bit scarce at the end of the dry season. I had a few rather faded zinnias and one or two odds and ends but nothing worth picking for weeks. We\u0027re now hoping for more rain to bring new blooms along.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI seem to have 3 letters of yours not answered, which is rather awful, but I\u0027ve been awfully pleased to receive them. I do look forward to your letters very much... I can quite believe Irene is thin, but I can\u0027t imagine Geoffrey being fat \u2013 are you sure you\u0027re not exaggerating?\u00a0 Irene told me about the basement flat but it didn\u0027t sound too bad \u2013 in fact, she sounded quite thrilled about it. Are they going to take it? I don\u0027t really know what you mean about Gordon \u0027selling his birthright\u0027 \u2013 perhaps Irene will tell me about it. It souns rather rash to me, though I don\u0027t know.... I wonder if the \u201cMacs\u201d will end up here \u2013 I think they would like it. I suppose he has a degree in which case he would be an Education Officer and probably get quite a good salary. There seems to be a shortage of teachers, we have had an awful job getting staff here \u2013 we have two women teaching already, Mrs Spencer (who was a teacher before she married) and Mrs Maclennan, who was a Matron, but who has taught French for years as well \u2013 she is French, of course. Now there\u0027s me \u2013 we really are very short-staffed waiting for various specialists. Scientists and mathematicians seem to be particularly scarce. So many people seem to be interested in jobs here, then change their minds and don\u0027t want to leave England after all, or go to another Colony. I think quite often the wives don\u0027t want to come out here. We have quite a few temporary or only partially qualified people this year, two men had to be transferred here from Primary schools to fill gaps. The Colonial Office seems to do a lot of blundering and putting people off by long delays, etc, making the Education Department and Headmasters here furious.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan has read \u201cLast chance in Africa\u201d, he borrowed it from somebody, and I glanced through it but didn\u0027t read it properly. I must get hold of it and read it again. I\u0027m glad you found it so interesting.. Also I\u0027m glad you saw \u201cNo Vultures Fly\u201d. We missed it here, it only came for a week,and we\u0027re hoping it may come back again. We heard all about it, of course. They made quite a \u201cdo\u201d of the premiere here. We\u0027ve only been to the pictures once in months and months. That was to see Bette Davis in \u201cAll about Eve\u201d, which was good, but not outstanding.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENow about Janet \u2013 I\u0027ve already told you what a little pickle she is. Physically she\u0027s fine, and so far has not had any set backs. She\u0027s grown inches in the last year, and all her clothes have become too small. I have been very busy making her clothes: 2 pairs of viyella pyjamas (one piece with flaps) as her baby nighties are at last finished, a clydella duster-check skirt with blouse and two pairs of knickers. I am going to make another skirt and dress for \u0027best\u0027 (pale yellow clydella which was old stock and I got cheap \u2013 7\/90 a yard, wheras the new lot was 13\/- - what a difference!) I\u0027m also knitting her a jersey (she is wearing the cardigans a lot now and finding them very useful) She is nearly 3 ft tall now (about 35 \u00bd \u201c) and weights 30lbs. She is fairly solid in the body still, but her legs have lengthened a lot and got a bit slimmer. She is very cuddlesome and attractive to look at. She\u0027s not much trouble now over her pot or sleeping at night, though she wets her beds fairly frequently still. She doesn\u0027t wear nappies and has improved since she\u0027s had her new pyjamas. She refuses to be woken and \u201cpotted\u201d, she cries to get back to bed and is so upset at being woken that I haven\u0027t the heart to do it. If I do, ten to one she won\u0027t use the pot,and only gets thoroughly wakened up and cross. She is occasionally naughty over her food and spits it out, but generally eats fairly well. She enjoys breakfast and dinner, likes a boiled egg best of all \u2013 I give her an egg most days now, either for breakfast or late tea \u2013 that all right isn\u0027t it? She still won\u0027t eat tea at 4.30 or even 5 and prefers her supper at bedtime, after her bath, though this is supposed to be wrong according to all the books. I find difficulty in knowing what to give her for supper or tea. She\u0027s tired of \u0027farex\u0027 now and isn\u0027t awfully good with cornflakes or porridge either, nor will she eat much bread and butter or sweet things \u2013 except chocolate which she loves! She likes meat now, and fish, and relishes chicken and is quite good with vegetables as a rule. She also loves tomato, but she\u0027s not very good with puddings. As I said before, she talks fluently, can express almost anything she wants to say \u2013 in fact is very good at expressing her wants in a forcible manner. She has just started the saying \u201cNo\u201d phase, too, and can be very obstinate. She can be quite \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Einfuriating\u003C\/span\u003E at times \u2013 I suppose most children are. I shall be glad when she gets to the next stage, of playing with things properly, at the moment she wants to be doing something \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eactive\u003C\/span\u003E all the time and its difficult to know what to give her to keep her quiet. I resorted to giving her scissors and a big sheet of paper the other day (after much pleading) \u2013 they kept her quiet half an hour \u2013 you should have seen her intent face, trying to cut! I suppose its rather a risky occupation at two, though. She kept opening her mouth every time she tried to open the scissors! Of course she wants every bottle and jar and tube of toothpaste opened and all my make up things to play with, and all the drawers and cupboards turned out, - demanding \u201cMummy, open it\u201d or \u201cMummy, in there?\u201d or \u201c\u0027oos that?\u201d I\u0027ve told her about \u0027Granny Katherine\u0027 and Granny Stokoe\u0027 and all the others and she repeats the names, but I don\u0027t think she has much idea of what I\u0027m talking about. Its difficult to explain as no-one here has a Granny.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDo make Janet a frock if you\u0027d like to, she can do with plenty of cotton ones as she\u0027s grown out of the first ones I made her. I\u0027ll measure her tomorrow and give you the measurements at the bottom of this page. I really must stop and go to bed now, its 11o\u0027clock and Stan has fallen asleep on the sofa! I\u0027ll try and answer your questionnaire tomorrow, but if I haven\u0027t time I\u0027ll post this and write again later in the week, when I\u0027m on my own. I know you must be getting anxious and eagerly awaiting a letter. I really must try and write more regularly, I\u0027m always wanting to write!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMuch love, and thanks for your birthday wishes, I had a nice birthday and several presents this year but its \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eawful \u003C\/span\u003Eto think of the \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eage\u003C\/span\u003E I\u0027ve reached \u2013 34! 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I guess it is what every parent wants for their children \u2013 a good education to lead to a good career. (In fact its worth noting that much of what drives your parents only becomes clear when you become a parent yourself!) Once Nick was \u003Cspan class=\u0022mceEditor cirkuitSkin\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Eabout 2 years old Dad started encouraging me to sign up for some kind of further education. First I applied to Cornwall College to do teacher training but I didn\u0027t progress with it because I didn\u0027t know what I would do with Nick. Mum was a brilliant support but she couldn\u0027t have coped with looking after a toddler all day while I was at college, and they would be long days including the bus journey from St Tudy to Camborne. At that time (1972) there was only one local authority day nursery in Cornwall - unlikely he\u0027d get a place and I didn\u0027t really want to put him in a nursery anyway.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ENext I applied to Marjons in Plymouth, also to do teacher training. I was accepted and actually went to see a private nursery school close by, who would have been happy to take Nick. Again I didn\u0027t go ahead with it; the logistics seemed to me insurmountable \u2013 another long bus\/car journey and I just couldn\u0027t contemplate leaving Nick. Mum didn\u0027t really want me to go either, she liked having me around, so she wasn\u0027t quite so encouraging as Dad was; and he was miles away in Kenya so didn\u0027t really know what was involved or how I felt. I was really quite happy with my life in St Tudy, with Mum, my brother and sister and Auntie and Uncle. Of course I was aware that I would have to earn myself a living at some stage but there didn\u0027t seem to be any urgency as I had a roof over my head, funded by Dad, and I was getting \u0027National Assistance\u0027 to help support Nick.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EThings changed when my cousins Paula and Martin finished university in Brighton. My Uncle Gordon had bought them a house to live in while they were students and now he wanted to sell it. A deal was done so that Dad bought the property \u2013 36 Western Street, Brighton, and I applied to the University of Sussex to study Social Psychology. Mum came with me to help look after Nick which meant of course that Kathy had to come too. So we all moved in the summer of 1975 and Nick and I lived there for 5 years.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EI applied to do Social Psychology because I didn\u0027t feel confident to study modern languages which is what I had been accepted to do at Keele (the university I applied to on leaving school); nearly 5 years had passed since then and I hadn\u0027t read or spoken any French or German in that time. Social Psychology sounded interesting and didn\u0027t require any pre-qualifications. I was accepted and started in September 1975. Nick had just started school in St Tudy the previous year but transferred to Middle Street First school in Brighton. It was a shame that Kathy had to move schools as well - right in the middle of her A levels, and I\u0027m sure it had an adverse impact on the grades she achieved. She didn\u0027t really settle in Brighton and went back to Cornwall after a year or so, moving in with her boyfriend\u0027s family, the Reskelly\u0027s who lived at Rooke Farm near Wadebride.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ESo that was me sorted and Dad\u0027s wish come true.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EBrighton was a great place to live, but I probably didn\u0027t fully appreciate this at the time. It was lovely living by the sea; our house was on the border between Brighton and Hove, near the West Pier, which was already falling down. Hove was very genteel and had nice gardens along the seafront, while walking towards Brighton you noticed that the numbers of rock candy shops, amusements and deck chairs increased. Then there was the main Brighton Pier, the Aquarium and further on the Marina, which was built while we were there, and beyond that the nudist beach (we never quite made it that far!). Brighton (and Hove) beach is pebbles, no sand, and quite painful to walk on - especially if your feet are cold after being in the sea. I think I only went in the sea once - in 1976 when we had that red hot summer that everyone remembers. They had great markets in Brighton, including Preston Street which sold fantastic cheeses and is where the Body Shop started life.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ENick and I walked along the sea front almost everyday en route to school. His school was near the \u0027Lanes\u0027 and his friend Badrul lived in an Indian restaurant right there. I would drop him off then walk up to the station to get the train to University. To begin with I was always able to finish in time to meet him from school. When he was a bit older, I used to let him walk to school on his own - after following him for a few days to make sure he knew the way. (I wonder if I\u0027d do the same now!). I wasn\u0027t so happy about letting him go home on his own so when I started having later classes I advertised in school for one of the other Mum\u0027s to look after him until I could pick him up. Nick didn\u0027t like this arrangement at all: although the lady was very kind her son wasn\u0027t one of his friends. Fortunately we later found another family to pick him up from school. This was his friend Orlando, Orly for short, whose family lived near the station in a lovely but chaotic and rambling old house. Orly\u0027s Dad was called \u0027Crow\u0027 and rode a motorbike, his Mum, Julie, was like an \u0027earth mother\u0027. And they had two other children, Rosie 3, and a baby called Sims. Nick enjoyed being there. Later he made friends with another boy his own age called Adam;\u0026nbsp; they met at Judo classes as Adam went to a private school, but they became really close friends and spent many happy times together. Adam\u0027s Mum and Dad lived just a few streets a way from ours so we became friends as well.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E36 Western Street was just off the seafront and in a very windy spot. It was also rather run down: 3 storeys high with a damp basement and a kind of cellar area under the street. Our neighbour on one side was a hairdresser and on the other an almost derelict, and mostly empty property, I think there were even squatters there for a short while. We only lived in the ground and first floor with a kitchen and spare room in the basement, plus a small back yard with a built up flower bed. As the house had been a student house there were 2 kitchens and bathrooms so we rented out the top floor rooms to a young couple with a baby - Maggie and Paul Roberts. Later we rented out another two rooms to a gay couple called Ian and Keith who became known as \u0027The Two Ronnies\u0027 (thanks to Colin) and we\u0026nbsp; became good friends with them. It all helped to pay the bills and it was good to know there was someone else in the house if Nick was there on his own.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EColin is another person who was dragged into the Cornwall\/Brighton move. I met him when he was doing some scaffolding at Hengar Manor, where we lived in Cornwall in 1971, and we started going out together, he even wanted to marry me! When I moved to Brighton he was devastated and followed me up there getting a job as a bingo caller with Ladbrokes, later opting to train as a psychiatric nurse at St Francis Hospital, Haywards Heath. After Mum died he moved into 36 Western Street with me and Nick and we did eventually get married.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EMum died in 1976 while we were living in Brighton; we were actually on holiday in Kenya that summer, when she had what seemed like a stoke. Nick, Kathy and I came home without her while she went to hospital in Nairobi for an operation. In October Dad phoned to say that she had died as a result of an embolism. It was a bizarre but tragic event, I didn\u0027t even return to Kenya for her funeral, something I will always regret.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EUniversity was ok but I can\u0027t claim that they were the best 3 years of my life \u2013 as my teachers at school told me it would be \u2013 obviously my circumstances were somewhat different than most 18 year olds. Social psychology was an interesting subject but I always struggled to get the pre reading done, didn\u0027t contribute much to seminar discussions and found writing essays hard work. In the end I came out with a 2:2 degree and the realisation this was not enough of a qualification to get me a job. Job hunting in 1978 was not easy, my CV was full of gaps and I had no work experience to enhance my rather feeble degree, so I signed up for a one year Post Graduate Certificate in Education. Even this didn\u0027t help me get employment and I hated teaching practice, the children reduced me to tears of frustration and failure.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EBy 1980 Nick had moved up to Middle School, not such a happy place as first school because football became part of the school curriculum and he hated it. Colin had finished his training and he wanted to return to Cornwall. Since all my teaching job applications had failed I was working as a clerk in the Legal and General Assurance Society. The Brighton house was a drain on Dad\u0027s resources (even when we left it took ages to sell). So \u2026... in April 1980 Colin and I got married and we moved back to his home village of Lanivet, near Bodmin in Cornwall. We lived with his parents for a few months until we were lucky enough to be offered a council house. I did a couple of terms of supply teaching and then got a job in the Unemployment Benefit Office in Bodmin; Colin started work as a psychiatric nurse at St Lawrence\u0027s Hospital and Nick was enrolled at Lanivet Primary School.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EThe next phase of our Cornwall life had begun: and I didn\u0027t realise until much later that Nick was unhappy with the move \u2013 and the marriage - and would have preferred to stay in Brighton. But he was only 10 at the time so, rightly or wrongly, his opinion was not factored into the decision making process and he had to go along with it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhy did we leave Brighton and move back to Cornwall? \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThis story is in answer to a question from Nick, and in order to understand why we left Brighton you need to understand why we went there in the first place, when we had\u00a0 already been living in Cornwall.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EEver since Nick was born and I had to give up my place at Uni, Dad wanted me to go back. I guess it is what every parent wants for their children \u2013 a good education to lead to a good career. (In fact its worth noting that much of what drives your parents only becomes clear when you become a parent yourself!) Once Nick was \u003Cspan class=\u0022mceEditor cirkuitSkin\u0022\u003E\u00a0\u003C\/span\u003Eabout 2 years old Dad started encouraging me to sign up for some kind of further education. First I applied to Cornwall College to do teacher training but I didn\u0027t progress with it because I didn\u0027t know what I would do with Nick. Mum was a brilliant support but she couldn\u0027t have coped with looking after a toddler all day while I was at college, and they would be long days including the bus journey from St Tudy to Camborne. At that time (1972) there was only one local authority day nursery in Cornwall - unlikely he\u0027d get a place and I didn\u0027t really want to put him in a nursery anyway.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENext I applied to Marjons in Plymouth, also to do teacher training. I was accepted and actually went to see a private nursery school close by, who would have been happy to take Nick. Again I didn\u0027t go ahead with it; the logistics seemed to me insurmountable \u2013 another long bus\/car journey and I just couldn\u0027t contemplate leaving Nick. Mum didn\u0027t really want me to go either, she liked having me around, so she wasn\u0027t quite so encouraging as Dad was; and he was miles away in Kenya so didn\u0027t really know what was involved or how I felt. I was really quite happy with my life in St Tudy, with Mum, my brother and sister and Auntie and Uncle. Of course I was aware that I would have to earn myself a living at some stage but there didn\u0027t seem to be any urgency as I had a roof over my head, funded by Dad, and I was getting \u0027National Assistance\u0027 to help support Nick.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThings changed when my cousins Paula and Martin finished university in Brighton. My Uncle Gordon had bought them a house to live in while they were students and now he wanted to sell it. A deal was done so that Dad bought the property \u2013 36 Western Street, Brighton, and I applied to the University of Sussex to study Social Psychology. Mum came with me to help look after Nick which meant of course that Kathy had to come too. So we all moved in the summer of 1975 and Nick and I lived there for 5 years.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI applied to do Social Psychology because I didn\u0027t feel confident to study modern languages which is what I had been accepted to do at Keele (the university I applied to on leaving school); nearly 5 years had passed since then and I hadn\u0027t read or spoken any French or German in that time. Social Psychology sounded interesting and didn\u0027t require any pre-qualifications. I was accepted and started in September 1975. Nick had just started school in St Tudy the previous year but transferred to Middle Street First school in Brighton. It was a shame that Kathy had to move schools as well - right in the middle of her A levels, and I\u0027m sure it had an adverse impact on the grades she achieved. She didn\u0027t really settle in Brighton and went back to Cornwall after a year or so, moving in with her boyfriend\u0027s family, the Reskelly\u0027s who lived at Rooke Farm near Wadebride.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESo that was me sorted and Dad\u0027s wish come true.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBrighton was a great place to live, but I probably didn\u0027t fully appreciate this at the time. It was lovely living by the sea; our house was on the border between Brighton and Hove, near the West Pier, which was already falling down. Hove was very genteel and had nice gardens along the seafront, while walking towards Brighton you noticed that the numbers of rock candy shops, amusements and deck chairs increased. Then there was the main Brighton Pier, the Aquarium and further on the Marina, which was built while we were there, and beyond that the nudist beach (we never quite made it that far!). Brighton (and Hove) beach is pebbles, no sand, and quite painful to walk on - especially if your feet are cold after being in the sea. I think I only went in the sea once - in 1976 when we had that red hot summer that everyone remembers. They had great markets in Brighton, including Preston Street which sold fantastic cheeses and is where the Body Shop started life.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENick and I walked along the sea front almost everyday en route to school. His school was near the \u0027Lanes\u0027 and his friend Badrul lived in an Indian restaurant right there. I would drop him off then walk up to the station to get the train to University. To begin with I was always able to finish in time to meet him from school. When he was a bit older, I used to let him walk to school on his own - after following him for a few days to make sure he knew the way. (I wonder if I\u0027d do the same now!). I wasn\u0027t so happy about letting him go home on his own so when I started having later classes I advertised in school for one of the other Mum\u0027s to look after him until I could pick him up. Nick didn\u0027t like this arrangement at all: although the lady was very kind her son wasn\u0027t one of his friends. Fortunately we later found another family to pick him up from school. This was his friend Orlando, Orly for short, whose family lived near the station in a lovely but chaotic and rambling old house. Orly\u0027s Dad was called \u0027Crow\u0027 and rode a motorbike, his Mum, Julie, was like an \u0027earth mother\u0027. And they had two other children, Rosie 3, and a baby called Sims. Nick enjoyed being there. Later he made friends with another boy his own age called Adam;\u00a0 they met at Judo classes as Adam went to a private school, but they became really close friends and spent many happy times together. Adam\u0027s Mum and Dad lived just a few streets a way from ours so we became friends as well.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E36 Western Street was just off the seafront and in a very windy spot. It was also rather run down: 3 storeys high with a damp basement and a kind of cellar area under the street. Our neighbour on one side was a hairdresser and on the other an almost derelict, and mostly empty property, I think there were even squatters there for a short while. We only lived in the ground and first floor with a kitchen and spare room in the basement, plus a small back yard with a built up flower bed. As the house had been a student house there were 2 kitchens and bathrooms so we rented out the top floor rooms to a young couple with a baby - Maggie and Paul Roberts. Later we rented out another two rooms to a gay couple called Ian and Keith who became known as \u0027The Two Ronnies\u0027 (thanks to Colin) and we\u00a0 became good friends with them. It all helped to pay the bills and it was good to know there was someone else in the house if Nick was there on his own.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EColin is another person who was dragged into the Cornwall\/Brighton move. I met him when he was doing some scaffolding at Hengar Manor, where we lived in Cornwall in 1971, and we started going out together, he even wanted to marry me! When I moved to Brighton he was devastated and followed me up there getting a job as a bingo caller with Ladbrokes, later opting to train as a psychiatric nurse at St Francis Hospital, Haywards Heath. After Mum died he moved into 36 Western Street with me and Nick and we did eventually get married.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMum died in 1976 while we were living in Brighton; we were actually on holiday in Kenya that summer, when she had what seemed like a stoke. Nick, Kathy and I came home without her while she went to hospital in Nairobi for an operation. In October Dad phoned to say that she had died as a result of an embolism. It was a bizarre but tragic event, I didn\u0027t even return to Kenya for her funeral, something I will always regret.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EUniversity was ok but I can\u0027t claim that they were the best 3 years of my life \u2013 as my teachers at school told me it would be \u2013 obviously my circumstances were somewhat different than most 18 year olds. Social psychology was an interesting subject but I always struggled to get the pre reading done, didn\u0027t contribute much to seminar discussions and found writing essays hard work. In the end I came out with a 2:2 degree and the realisation this was not enough of a qualification to get me a job. Job hunting in 1978 was not easy, my CV was full of gaps and I had no work experience to enhance my rather feeble degree, so I signed up for a one year Post Graduate Certificate in Education. 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When the Cutises moved to Limuru I often went to stay; Steph, Jill and I always had fun. I remember getting wheezy after pillow fights, swimming in the dam, going on long walks with their dogs \u2013 3 Rhodesian Ridgebacks, collecting mushrooms on the golf course early in the morning: the tastiest and juiciest mushrooms ever. We also had midnight feasts and once we tried to melt a \u0027Sugar Daddy\u0027 (a toffee lollipop) over a candle. There were also exchange visits to my house but somehow not so memorable. Later Steph went to Limuru Girls School but Rosie Melhuish and I both went to Kenya High which is how we remained friends; we might have been in the same class but were in different boarding houses and she was athletic while I definitely wasn\u2019t. (Kenya High School has its own story). \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003ENew Arrivals\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EAs with any community families come and go and Kagumo was no different. Around\u0026nbsp; 1961 our cousins, the Smithes, came over from Englad to live with us \u2013 Paula was about 8 and Martin was about 6; their Mum, Irene, was my Mum\u0027s sister. I remember them arriving and putting up a tent in our front garden, with their Dad Gordon and their Granny as well \u2013 they had had a marathon journey across Europe and from South Africa to Kenya. Gorson and his mother went back to Englad, visiting us at the coast a few years on but Irene, Paula and Martin stayed and shared our life in Kagumo for a couple of years; Irene even got a job teaching in a local school. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EAt about the same, a Canadian teacher called Bob Moffat, joined the Kagumo College staff bringing his family with him. The Moffats had 3 children - Janet, Robbie and Cathy who were almost exactly the same ages as me, Mike and Kathy respectively and we all became best friends and and spent many holidays and adventures together. Janet and I both went to Nyeri primary and although they returned to Canada after about 4 years I have kept in touch with Janet and visited her in Canada in 2000. Another Canadian family, the Gillespie\u0027s, arrived in Kagumo around 1961\/2, just before we left. I was very friendly with Clare and Brenda as they were both pupils at Kenya High School with me. (I lost contact with them when we moved - but recently re-connected through Facebook and visited with Clare in Portugal in 2019).\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #ff0000;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003En and around Nyeri town\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EAlthough life was full at Kagumo there was a whole other array of things to do outside of in - both in and around Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003ENyeri Club was also an important centre of our social life: some of our Dads, and Mums too, regularly played golf there so we children would get taken along to just run around or play on the swings. Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones. We were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. There was always something going on \u2013 film shows, I remember watching Bambi on the day my sister was born; parties at Christmas, displays of marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing as well as Kenyan tribal dancers. Picnics were another regular activity and we often went in a group with other families. One favourite spot was the Thego river, the water was freezing cold as its source was high up on Mount Kenya but the hot sun soon warmed us up and we sunbathed on the rocks. I loved to collect the beautiful smooth coloured stones from the shallow water but sadly they dried out in the sunshine to a uniform brown colour. Another favourite was Cave Waterfall up in the Aberdare Mountains, after an early start and a long steep drive up through thick forest, sometimes on muddy roads, we tucked into a picnic breakfast cooked on a calor gas stove. Afterwards we climbed carefully down to the foot of the waterfall, behind which we stood in the dark clammy cave watching the wall of water thundering down in front of us.We also went on picnics to the Siremon track in the foothills of Mount Kenya, to animal sanctuaries such as Mrs Kenealey\u0027s farm where we rode on a giant tortoise and we often swam in the pool at the Outspan Hotel in Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EOnce, after a very bad rainy season the Sagana River near Nyeri was flooded and Dad took us out in the car to watch the surging torrents of brown water swirling under, and over, fragile wooden bridges. One of the bridges got washed away just after we had driven over it.\u0026nbsp; We also travelled further afield: visits to friends in Nairobi, safaris to game parks and regularly to the Kenya coast but these stories have got separate sections of their own\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003ELeaving\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EIn 1962 the family went home to the UK on leave and when we came back Dad had got a new posting to Kericho,\u0026nbsp; a promotion to principal at the teacher training college there. As well as moving I started secondary school - as a boarder to Kenya High School in Nairobi, and my brother and sister started at Greensteds in Nakuru.\u0026nbsp; I never went back to Nyeri again.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #ff0000;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003ECAve waterfall cine\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #ff0000;\u0022\u003EOutspan video?\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #ff0000;\u0022\u003E18 cines add more to middle bit (6 in each)\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOther Families \/ friends\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI have a vague mental map of the College layout which I have tried to draw (see pic),\u00a0 showing where my friends\u2019 families lived, its probably wildly out!! Its also quite difficult to describe but here goes: the northernmost area of the college was the main sports field and next to that was the farm. Below that was a row of about 6-8 houses; the Curtises \u2013 Arnold and Daphne plus daughters Steph and Jill, and the Cawleys \u2013 John and Molly with daughter Jane, lived here \u2013 both families moved away early on, to Limuru and Nairobi respectively, but we all kept in touch. I think the Velzians lived here as well. They had a proper full sized trampoline in their garden, which we all\u00a0 loved bouncing on! Dad, John, was the PE teacher and later became the National Coach to Kenya\u0027s athletes, starting with Kipchoge Kieno - the first of Kenya\u0027s phenomenal medal winning long distance runners. His wife Jo worked as a secretary in the Principal\u2019s office. I remember her for her \u0027killer heels\u0027 and for teaching me to do the \u2018Twist\u2019!! They had a son Guy and a much younger daughter Kim. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ETurning south there were 2 large houses on each side of the road, the Principal on one side and the Rector on the other. I remember Harry Laughton being the Principal, he and his wife had no children so we were not well acquainted. The Rector was Douglas Melhuish, there were 4 children in that family but I really only knew Rosie and Wendy. Douglas was also the vicar at a church in Nyeri where we went to Sunday school. He christened us - all 3 of us together when Kathy was about 2 years old and I was about 9. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EContinuing south from the Melhuishes there was another sports field opposite which was another row of houses and families (I am not sure of the right order) : - the Penns \u2013 Ken and Shona plus their children Caroline, Sarah and James; the Clarks \u2013 Pat and Jane with children Adam and Amanda; the Martins \u2013 Ken and Margaret with children Hilary and Dominic: Margaret was famous for her curries, eaten out in the garden and I especially loved all the \u0027bits and pieces\u0027 such as chopped up banana, oranges, onion, tomatoes, grated coconut etc which we sprinkled over the curry; the Shanks \u2013 Philip and Eileen with children Ben and Lulu (Lyndall); the Jacksons - ? and Nora with their children Moira and Paul. A bit further down the road, in a house on its own, lived Peter King. I was afraid to go to his house as his dog bit me once (not seriously). Our house was also on its own, on the other side of the road from Peter. To the east and behind the staff houses was a wooded area leading to the classrooms and offices, the squash court was here as well. There were lots of younger children in the Kagumo community, similar ages to my brother and sister, so they also had lots of friends, not all of which were long lasting.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBest Friends\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI made lasting friendships at Kagumo, friends I am still in contact with \u2013 in particular Rosie Melhuish and Steph Curtis. (I even reconnected with Moira Jackson through Facebook at we met up near 60 years on and had a great Kagumo When-we). When the Cutises moved to Limuru I often went to stay; Steph, Jill and I always had fun. I remember getting wheezy after pillow fights, swimming in the dam, going on long walks with their dogs \u2013 3 Rhodesian Ridgebacks, collecting mushrooms on the golf course early in the morning: the tastiest and juiciest mushrooms ever. We also had midnight feasts and once we tried to melt a \u0027Sugar Daddy\u0027 (a toffee lollipop) over a candle. There were also exchange visits to my house but somehow not so memorable. Later Steph went to Limuru Girls School but Rosie Melhuish and I both went to Kenya High which is how we remained friends; we might have been in the same class but were in different boarding houses and she was athletic while I definitely wasn\u2019t. (Kenya High School has its own story). \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENew Arrivals\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAs with any community families come and go and Kagumo was no different. Around\u00a0 1961 our cousins, the Smithes, came over from Englad to live with us \u2013 Paula was about 8 and Martin was about 6; their Mum, Irene, was my Mum\u0027s sister. I remember them arriving and putting up a tent in our front garden, with their Dad Gordon and their Granny as well \u2013 they had had a marathon journey across Europe and from South Africa to Kenya. Gorson and his mother went back to Englad, visiting us at the coast a few years on but Irene, Paula and Martin stayed and shared our life in Kagumo for a couple of years; Irene even got a job teaching in a local school. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAt about the same, a Canadian teacher called Bob Moffat, joined the Kagumo College staff bringing his family with him. The Moffats had 3 children - Janet, Robbie and Cathy who were almost exactly the same ages as me, Mike and Kathy respectively and we all became best friends and and spent many holidays and adventures together. Janet and I both went to Nyeri primary and although they returned to Canada after about 4 years I have kept in touch with Janet and visited her in Canada in 2000. Another Canadian family, the Gillespie\u0027s, arrived in Kagumo around 1961\/2, just before we left. I was very friendly with Clare and Brenda as they were both pupils at Kenya High School with me. (I lost contact with them when we moved - but recently re-connected through Facebook and visited with Clare in Portugal in 2019).\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022padding-left:0cm; padding-right:0cm\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color:#ff0000\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003En and around Nyeri town\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAlthough life was full at Kagumo there was a whole other array of things to do outside of in - both in and around Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENyeri Club was also an important centre of our social life: some of our Dads, and Mums too, regularly played golf there so we children would get taken along to just run around or play on the swings. Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones. We were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. There was always something going on \u2013 film shows, I remember watching Bambi on the day my sister was born; parties at Christmas, displays of marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing as well as Kenyan tribal dancers. Picnics were another regular activity and we often went in a group with other families. One favourite spot was the Thego river, the water was freezing cold as its source was high up on Mount Kenya but the hot sun soon warmed us up and we sunbathed on the rocks. I loved to collect the beautiful smooth coloured stones from the shallow water but sadly they dried out in the sunshine to a uniform brown colour. Another favourite was Cave Waterfall up in the Aberdare Mountains, after an early start and a long steep drive up through thick forest, sometimes on muddy roads, we tucked into a picnic breakfast cooked on a calor gas stove. Afterwards we climbed carefully down to the foot of the waterfall, behind which we stood in the dark clammy cave watching the wall of water thundering down in front of us.We also went on picnics to the Siremon track in the foothills of Mount Kenya, to animal sanctuaries such as Mrs Kenealey\u0027s farm where we rode on a giant tortoise and we often swam in the pool at the Outspan Hotel in Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOnce, after a very bad rainy season the Sagana River near Nyeri was flooded and Dad took us out in the car to watch the surging torrents of brown water swirling under, and over, fragile wooden bridges. One of the bridges got washed away just after we had driven over it.\u00a0 We also travelled further afield: visits to friends in Nairobi, safaris to game parks and regularly to the Kenya coast but these stories have got separate sections of their own\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ELeaving\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn 1962 the family went home to the UK on leave and when we came back Dad had got a new posting to Kericho,\u00a0 a promotion to principal at the teacher training college there. 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Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones and we were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. Sometimes they showed child friendly films at the club and they held childrens parties at Christmas, we also watched marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing and Kenyan tribal dancers.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch1 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EPlaying \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAt Kagumo there were so many places for me, my brother and sister and friends to play; even when a tractor cut the grass in the big playing field near to our house we would come along afterwards and scrape the grass into piles to make \u0027nests\u0027. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWhen it rained we would see how far into the drainage ditches we could walk without brown water spilling over the top of our wellies. 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I clearly remember trying to eat a red chilli \u2013 in agony I ran home and rubbed my lips with ice cubes without realising I was spreading the the \u0027fire\u0027 across my face rather than relieving it. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EOne of the most fun things to do with friends was dressing up: we had a special box where Mum put old clothes, shoes and hats for me and my friends to wear. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022293\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EMe%2C%20Janet%20Moffat%20and%20Moira%20Jackson%20dressing%20up%20and%20dancing%20in%20the%20garden%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022link_text\u0022:null,\u0022field_deltas\u0022:{\u00223\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EMe%2C%20Janet%20Moffat%20and%20Moira%20Jackson%20dressing%20up%20and%20dancing%20in%20the%20garden%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022}},\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022Dressing Up 1962\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022,\u0022data-delta\u0022:\u00223\u0022}}]]\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWe would also make hats out of flowers and regularly walked around the college in our costumes.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022292\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EJan%20dressing%20up%20as%20Madam%20Zena%20at%20Mike\u0027s%20birthday%20party%20(%20age%206%20or%207)%2C%20our%20cousins%20Paula%20and%20Martin%20are%20there%20as%20well%20as%20the%20Jacksons%3B%20playing%20\u0027pin%20the%20tail%20on%20the%20donkey\u0027%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022link_text\u0022:null,\u0022field_deltas\u0022:{\u00224\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EJan%20dressing%20up%20as%20Madam%20Zena%20at%20Mike\u0027s%20birthday%20party%20(%20age%206%20or%207)%2C%20our%20cousins%20Paula%20and%20Martin%20are%20there%20as%20well%20as%20the%20Jacksons%3B%20playing%20\u0027pin%20the%20tail%20on%20the%20donkey\u0027%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022}},\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022Madam Zena and pin the tail on the donkey 1\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022,\u0022data-delta\u0022:\u00224\u0022}}]]\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch1\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EPicnics and outings\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EPicnics were another regular activity and we always went in a group with other families. One favourite spot was the Thego river, the water was freezing cold as its source was high up on Mount Kenya but the hot sun soon warmed us up. I loved to collect the beautiful smooth coloured stones from the shallow water but sadly they dried out in the sunshine to a uniform brown colour. Another favourite was Cave Waterfall up in the Aberdare Mountains, after an early start and a long steep drive up through thick forest, sometimes on muddy roads, we tucked into a picnic breakfast cooked on a calor gas stove. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022497\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EView%20of%20Mount%20Kenya%20and%20picnic%20at%20Cave%20Waterfall%20on%20the%20Aberdares%3B%20as%20well%20as%20the%20Stokoes%20it%20included%20the%20Velzians%2C%20Cawleys%2C%20and%20Somervilles%2C%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022link_text\u0022:null,\u0022field_deltas\u0022:{\u00225\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EView%20of%20Mount%20Kenya%20and%20picnic%20at%20Cave%20Waterfall%20on%20the%20Aberdares%3B%20as%20well%20as%20the%20Stokoes%20it%20included%20the%20Velzians%2C%20Cawleys%2C%20and%20Somervilles%2C%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022}},\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022cave waterfall picnic\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022,\u0022data-delta\u0022:\u00225\u0022}}]]\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAfterwards we climbed carefully down to the foot of the waterfall, behind which we stood in the dark clammy cave watching the wall of water thundering down in front of us. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWe also went on picnics in the foothills of Mount Kenya and to animal sanctuaries such as Mrs Kenealey\u0027s and as swimming in rivers we often swam in the pool at the Outspan Hotel in Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E[[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022290\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EIncludes%20Kathy%20Stokoe%2C%20Cathy%20Moffat%2C%20Guy%20Velzian%2C%20Margaret%20Moffat%2C%20Stan%20Stokoe%2C%20Jo%20Velzian%2C%20%3F%2C%20Muriel%20Stokoe%2C%20Jan%20Stokoe%2C%20Jane%20Wainwright%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022link_text\u0022:null,\u0022field_deltas\u0022:{\u00226\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EIncludes%20Kathy%20Stokoe%2C%20Cathy%20Moffat%2C%20Guy%20Velzian%2C%20Margaret%20Moffat%2C%20Stan%20Stokoe%2C%20Jo%20Velzian%2C%20%3F%2C%20Muriel%20Stokoe%2C%20Jan%20Stokoe%2C%20Jane%20Wainwright%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022}},\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022swimming at Outspan Hotel\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022,\u0022data-delta\u0022:\u00226\u0022}}]]\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EOnce, after a very bad rainy season the Sagana River near Nyeri was flooded and Dad took us out in the car to watch the surging torrents of brown water swirling under, and over, fragile wooden bridges. One of the bridges got washed away just after we had driven over it.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch1\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESchool\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAlong with most of my Kagumo friends, me and my little brother went to Nyeri Primary School. It was about 3 miles from Kagumo and we often got taken there in the college truck or minibus. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-3\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022going to school in the truck 23 secs\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/F14IKG_4leA?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022going to school in the truck 23 secs\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022going to school in the truck 23 secs\u0022\u003EVideo of going to school in the truck 23 secs\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003Egoing off to Nyeri Primary school in the college lorry\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe u\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003Eniform was green gingham dresses for the girls and green shirts with khaki shorts for the boys; there were 3 \u0027houses\u0027 \u2013 Leopard (blue), Lion (yellow), and Cheetah (red). In my last year there (1961) I became a boarder, at my own request - because I wanted to spend more time with friends, and would be one of the \u0027in crowd\u0027 if I was a boarder. Unfortunately it meant my brother, Mike, had to be a boarder too and he hated it, so much so that he ran away once. As a boarder I made friends with Andi (Heather Anderson); we became and remained best friends at Nyeri and then at Kenya High. Her parents had a farm miles away in an isolated area of Kenya. I enjoyed school on the whole - I was academically average but terrified of mental arithmetic. I was also useless at games \/ sports, the obstacle race was my only attempt at being athletic.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-4\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022nyeri school sports day 1\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/UoJ8aUfKxCY?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022nyeri school sports day 1\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022nyeri school sports day 1\u0022\u003EVideo of nyeri school sports day 1\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003ENyeri Primary School sports day; Bob Moffat running in the \u0027Fathers\u0027 race, Janet Moffat in yellow T shirt running in the hurdles, Wendy Melhuish in blue T shirt in skipping race, Rosie Melhuish and Andi Anderson, also blue, running in 3 legged race, me and Andi also doing the Obstacle race. (1.18 min)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch1\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESocial life\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOutside of Kagumo College, Nyeri Club was the centre of our social life; some of our Dads - and Mums too, regularly played golf there and we children would go along to just run around or play on the swings. Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones and we were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. Sometimes they showed child friendly films at the club and they held childrens parties at Christmas, we also watched marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing and Kenyan tribal dancers.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch1\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EPlaying \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAt Kagumo there were so many places for me, my brother and sister and friends to play; even when a tractor cut the grass in the big playing field near to our house we would come along afterwards and scrape the grass into piles to make \u0027nests\u0027. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhen it rained we would see how far into the drainage ditches we could walk without brown water spilling over the top of our wellies. My brother, Mike, was always getting into trouble for falling over and getting all his clothes wet. Up at the farm we could \u0027help\u0027 milk the cows and watch the pigs rolling round in their smelly straw. There was a huge shed piled high with straw bales and we would climb right up to the top and hide. If there were no grown ups playing squash we could run around and play ball inside the squash court; it had no roof and the brave ones could climb onto the top of the wall, from the wooden viewing platform, then walk all the way round the court. Quite dangerous but exciting! We played in each others gardens, sometimes even sneaking into the gardens of those who had no children and helping ourselves to fruit and veg. I clearly remember trying to eat a red chilli \u2013 in agony I ran home and rubbed my lips with ice cubes without realising I was spreading the the \u0027fire\u0027 across my face rather than relieving it. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOne of the most fun things to do with friends was dressing up: we had a special box where Mum put old clothes, shoes and hats for me and my friends to wear. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-5\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022Dressing Up 1962\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/y3k85NcfEuw?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022Dressing Up 1962\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022Dressing Up 1962\u0022\u003EVideo of Dressing Up 1962\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EMe, Janet Moffat and Moira Jackson dressing up and dancing in the garden\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWe would also make hats out of flowers and regularly walked around the college in our costumes.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-6\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022Madam Zena and pin the tail on the donkey 1\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/TYPkIowdzzg?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022Madam Zena and pin the tail on the donkey 1\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022Madam Zena and pin the tail on the donkey 1\u0022\u003EVideo of Madam Zena and pin the tail on the donkey 1\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EJan dressing up as Madam Zena at Mike\u0027s birthday party ( age 6 or 7), our cousins Paula and Martin are there as well as the Jacksons; playing \u0027pin the tail on the donkey\u0027\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch1\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EPicnics and outings\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h1\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EPicnics were another regular activity and we always went in a group with other families. 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He returned to Kenya with the family a few months later. The Stokoes were living in Kisii at that time but moved to Kagumo College, Nyeri when Mike was about 3 ..............\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EYouth and Teens\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003EBetween 1954 and 1969 Mike was happily part and parcel of the Stokoe family\u0027s Kenya story but that came to an end when he was about 15. He had a difficult transition from his Kenya life to being comfortably and contentedly settled in the UK where he is now.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003EMike left Kenya in July 1969 together with his Mum and sisters, Jan and Kathy, while his Dad stayed in Kenya. The female side of the family settled in Cornwall but Mike was enrolled as a boarder at Barnard Castle School in County Durham; it was the opposite end of the country from Cornwall but close to \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003Ehis Dad\u0027s side of the family\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E: his Granny and Uncle Don, who was to act \u0027in loco parentis\u0027. Mike survived Barnard Castle less than a year: hating school, being bullied by pupils and teachers, struggling academically - the school syllabus was so different from the one he had being studying at Duke of York School in Nairobi, he finally left and moved to be with his family in Cornwall. Living at with them at Hengar Manor he became a pupil at the same school as his sister Kathy \u2013 Sir James Smith\u0027s comprehensive in Camelford.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003EMike found life at Sir James Smith\u0027s almost as difficult as Barnard Castle. He sometimes refused to get up in the morning so would miss the bus and have to walk to school - a journey of some 6 miles; once he was sent home from school for wearing the wrong colour shirt \u2013 another long walk. He gained some respite when the family returned to Kenya for a holiday in the summer of 1971, remaining in Kenya with his Dad while the others returned to the UK.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003EThe Big Adventure\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EDuring 1971\/2 Mike spent a year at Kericho with Stan doing a correspondence course in Maths. Stan also managed to fix him a temporary job with Root and Leakey (photographic) Safaris. Even back in the 70\u0027s the safari business was changing from hunting and killing animals to photographing them. This was a dream job for Mike as he had always wanted to be a Game Warden \/ Park Ranger; he loved wildlife and trips to the game parks and spent much of his childhood studying animal \u0027spoor\u0027 \u2013 drawing animal footprints and \u0027dung\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EMike\u0027s role at Root \u0026amp; Leakey was mainly driving and looking after the \u0027punters\u0027. He would pick them up in Nairobi and take them to their camp site in the game park, usually the Masai Mara or Tsavo, where he also helped pitch the tents. Mike learned to speak Swahilli, and a bit of Masai, as another of his duties was to drive out to the Masai village to collect the dancers \u2013 Masai men, dressed in their warrior regalia, who were highly sought after to entertain the campers after a day\u0027s safari .\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003ESometimes the guests went out on foot to get their animal photographs and Mike was responsible for leading foot safaris through Tsavo National Park: quite a responsibility considering the wild animals they would have encountered, these days they would be accompanied by an Askari with a gun! Mike kept his guests safe but scarily one day he got a bit lost. He didn\u0027t let on to anyone in the group, instead - with great presence of mind, he walked them towards the Tsavo River, from where he could follow the river back to the camp site. 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Now 18 he signed up for a photography course at Plymouth College of Art, staying in student accommodation and returning home to Hengar for holidays. In reality Mike was not suited to an academic career: during the summer holiday from college he got a job at De Lank Quarry in St Breward, just a couple of miles from home. The work involved cutting and polishing large slabs of granite using water jets; the finished granite pieces were (and still are) used as part of the external fascia of banks and posh shops. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EMike enjoyed the work, the camaraderie and of course the wages, so the photographic course was abandoned and he stayed at De Lank for the next 2 years. As a teenager in Cornwall, Mike had to travel around to find a social life: Camelford, Boscastle, Tintagel and the like. 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The Stokoes were living in Kisii at that time but moved to Kagumo College, Nyeri when Mike was about 3 ..............\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EYouth and Teens\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBetween 1954 and 1969 Mike was happily part and parcel of the Stokoe family\u0027s Kenya story but that came to an end when he was about 15. He had a difficult transition from his Kenya life to being comfortably and contentedly settled in the UK where he is now.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMike left Kenya in July 1969 together with his Mum and sisters, Jan and Kathy, while his Dad stayed in Kenya. 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Living at with them at Hengar Manor he became a pupil at the same school as his sister Kathy \u2013 Sir James Smith\u0027s comprehensive in Camelford.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMike found life at Sir James Smith\u0027s almost as difficult as Barnard Castle. He sometimes refused to get up in the morning so would miss the bus and have to walk to school - a journey of some 6 miles; once he was sent home from school for wearing the wrong colour shirt \u2013 another long walk. He gained some respite when the family returned to Kenya for a holiday in the summer of 1971, remaining in Kenya with his Dad while the others returned to the UK.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe Big Adventure\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EDuring 1971\/2 Mike spent a year at Kericho with Stan doing a correspondence course in Maths. Stan also managed to fix him a temporary job with Root and Leakey (photographic) Safaris. Even back in the 70\u0027s the safari business was changing from hunting and killing animals to photographing them. This was a dream job for Mike as he had always wanted to be a Game Warden \/ Park Ranger; he loved wildlife and trips to the game parks and spent much of his childhood studying animal \u0027spoor\u0027 \u2013 drawing animal footprints and \u0027dung\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMike\u0027s role at Root \u0026amp; Leakey was mainly driving and looking after the \u0027punters\u0027. He would pick them up in Nairobi and take them to their camp site in the game park, usually the Masai Mara or Tsavo, where he also helped pitch the tents. Mike learned to speak Swahilli, and a bit of Masai, as another of his duties was to drive out to the Masai village to collect the dancers \u2013 Masai men, dressed in their warrior regalia, who were highly sought after to entertain the campers after a day\u0027s safari .\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESometimes the guests went out on foot to get their animal photographs and Mike was responsible for leading foot safaris through Tsavo National Park: quite a responsibility considering the wild animals they would have encountered, these days they would be accompanied by an Askari with a gun! Mike kept his guests safe but scarily one day he got a bit lost. He didn\u0027t let on to anyone in the group, instead - with great presence of mind, he walked them towards the Tsavo River, from where he could follow the river back to the camp site. The river was highlighted by the line of bright green trees along its bank while the rest of the countryside was brown scrub, dotted with a few straggly thorn trees. When they eventually reached the river the safari guests were so hot and tired that they threw themselves into the water, ignorant of the fact that they might be disturbing the crocodiles! Fortunately the crocs were also hot and tired, and asleep further down stream and the party returned to camp unscathed.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ECornwall\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESadly this adventurous lifestyle could not last and Mike returned to Cornwall later in 1972. Now 18 he signed up for a photography course at Plymouth College of Art, staying in student accommodation and returning home to Hengar for holidays. In reality Mike was not suited to an academic career: during the summer holiday from college he got a job at De Lank Quarry in St Breward, just a couple of miles from home. The work involved cutting and polishing large slabs of granite using water jets; the finished granite pieces were (and still are) used as part of the external fascia of banks and posh shops. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMike enjoyed the work, the camaraderie and of course the wages, so the photographic course was abandoned and he stayed at De Lank for the next 2 years. As a teenager in Cornwall, Mike had to travel around to find a social life: Camelford, Boscastle, Tintagel and the like. There was no social life at Hengar and not much more in St Tudy or St Breward. Socialising without driving was pretty impossible in Cornwall in the early 70\u0027s but luckily Mike passed his driving test first time when he was and he borrowed his Mum\u0027s car. 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Although he had been awarded the MBE for Services to Education in Kenya and was now a college principal, he was now the last white person left in such a senior post in the Kenya Education Service; it seemed a position he could not maintain for much longer. Whilst on leave in the UK in the summer of 1969 Mike and Kathy were enrolled at schools in England; Jan had already finished at Kenya High School in December 1968 and had been offered a place at university in the UK starting in September 1969.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIn parallel with the above, Gordon and Irene Smithe (Muriel\u0027s sister and her husband), had decided to move their family out of London and had bought a chalet and caravan park in the grounds of a run down \u0027stately home\u0027 known as Hengar Manor, near Bodmin in Cornwall, and they were looking for some further investment. Summer of \u002769 saw the\u0026nbsp; Stokoes and Smithes together at Hengar cooking up a plan. \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EOnce again we became an extended family with the Smithes and our cousins Paula and Martin, and a\u003C\/span\u003Efter doubtless much discussion and argument, the plan was implemented: \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003ESeptember \u2013 October 1969\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Stan made his investment in Hengar to secure a home for his family and eventually returned to his job in Kericho in October.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Muriel decided not to return to Kenya with Stan preferring to stay in England with her children, particularly as Kathy was only 11. Kathy and Muriel moved into one of the converted flats within Hengar Manor.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Kathy started as a pupil at Sir James Smith School in Camelford, about 6 miles from Hengar, where her cousins Paula and Martin were also pupils. She remained there until she was 16.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Mike age 15, was enrolled at Barnard Castle School, a minor public school in County Durham. He had to be a boarder but the school was quite close to Stan\u0027s family so his brother, Don, was to be \u0027in loco parentis\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Janet (19) went off the Keele University, Newcastle-under-Lyme, as planned.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWhat happened next - 1970\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;- Janet left university after just one term and moved into the flat at Hengar with her Mum and sister where in January 1970 her son Nicholas was born. 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To begin with we lived in a flat in Hengar House, a granite built Jacobean \/ Tudor mansion belonging to the Onslow family which, although dating back to the 1700 had mostly been re built after a fire early 1900s. Although it was a huge building most of it was taken up with the staircase and hallway \u2013 very beautiful but not very practical in a house that was no longer used as a family home. The Smithes lived on the first floor and we lived in one of two converted flats on the second floor. Our living room had huge bay windows looking out over the Cornish countryside. 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We also had a car - first a mini and then a Ford Escort - which was handy for shopping: in fact more so then than now, you could barely survive in Cornwall without a car. Mike and I both passed our driving test in Bodmin - he passed first time and I passed on my 4th attempt (I blame the bad habits I acquired drivng round Kericho with the College driver!!)\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWe had to drive ... shopping in Camelford, nearest town, but also in Bodmin, Wadebridge and Truro. We loved the beaches at Trebarwith and Rock and enjoyed visiting Boscastle and Tintagel. Mike had a holiday job at a chippy in Tintagel while he and Martin went to discos at the Cobweb in Boscastle. Kathy went riding in St Breward. We had to go all the way to Port Isaac to see the Doctor although one day a week he had a surgery in St Tudy. Nick was born in Truro and later had his tonsils out at St Michaels Hospital in Hayle. Kathy\u0027s boyfriend lived on a farm near Wadebridge and Mike\u0027s first wife came from near Penzance. I met my husband Colin at Hengar and he lived in Lanivet, a village near Bodmin. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EApart from being a bit isolated, Hengar was a lovely place to live but as a business proposition it struggled. It needed a lot of money spending on it to upgrade the chalets, convert the barn into more flats, revive and develop the walled gardens, and improve guest facilities and so on, but we didn\u0027t have that money. The lack of money created tension between the two families, evidenced mainly by constant arguments between my Mum and my Uncle. 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After a few iterations the business is now \u201cHengar Manor Holiday Park - part of Hoseasons Holidays. https:\/\/www.hengarmanor.co.uk\/\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIn 1975 we moved to Brighton (before coming back to Cornwall) ............... another story\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EEarly in \u003Cspan\u003E1969\u003C\/span\u003E things were changing in Kenya, Stan was starting to feel very insecure in his job. Although he had been awarded the MBE for Services to Education in Kenya and was now a college principal, he was now the last white person left in such a senior post in the Kenya Education Service; it seemed a position he could not maintain for much longer. Whilst on leave in the UK in the summer of 1969 Mike and Kathy were enrolled at schools in England; Jan had already finished at Kenya High School in December 1968 and had been offered a place at university in the UK starting in September 1969.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn parallel with the above, Gordon and Irene Smithe (Muriel\u0027s sister and her husband), had decided to move their family out of London and had bought a chalet and caravan park in the grounds of a run down \u0027stately home\u0027 known as Hengar Manor, near Bodmin in Cornwall, and they were looking for some further investment. Summer of \u002769 saw the\u00a0 Stokoes and Smithes together at Hengar cooking up a plan. \u003Cspan\u003EOnce again we became an extended family with the Smithes and our cousins Paula and Martin, and a\u003C\/span\u003Efter doubtless much discussion and argument, the plan was implemented: \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESeptember \u2013 October 1969\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Stan made his investment in Hengar to secure a home for his family and eventually returned to his job in Kericho in October.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Muriel decided not to return to Kenya with Stan preferring to stay in England with her children, particularly as Kathy was only 11. Kathy and Muriel moved into one of the converted flats within Hengar Manor.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Kathy started as a pupil at Sir James Smith School in Camelford, about 6 miles from Hengar, where her cousins Paula and Martin were also pupils. She remained there until she was 16.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Mike age 15, was enrolled at Barnard Castle School, a minor public school in County Durham. He had to be a boarder but the school was quite close to Stan\u0027s family so his brother, Don, was to be \u0027in loco parentis\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Janet (19) went off the Keele University, Newcastle-under-Lyme, as planned.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhat happened next - 1970\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Janet left university after just one term and moved into the flat at Hengar with her Mum and sister where in January 1970 her son Nicholas was born. She continued to live there until 1975.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0- Mike \u003Cspan\u003Eleft Barnard Castle school early in 1970 as he was very unhappy; he was not doing well academically and he hated being a boarder. As a result he also moved into the flat at Hengar and became a pupil at Sir James Smiths School in Camelford. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EDespite these moves,\u00a0 the Stokoes, including baby Nicholas, were regularly reunited with Stan back in Kenya. Some or all of the family went over on holiday every year between 1970 and 1976 - mostly to Kericho and Diani Beach but also in Machakos.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ECornwall 1970 to 1975\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/512\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022Hengar Manor\u0022 title=\u0022Hengar Manor\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 data-delta=\u00221\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/hengar.jpg?itok=EpkVdbqB\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWe \u2013 ie Mum, Kathy, Mike on and off, my baby son Nick, and I lived in Cornwall between 1969 and 1975. To begin with we lived in a flat in Hengar House, a granite built Jacobean \/ Tudor mansion belonging to the Onslow family which, although dating back to the 1700 had mostly been re built after a fire early 1900s. Although it was a huge building most of it was taken up with the staircase and hallway \u2013 very beautiful but not very practical in a house that was no longer used as a family home. The Smithes lived on the first floor and we lived in one of two converted flats on the second floor. Our living room had huge bay windows looking out over the Cornish countryside. Later we moved up to a larger flat created on the top floor, in what used to be the servants quarters. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe manor house was surrounded by about 35 acres which included a private garden, a field containing chalets and caravans, a tumble-down barn, two walled gardens, woodland and a long tree lined driveway leading to the main road, about half a mile from the village of St Tudy. Kathy, Mike, Paula and Martin had to walk to the end of the drive, a good half mile, to get the school bus every morning. I regularly walked down to St Tudy village with Nick in his pram and later took him to a playgroup in the Village Hall. We also had a car - first a mini and then a Ford Escort - which was handy for shopping: in fact more so then than now, you could barely survive in Cornwall without a car. Mike and I both passed our driving test in Bodmin - he passed first time and I passed on my 4th attempt (I blame the bad habits I acquired drivng round Kericho with the College driver!!)\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWe had to drive ... shopping in Camelford, nearest town, but also in Bodmin, Wadebridge and Truro. We loved the beaches at Trebarwith and Rock and enjoyed visiting Boscastle and Tintagel. Mike had a holiday job at a chippy in Tintagel while he and Martin went to discos at the Cobweb in Boscastle. Kathy went riding in St Breward. We had to go all the way to Port Isaac to see the Doctor although one day a week he had a surgery in St Tudy. Nick was born in Truro and later had his tonsils out at St Michaels Hospital in Hayle. Kathy\u0027s boyfriend lived on a farm near Wadebridge and Mike\u0027s first wife came from near Penzance. I met my husband Colin at Hengar and he lived in Lanivet, a village near Bodmin. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EApart from being a bit isolated, Hengar was a lovely place to live but as a business proposition it struggled. It needed a lot of money spending on it to upgrade the chalets, convert the barn into more flats, revive and develop the walled gardens, and improve guest facilities and so on, but we didn\u0027t have that money. The lack of money created tension between the two families, evidenced mainly by constant arguments between my Mum and my Uncle. Eventually in about 1973\/4 Dad bought a house and the Stokoes moved into St Tudy Village \u2013 to Cavalier Cottage. This was a two storey stone built cottage, with garden, in a end of terrace cul de sac, next door but one to the village shop. It was easier to make friends being in the village and I enjoyed living there. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENick went to play school in the village hall and at 4 \u00bd he became a pupil at the village school.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Ca href=\u0022\/file\/513\u0022\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\u0022Cavalier Cottage, St Tudy, Cornwall\u0022 title=\u0022Cavalier Cottage\u0022 class=\u0022image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter\u0022 data-delta=\u00222\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/cavaliercottage.jpg?itok=YYY24JJK\u0022\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Ci\u003EThe Smithes also sold up and left Hengar in the early 70s and moved to Liskeard. 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Kenya High School - a story (Midnight Feast)", + "log": "", + "status": "0", + "comment": "2", + "promote": "1", + "sticky": "0", + "vuuid": "bfbbe7ca-b802-4c35-9190-761002079192", + "ds_switch": "", + "nid": "14", + "type": "article", + "language": "und", + "created": "1380238560", + "changed": "1568067289", + "tnid": "0", + "translate": "0", + "uuid": "4d1cc620-43cf-4945-b44c-e4c56f668c1f", + "revision_timestamp": "1568067289", + "revision_uid": "6", + "body": { + "und": [ + { + "value": "\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003EI was a boarder at Kenya High School for Girls, in Nairobi, from 1962 to 1968, my formative teenage years. From age 13 to 18 I spend almost my whole life there, apart from days out and holidays. This is a story based on a genuine memory from my Kenya High School days, which I wrote up during my \u0027Memoir Writing\u0027 course. I have changed the names of my friends as I can\u0027t remember who was breaking the rules with me.\u003C\/em\u003E\u003Ci\u003E \u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EI wake with Mary tugging my blanket. Blinking as my eyes adjust to the darkness and embarrassed at having fallen asleep (when we\u0027d had a pact to stay awake till midnight), I quickly pull on my dressing gown and follow her, not forgetting to shove my pillow under the covers to disguise the emptiness of my bed. Luckily no one else stirs. Sue is waiting at the top of the stairs and wraith-like we descend to the basement. Once we reach the safety of the locker room we can use the torch, sparingly, but still no talking, just in case. A tin is retrieved from Mary\u0027s locker, behind her hockey pads; there is a smell of shoe polish and blanco. The prefect\u0027s shoes are on the shelf waiting to be polished by some unfortunate \u0027rabble\u0027. We will get more than shoe polishing as a punishment if we\u0027re caught. My heart is pounding but there is no going back now, we\u0027re on a mission. At the rear of the locker room there is small window leading to a store room and one by one we climb onto the shelf, careful not to move the shoes, and squeeze through. Sue goes first as she\u0027s the tallest and its quite a drop down to the store room floor, she catches the tin then helps Mary and me down. I\u0027m last and push the window to, without securing it so as not to impede our return journey, although looking back I wonder how we\u0027ll get up there.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ENow we can relax, confident that no one has seen or heard us, our mission meticulously planned and executed. I won\u0027t let Mary put the light on though, I\u0027m still nervous, someone might see it and come to investigate. I\u0027m a scaredy cat - afraid of breaking the rules. I can take the punishment but cringe with fear and embarrassment at getting caught and being shouted at. We sit on the floor, legs crossed, dressing gowns wrapped tightly, the pale moonlight seeping in round the loosely fitting door helps preserve our torch battery, and our faces light up at the contents of the tin: sugar daddies, black jacks and mars bars from tuck shop, the remains of Sue\u0027s Mums chocolate cake, and a packet of fizzies - which we have to lick as we have no water to dissolve them in...what a feast. We set about it greedily, almost forgetting where we are but luxuriating in our naughtiness and bravado. What a story we\u0027ll have to tell when we\u0027re back in the dorm tomorrow. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EHaving polished off the contents of the tin we entertain ourselves by making animal silhouettes with the torch and telling ghost stories while giving our faces a scary glow by holding a torch under our chin. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u201c\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWho might know when the ghosts go by, you might be the next to die\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EThey wrap you up in a big white sheet and drop you down about 6 feet\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EAll goes well for about a week and then your coffin springs a leak\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWorms crawl in and worms crawl out, they go in thin and come out stout\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EYour eyes fall in and your teeth fall out\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EAnd your brains come trickling down your snout\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu\\ Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003EYour tonsils turn a sickly green and pus oozes out like Devonshire cream\u201d\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u201c\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ETime to go back to bed, I think\u201d says Sue. We had had great fun but just pray that matron won\u0027t be on the prowl as we creep back upstairs, and that none of the prefects will be making a midnight trip to the bathroom. First though, we have to get back through that window to the locker room, more of a challenge than we anticipated. Sue gives Mary a leg up and finds a box to heave herself up. I am last as usual and being the least athletic and tubbiest I am dragged up and through the window by my partners in crime. Phew, the chocolate cake doesn\u0027t help and my knees scrape across the window ledge. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWe are not caught though and soon I am back in bed, but unable to sleep as the adrenalin races round my body. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cem\u003EI was a boarder at Kenya High School for Girls, in Nairobi, from 1962 to 1968, my formative teenage years. From age 13 to 18 I spend almost my whole life there, apart from days out and holidays. This is a story based on a genuine memory from my Kenya High School days, which I wrote up during my \u0027Memoir Writing\u0027 course. I have changed the names of my friends as I can\u0027t remember who was breaking the rules with me.\u003C\/em\u003E\u003Ci\u003E \u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI wake with Mary tugging my blanket. Blinking as my eyes adjust to the darkness and embarrassed at having fallen asleep (when we\u0027d had a pact to stay awake till midnight), I quickly pull on my dressing gown and follow her, not forgetting to shove my pillow under the covers to disguise the emptiness of my bed. Luckily no one else stirs. Sue is waiting at the top of the stairs and wraith-like we descend to the basement. Once we reach the safety of the locker room we can use the torch, sparingly, but still no talking, just in case. A tin is retrieved from Mary\u0027s locker, behind her hockey pads; there is a smell of shoe polish and blanco. The prefect\u0027s shoes are on the shelf waiting to be polished by some unfortunate \u0027rabble\u0027. We will get more than shoe polishing as a punishment if we\u0027re caught. My heart is pounding but there is no going back now, we\u0027re on a mission. At the rear of the locker room there is small window leading to a store room and one by one we climb onto the shelf, careful not to move the shoes, and squeeze through. Sue goes first as she\u0027s the tallest and its quite a drop down to the store room floor, she catches the tin then helps Mary and me down. I\u0027m last and push the window to, without securing it so as not to impede our return journey, although looking back I wonder how we\u0027ll get up there.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENow we can relax, confident that no one has seen or heard us, our mission meticulously planned and executed. I won\u0027t let Mary put the light on though, I\u0027m still nervous, someone might see it and come to investigate. I\u0027m a scaredy cat - afraid of breaking the rules. I can take the punishment but cringe with fear and embarrassment at getting caught and being shouted at. We sit on the floor, legs crossed, dressing gowns wrapped tightly, the pale moonlight seeping in round the loosely fitting door helps preserve our torch battery, and our faces light up at the contents of the tin: sugar daddies, black jacks and mars bars from tuck shop, the remains of Sue\u0027s Mums chocolate cake, and a packet of fizzies - which we have to lick as we have no water to dissolve them in...what a feast. We set about it greedily, almost forgetting where we are but luxuriating in our naughtiness and bravado. What a story we\u0027ll have to tell when we\u0027re back in the dorm tomorrow. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EHaving polished off the contents of the tin we entertain ourselves by making animal silhouettes with the torch and telling ghost stories while giving our faces a scary glow by holding a torch under our chin. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u201c\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWho might know when the ghosts go by, you might be the next to die\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThey wrap you up in a big white sheet and drop you down about 6 feet\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAll goes well for about a week and then your coffin springs a leak\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWorms crawl in and worms crawl out, they go in thin and come out stout\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EYour eyes fall in and your teeth fall out\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAnd your brains come trickling down your snout\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EYour tonsils turn a sickly green and pus oozes out like Devonshire cream\u201d\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u201c\u003Cspan\u003ETime to go back to bed, I think\u201d says Sue. We had had great fun but just pray that matron won\u0027t be on the prowl as we creep back upstairs, and that none of the prefects will be making a midnight trip to the bathroom. First though, we have to get back through that window to the locker room, more of a challenge than we anticipated. Sue gives Mary a leg up and finds a box to heave herself up. I am last as usual and being the least athletic and tubbiest I am dragged up and through the window by my partners in crime. 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Special friendships have been forged and cemented by being at boarding school together, often 100s of miles away from our family. Autograph and address books are filling up with promises to keep in touch, and tears are shed as its time for goodbyes and parents arrive to take us home. My best friends Angie, Andi and I are staying in Kenya for a few months more and have already arranged a safari together and I think Dad has plans to get me a job in Kericho as my university course won\u0027t start till October. I\u0027m looking forward to a few months holiday and spending time with family and friends. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EJanuary to July 1969\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWhen my results arrive I find I have done well \u2013 grade A\u0027s in French and German and Grade B in English, my place at Keele University to study Modern Languages is confirmed, future mapped out. The first six months of 1969 are happy and full of fun. The camping trip is fab: we camp for 3 days on the shores of Lake Naivasha with Angie\u0027s friends Roddy and Travis; Roddy drives us in his landrover around hot, dusty but scenic places like Mount Longanot and Hells Gate, we cook on a camp fire, lie in the sun and drink Tusker larger. I don\u0027t think we washed at all as we were afraid to swim in the lake for fear of nasty diseases, hippos or even crocs. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EThe hub of my social life in Kericho is still the water ski-ing club at Kerenga dam. We go there every Sunday and I am getting quite good. I am also having golf lessons and going to a few discos at the golf club, very 60\u0027s!!. The club is also where my parents socialise - Dad is an excellent golfer and also quite a \u0027thesp\u0027 and is performing in yet another pantomime while Mum is painting the scenery as well as helping with costumes and makeup. Although many of my friends live out of town on Tea Estates we hang out regularly at the Tea Hotel swimming pool as well as at Kerenga. I am learning to drive too. Mum gave me some initial lessons and now Dad lets me go out in the Volvo with George, the college driver. I drive all around Kericho township but George doesn\u0027t really instruct me and I later learn that I had picked up lots of bad habits - I fail my test 3 times when I get to England.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EMy friend Andi comes to stay and we get a ride in the \u0022Atmospherics Incorporated\u0022\u0026nbsp; plane for a spectacular view of Kericho from above; then I go to Chemelil, up near Kisumu where her Dad works in a sugar factory,\u0026nbsp; to spend a few days with her as there is a big party planned. When I come home I fall seriously ill with malaria and am confined to bed for several days. Our doctor diagnosed flu so I didn\u0027t get the correct treatment immediately; at one point I was hallucinating and Mum thought I was going to die! Thankfully I didn\u0027t die nor had I contracted the recurring or cerebral malaria, so I made a full and permanent recovery after a couple of weeks.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EAt the end of April Dad has fixed me a job at Greensteds primary school in Nakuru, as a kind of teaching assistant. The Headmaster and his wife - George and Madge Jenner, both taught at Nyeri primary when I was there and Dad knows them very well, plus my brother and sister are both pupils at Greensteds. I am to work here for one term only, until we go to England on leave in July. Nakuru is about 100 miles from my home in Kericho so I have to live here as well. I have a room, with shared bathroom, in the boarding block and I am working with Anita Dickinson-Chetham. Anita is a beautiful blonde, a bit older than me, and I am in the greatest awe of her. I once went to a lunch party around her parents swimming pool at their Tea Estate home in Kericho. She is engaged to a guy called John who also works at Greensteds and they are very friendly. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EAnita loves horses and often rides ones from the school pony club. One evening she persuades me to go riding with her and John, I agree even though I am not much of a rider, unlike my sister who is a pony club star, and have probably only sat on a horse once or twice. As the three of us are riding up hill, with Anita in the lead, her horse stumbles over some rocks and kicks out at the horse behind \u2013 unfortunately mine - which rears up and throws me \u0027out of the side door\u0027. Well actually I just slide off the horse sideways onto the ground but I grab my shin in pain and feel blood coming through my trousers. It turns out to be quite a bad cut so John drives me to the local hospital in Nakuru where an off duty British doctor stitches me up. Anita reckons he was drunk because he did a very poor job, instead of a neat pencil scar I have one that gapes across my left shin, still quite noticeable even 40 years on.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EPregnant!\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIt is at Greensteds that I realise I am pregnant, an agonising time when I retreat into a state of denial, the longer it goes on the harder it is to \u0027own up\u0027 and address the issue so I say nothing. At the end of July 1969 we go to England for Dad\u0027s next leave, and where Kathy, Mike and I are all going to new schools\/colleges. We spend most of the summer at Hengar Manor in Cornwall (which is to become our new home) but no one seems to notice or even comment on my expanding waistline - apart from Mum and she doesn\u0027t suspect the real reason for it. Finally it is the end of September and time to start university, Dad drives me up to Newcastle under Lyme and so into \u0027Freshers week\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ESo many interesting clubs to join so what do I sign up for ? Well mountaineering for a start (in my condition???) and I even go on a trip up Snowdon. About 2 weeks into term all students have to register with one of the university doctors, there is a face to face registration interview at the end of which the doctor asks me if there is anything else she should know. I take a deep breath and blurt out \u201cI\u0027m six months pregnant\u201d....... its actually quite a relief to face up to the truth after those months of denial. I tell her about my thoughts of going to an unmarried mothers home in Liverpool that I have researched but she persuades me that I must tell my parents first so I pluck up courage and phone my Mum (Dad has already gone back to Kenya). The next day my Uncle Gordon drives up to Keele and takes me back to Cornwall. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ENothing terrible happens, the world doesn\u0027t end, I\u0027m not thrown out on the street nor banished to a convent or even to that home for unmarried mothers. Everyone is really supportive, no recriminations or difficult questions. By Christmas I have been to the doctor and am registered to have the baby at Treliske Hospital in Truro, sometime in January, and I have two maternity dresses. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EDad is sending extra money but Gordon makes me register for National Assistance, a creepy little man comes round from the DHSS and asks me lots of questions....\u201dno, I have no contact with the baby\u0027s father, he\u0027s in another country, he doesn\u0027t know about the baby\u201d....and a few weeks later they send me an order book, to be cashed at the Post Office in St Tudy. Of course the family want to know who the father is but when I open my mouth to speak no words will come out. Life goes on. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENicholas Peter Stokoe\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIn fact life at Hengar is pretty quiet, but its so good to have my Mum here to support me. Its a typical Cornish winter, non stop rain, but we go on little shopping trips to Bodmin and Camelford, and Truro when I\u0027m down there for a hospital check up. I also have a Mothercare mail order catalogue which is wonderful. Two months is a short pregnancy and just 3 weeks after Christmas spent with family and cousins my baby is born. Its a Wednesday evening about 11pm, Mum and I are watching the wrestling on telly and I think I might be going into labour. In fact I have no idea because I don\u0027t really know what labour might feel like, but I am past my due date so Mum decides to call an ambulance to take me the 50 odd miles to Treliske Hospital. Nothing happens when I arrive there so the following day I have to be induced. I have 2 vivid memories of that time, firstly the panic of waking up fuzzy brained from the gas and air, unsure whether I have had a baby or not, and if so where is it ?? The nurse reassures me that my baby boy is fine and they have taken him off to the baby unit so that I can sleep. Second is the loneliness of being in hospital for two whole weeks, due to a urine infection, when families can only visit at weekends \u2013 only fathers during the week. I also remember the kindness of a Geordie nursing assistant who called me \u0027flower\u0027 and chatted to me every day.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ENicholas Peter was born on 23 January 1970, 8lb 1oz; I registered him while still in hospital and have no idea why I choose those names for him \u2013 no connection to anyone I know. I do eventually get to take him home just before before my 20th birthday. He is perfect: healthy and strong, obviously suffering no ill effects from lack of care during pregnancy. I adore him - as do all my family. None of us have ever had a single days regret about his arrival into the world and he has made us all proud, especially me.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EPostscript \u003Cem\u003E.... the story continues with a move to Brighton and then back to Cornwall. Nick came with me on several holidays to Kenya in the early 70\u0027s, to Kericho and the Coast so there are photos and films of him there.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E", + "summary": "", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EPrior to 1969 my life has been detailed in the early Kenya stories, Kagumo and Kericho etc, this bit describes my transition from child to adult..............\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe end of school\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIts December 1968 and end of term excitement is different this term, its our last term ever at the \u0027Boma\u0027 (aka the Kenya High School for Girls) so is tinged with both sadness and anticipation. \u0027 A\u0027 levels were completed in November, results out in January so no need to worry just yet, but 6 years of friendships are coming to end as we go our separate ways into the world, in fact across the world. Special friendships have been forged and cemented by being at boarding school together, often 100s of miles away from our family. Autograph and address books are filling up with promises to keep in touch, and tears are shed as its time for goodbyes and parents arrive to take us home. My best friends Angie, Andi and I are staying in Kenya for a few months more and have already arranged a safari together and I think Dad has plans to get me a job in Kericho as my university course won\u0027t start till October. I\u0027m looking forward to a few months holiday and spending time with family and friends. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EJanuary to July 1969\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhen my results arrive I find I have done well \u2013 grade A\u0027s in French and German and Grade B in English, my place at Keele University to study Modern Languages is confirmed, future mapped out. The first six months of 1969 are happy and full of fun. The camping trip is fab: we camp for 3 days on the shores of Lake Naivasha with Angie\u0027s friends Roddy and Travis; Roddy drives us in his landrover around hot, dusty but scenic places like Mount Longanot and Hells Gate, we cook on a camp fire, lie in the sun and drink Tusker larger. I don\u0027t think we washed at all as we were afraid to swim in the lake for fear of nasty diseases, hippos or even crocs. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe hub of my social life in Kericho is still the water ski-ing club at Kerenga dam. We go there every Sunday and I am getting quite good. I am also having golf lessons and going to a few discos at the golf club, very 60\u0027s!!. The club is also where my parents socialise - Dad is an excellent golfer and also quite a \u0027thesp\u0027 and is performing in yet another pantomime while Mum is painting the scenery as well as helping with costumes and makeup. Although many of my friends live out of town on Tea Estates we hang out regularly at the Tea Hotel swimming pool as well as at Kerenga. I am learning to drive too. Mum gave me some initial lessons and now Dad lets me go out in the Volvo with George, the college driver. I drive all around Kericho township but George doesn\u0027t really instruct me and I later learn that I had picked up lots of bad habits - I fail my test 3 times when I get to England.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMy friend Andi comes to stay and we get a ride in the \u0022Atmospherics Incorporated\u0022\u00a0 plane for a spectacular view of Kericho from above; then I go to Chemelil, up near Kisumu where her Dad works in a sugar factory,\u00a0 to spend a few days with her as there is a big party planned. When I come home I fall seriously ill with malaria and am confined to bed for several days. Our doctor diagnosed flu so I didn\u0027t get the correct treatment immediately; at one point I was hallucinating and Mum thought I was going to die! Thankfully I didn\u0027t die nor had I contracted the recurring or cerebral malaria, so I made a full and permanent recovery after a couple of weeks.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAt the end of April Dad has fixed me a job at Greensteds primary school in Nakuru, as a kind of teaching assistant. The Headmaster and his wife - George and Madge Jenner, both taught at Nyeri primary when I was there and Dad knows them very well, plus my brother and sister are both pupils at Greensteds. I am to work here for one term only, until we go to England on leave in July. Nakuru is about 100 miles from my home in Kericho so I have to live here as well. I have a room, with shared bathroom, in the boarding block and I am working with Anita Dickinson-Chetham. Anita is a beautiful blonde, a bit older than me, and I am in the greatest awe of her. I once went to a lunch party around her parents swimming pool at their Tea Estate home in Kericho. She is engaged to a guy called John who also works at Greensteds and they are very friendly. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAnita loves horses and often rides ones from the school pony club. One evening she persuades me to go riding with her and John, I agree even though I am not much of a rider, unlike my sister who is a pony club star, and have probably only sat on a horse once or twice. As the three of us are riding up hill, with Anita in the lead, her horse stumbles over some rocks and kicks out at the horse behind \u2013 unfortunately mine - which rears up and throws me \u0027out of the side door\u0027. Well actually I just slide off the horse sideways onto the ground but I grab my shin in pain and feel blood coming through my trousers. It turns out to be quite a bad cut so John drives me to the local hospital in Nakuru where an off duty British doctor stitches me up. Anita reckons he was drunk because he did a very poor job, instead of a neat pencil scar I have one that gapes across my left shin, still quite noticeable even 40 years on.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EPregnant!\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt is at Greensteds that I realise I am pregnant, an agonising time when I retreat into a state of denial, the longer it goes on the harder it is to \u0027own up\u0027 and address the issue so I say nothing. At the end of July 1969 we go to England for Dad\u0027s next leave, and where Kathy, Mike and I are all going to new schools\/colleges. We spend most of the summer at Hengar Manor in Cornwall (which is to become our new home) but no one seems to notice or even comment on my expanding waistline - apart from Mum and she doesn\u0027t suspect the real reason for it. Finally it is the end of September and time to start university, Dad drives me up to Newcastle under Lyme and so into \u0027Freshers week\u0027.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESo many interesting clubs to join so what do I sign up for ? Well mountaineering for a start (in my condition???) and I even go on a trip up Snowdon. About 2 weeks into term all students have to register with one of the university doctors, there is a face to face registration interview at the end of which the doctor asks me if there is anything else she should know. I take a deep breath and blurt out \u201cI\u0027m six months pregnant\u201d....... its actually quite a relief to face up to the truth after those months of denial. I tell her about my thoughts of going to an unmarried mothers home in Liverpool that I have researched but she persuades me that I must tell my parents first so I pluck up courage and phone my Mum (Dad has already gone back to Kenya). The next day my Uncle Gordon drives up to Keele and takes me back to Cornwall. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENothing terrible happens, the world doesn\u0027t end, I\u0027m not thrown out on the street nor banished to a convent or even to that home for unmarried mothers. Everyone is really supportive, no recriminations or difficult questions. By Christmas I have been to the doctor and am registered to have the baby at Treliske Hospital in Truro, sometime in January, and I have two maternity dresses. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EDad is sending extra money but Gordon makes me register for National Assistance, a creepy little man comes round from the DHSS and asks me lots of questions....\u201dno, I have no contact with the baby\u0027s father, he\u0027s in another country, he doesn\u0027t know about the baby\u201d....and a few weeks later they send me an order book, to be cashed at the Post Office in St Tudy. Of course the family want to know who the father is but when I open my mouth to speak no words will come out. Life goes on. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENicholas Peter Stokoe\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn fact life at Hengar is pretty quiet, but its so good to have my Mum here to support me. Its a typical Cornish winter, non stop rain, but we go on little shopping trips to Bodmin and Camelford, and Truro when I\u0027m down there for a hospital check up. I also have a Mothercare mail order catalogue which is wonderful. Two months is a short pregnancy and just 3 weeks after Christmas spent with family and cousins my baby is born. Its a Wednesday evening about 11pm, Mum and I are watching the wrestling on telly and I think I might be going into labour. In fact I have no idea because I don\u0027t really know what labour might feel like, but I am past my due date so Mum decides to call an ambulance to take me the 50 odd miles to Treliske Hospital. Nothing happens when I arrive there so the following day I have to be induced. I have 2 vivid memories of that time, firstly the panic of waking up fuzzy brained from the gas and air, unsure whether I have had a baby or not, and if so where is it ?? The nurse reassures me that my baby boy is fine and they have taken him off to the baby unit so that I can sleep. Second is the loneliness of being in hospital for two whole weeks, due to a urine infection, when families can only visit at weekends \u2013 only fathers during the week. I also remember the kindness of a Geordie nursing assistant who called me \u0027flower\u0027 and chatted to me every day.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENicholas Peter was born on 23 January 1970, 8lb 1oz; I registered him while still in hospital and have no idea why I choose those names for him \u2013 no connection to anyone I know. 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She had to be a boarder because her Mum was still recovering in England and her Dad was hundreds of miles away in Kericho. She did have her brother to keep her company but Kathy was quickly taken under the wing of Madge Jenner, the Headmasters wife and she didn\u0027t seem to be homesick at all! \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EIt was at Greensteds that Kathy developed her love of horse riding which she continued back home in Kericho by joining the Pony Club. She also competed in the Nakuru show when she was about 10. Shortly before we left Kenya we had the loan of two horses to look after at home in Kericho. 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She\u0026nbsp; moved to Cornwall with her Mum, to live at Hengar Manor at St Tudy near Bodmin: a large manor house divided into flats where her cousins, the Smithes, were living and runnung a caravan and chalet park business. She was soon joined by her sister and brother.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EKathy thrived in Cornwall; she settled in well, made friends and enjoyed being a pupil at Sir James Smiths in Camelford, she did well academically and was quite sporty - being awarded \u0027Victrixludorum\u0027 on sports day for running both the first and last leg of the 100m relay. She was able to continue her passion for horse by riding at stables in nearby St Breward with her friend Julie Parsons. She also fell in love when she was 17, with Rob Reskelly, a boy from school whose family had a farm near Wadebridge.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E Sadly in 1975 when she was only 17,\u0026nbsp; Kathy had to move to Brighton with her mum, sister and nephew, and complete her A levels at a new school. She never really settled in Brighton and after completing her exams, she moved back to the Reskelly\u0027s farm in Cornwall where she lived until about 1979; she was living there when her Mum died in Kenya in October 1976. Her teenage relationship with Rob didn\u0027t last into her twenties, it ended when she moved to Plymouth to secretarial college and work. One of her first jobs was with local TV company, TSW: she worked as a \u0027capgen operator\u0027, typing up the credits and screen titles, and she even appeared regularly on TV, albeit hidden beneath her alter ego \u0022Gus Honeybun\u0022 \u2013 a big smiley rabbity puppet who did bunny hops and ear waggling while the presenter read out children\u0027s birthday messages.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EIt was in Plymouth in about 1981 that she met another Rob, well a Robbie this time, and they later moved in together and later went on \u0027a big adventure\u0027 together.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003ETHE BIG ADVENTURE\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EIn 1986 Kathy and Robbie bought a sailing boat, a 40 ish foot \u0027Westerly\u0027 which they re-named Karobi (mix of kathy and robbie).\u0026nbsp; After a few months doing the boat up and taking navigation classes the intrepid pair quit their jobs, sold their house and left Plymouth heading for France. They sailed away one evening in October hoping that it would be quieter crossing the Channel at night, a brave decision which put their lack of navigation experience to the test. During the early hours Robbie realised that all was not well, Karobi was grounded on a rock just off the Channel Island of Alderney. Fortunately as the tide rose they were able to re-float the yacht and continue their journey unscathed. This and other dramas were not disclosed until much later, when they were safely back home!\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EOnce Karobi had crossed \u0027La Manche\u0027 and was safely moored in Honfleur Harbour, the next task for her crew was to stow her mast in readiness for a long voyage through France, following its rivers and canals south to Marseilles. The journey took them nearly 3 months - fun and eventful, meeting many like-minded nautical travellers. After reaching the port of Sete, near Marseilles the next target destination was Alicante, achieved in a series of one day sailing \u0027hops\u0027 down the Spanish coast arriving there in time for Christmas. Christmas Day 1986 was a very jolly occasion in the company of fellow water borne travellers they had met en route and a couple of UK friends who flew over to join them.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EOnce the festivities were over and the weather had started to improve \u2013 about April 1987, plans for the next stage of their journey were implemented \u2013 destination Greece. This time Karobi and her crew undertook a number of extended \u0027hops\u0027 from one island to the next, across the Mediterranean, with the crew having to stay awake all night; they sailed from Alicante to the Balearic Islands, then to Sardinia, Sicily and finally across to Zante with a few days to rest between each leg of the journey. They arrived in Zante (Zakynthos) in June 1987 and remained, moored up in Laganas Bay to rest and recuperate for a few months. More visitors came, including sister, Jan and Robbie\u0027s brother Brian. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003ELater in the year Karobi headed though the Corinth canal to the Saronic islands, ending up in Poros where both sailors, more especially Robbie, had been regular visitors; they settled down to a period of partying and a bit of olive picking until the Greek winter set in ... then they battened down Karobi\u0027s hatches and flew home to Plymouth for Christmas. The following year (spring 1988) Kathy and Robbie flew back to Karobi to spend another year in Greece, again with lots of friends visiting. Eventually, summer over, the couple agreed that it was time to take Karobi home, completing their epic journey in reverse, again arriving back in Plymouth for Christmas. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EFinally in 1989 Karobi was sold and Kathy started her TV work again, initially on a temporary\/casual contract basis, but eventually she got back into full time work and was able to buy another house. Robbie however, couldn\u0027t settle, and decided to buy another boat \u2013 Patsy Jean \u2013 an old fishing boat from Guernsey \u2013 longer and wider than Karobi, but without sails and requiring even more renovation. Between about 1989 and 1995 Patsy Jean became the hub of day trips and mini \u0027booze cruises\u0027 in and around Plymouth as well as sailing holidays to Greece with Kathy and Robbie\u0027s friends on board. Finally Robbie and Patsy Jean \u0027retired\u0027 together and they can still be found bobbing around the Greek (Ionian) Island of Lefkas, in the port of Niddry. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EBude\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,serif;\u0022\u003EKathy did settle down after the adventure was over and when she met Roger in 1996 she moved in with him in Bude, North Cornwall. Their son Fletcher was born in 1997. Roger has his own business making ie \u0027shaping\u0027 surfboards and Kathy works as a teaching assistant in Bude\/Stratton primary school. This year - 2019 - after more than\u0026nbsp; 22 years together Kathy and Roger decided to get married. The ceremony was held on the 8th April 2019 at the Beach Hotel in Widemouth Bay. It was a lovely occasion and an opportunity for family and friends to get together for a big party. 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She had to be a boarder because her Mum was still recovering in England and her Dad was hundreds of miles away in Kericho. She did have her brother to keep her company but Kathy was quickly taken under the wing of Madge Jenner, the Headmasters wife and she didn\u0027t seem to be homesick at all! \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt was at Greensteds that Kathy developed her love of horse riding which she continued back home in Kericho by joining the Pony Club. She also competed in the Nakuru show when she was about 10. Shortly before we left Kenya we had the loan of two horses to look after at home in Kericho. They were Copper and Stubbs and Kathy had to feed and groom them as well as ride them around the College.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cem\u003EKathy riding in Kericho and also at the Nakuru Show\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video media-element file-default media-youtube-9\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221966 Kathy ridin at Nakuru show\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/k3LPukuCOTM?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221966 Kathy ridin at Nakuru show\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221966 Kathy ridin at Nakuru show\u0022\u003EVideo of 1966 Kathy ridin at Nakuru show\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EKathy was more interested in riding than swimming. 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Her she is riding at Kericho Club in 1966 (2.05 mins)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video media-element file-default media-youtube-10\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221970s show jumping at Kericho\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/uIW5KcFeqDY?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221970s show jumping at Kericho\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221970s show jumping at Kericho\u0022\u003EVideo of 1970s show jumping at Kericho\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EKathy in her starring role as a show jumper again, this time in 1970 at Nakuru show (not sure who else is in the film) 1.17 min\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKathy didn\u0027t attend secondary school in Kenya as when the family finally left in 1969 Kathy was only 11. She\u00a0 moved to Cornwall with her Mum, to live at Hengar Manor at St Tudy near Bodmin: a large manor house divided into flats where her cousins, the Smithes, were living and runnung a caravan and chalet park business. She was soon joined by her sister and brother.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKathy thrived in Cornwall; she settled in well, made friends and enjoyed being a pupil at Sir James Smiths in Camelford, she did well academically and was quite sporty - being awarded \u0027Victrixludorum\u0027 on sports day for running both the first and last leg of the 100m relay. She was able to continue her passion for horse by riding at stables in nearby St Breward with her friend Julie Parsons. She also fell in love when she was 17, with Rob Reskelly, a boy from school whose family had a farm near Wadebridge.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E Sadly in 1975 when she was only 17,\u00a0 Kathy had to move to Brighton with her mum, sister and nephew, and complete her A levels at a new school. She never really settled in Brighton and after completing her exams, she moved back to the Reskelly\u0027s farm in Cornwall where she lived until about 1979; she was living there when her Mum died in Kenya in October 1976. Her teenage relationship with Rob didn\u0027t last into her twenties, it ended when she moved to Plymouth to secretarial college and work. One of her first jobs was with local TV company, TSW: she worked as a \u0027capgen operator\u0027, typing up the credits and screen titles, and she even appeared regularly on TV, albeit hidden beneath her alter ego \u0022Gus Honeybun\u0022 \u2013 a big smiley rabbity puppet who did bunny hops and ear waggling while the presenter read out children\u0027s birthday messages.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt was in Plymouth in about 1981 that she met another Rob, well a Robbie this time, and they later moved in together and later went on \u0027a big adventure\u0027 together.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ETHE BIG ADVENTURE\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn 1986 Kathy and Robbie bought a sailing boat, a 40 ish foot \u0027Westerly\u0027 which they re-named Karobi (mix of kathy and robbie).\u00a0 After a few months doing the boat up and taking navigation classes the intrepid pair quit their jobs, sold their house and left Plymouth heading for France. They sailed away one evening in October hoping that it would be quieter crossing the Channel at night, a brave decision which put their lack of navigation experience to the test. During the early hours Robbie realised that all was not well, Karobi was grounded on a rock just off the Channel Island of Alderney. Fortunately as the tide rose they were able to re-float the yacht and continue their journey unscathed. This and other dramas were not disclosed until much later, when they were safely back home!\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOnce Karobi had crossed \u0027La Manche\u0027 and was safely moored in Honfleur Harbour, the next task for her crew was to stow her mast in readiness for a long voyage through France, following its rivers and canals south to Marseilles. The journey took them nearly 3 months - fun and eventful, meeting many like-minded nautical travellers. After reaching the port of Sete, near Marseilles the next target destination was Alicante, achieved in a series of one day sailing \u0027hops\u0027 down the Spanish coast arriving there in time for Christmas. Christmas Day 1986 was a very jolly occasion in the company of fellow water borne travellers they had met en route and a couple of UK friends who flew over to join them.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOnce the festivities were over and the weather had started to improve \u2013 about April 1987, plans for the next stage of their journey were implemented \u2013 destination Greece. This time Karobi and her crew undertook a number of extended \u0027hops\u0027 from one island to the next, across the Mediterranean, with the crew having to stay awake all night; they sailed from Alicante to the Balearic Islands, then to Sardinia, Sicily and finally across to Zante with a few days to rest between each leg of the journey. They arrived in Zante (Zakynthos) in June 1987 and remained, moored up in Laganas Bay to rest and recuperate for a few months. More visitors came, including sister, Jan and Robbie\u0027s brother Brian. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ELater in the year Karobi headed though the Corinth canal to the Saronic islands, ending up in Poros where both sailors, more especially Robbie, had been regular visitors; they settled down to a period of partying and a bit of olive picking until the Greek winter set in ... then they battened down Karobi\u0027s hatches and flew home to Plymouth for Christmas. The following year (spring 1988) Kathy and Robbie flew back to Karobi to spend another year in Greece, again with lots of friends visiting. Eventually, summer over, the couple agreed that it was time to take Karobi home, completing their epic journey in reverse, again arriving back in Plymouth for Christmas. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EFinally in 1989 Karobi was sold and Kathy started her TV work again, initially on a temporary\/casual contract basis, but eventually she got back into full time work and was able to buy another house. Robbie however, couldn\u0027t settle, and decided to buy another boat \u2013 Patsy Jean \u2013 an old fishing boat from Guernsey \u2013 longer and wider than Karobi, but without sails and requiring even more renovation. Between about 1989 and 1995 Patsy Jean became the hub of day trips and mini \u0027booze cruises\u0027 in and around Plymouth as well as sailing holidays to Greece with Kathy and Robbie\u0027s friends on board. Finally Robbie and Patsy Jean \u0027retired\u0027 together and they can still be found bobbing around the Greek (Ionian) Island of Lefkas, in the port of Niddry. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBude\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKathy did settle down after the adventure was over and when she met Roger in 1996 she moved in with him in Bude, North Cornwall. Their son Fletcher was born in 1997. Roger has his own business making ie \u0027shaping\u0027 surfboards and Kathy works as a teaching assistant in Bude\/Stratton primary school. This year - 2019 - after more than\u00a0 22 years together Kathy and Roger decided to get married. The ceremony was held on the 8th April 2019 at the Beach Hotel in Widemouth Bay. It was a lovely occasion and an opportunity for family and friends to get together for a big party. 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So I will put all the general news first, then add personal bits to separate people at the end. I\u0027m not sure what I\u0027ve written about already, so if you come to a bit you know, just skip it! I\u0027ll put it under headings to make it clearer.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003EFirst, Janet.\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI expect I have said a good deal about her already!\u0026nbsp; Anyway, she is quite a little girl now, not a baby any longer. She has grown a lot recently, and is quite tall for her age, but not so chubby as she was. Her hair is quite long, too, and just curls a bit round her neck. It is still very blond. She is very active, and a bundle of mischief, tearing about all over the place and climbing onto everything. She talks all the time, but still no proper words, mostly a language of her own. At least, all she says that is recognisable is still just \u201cMummy\u201d, \u201cDaddy\u201d, \u201cGone\u201d, \u201cLook at dat\u201d, \u201cPin\u201d and \u201cJoseph\u201d (the house boy). Her \u0027Janet\u0027 language is very expressive, however,and she understands nearly everything that it said to her, both in English and Swahili. I suppose learning the two languages together slows things up a bit for her. She comes out with the odd Swahili words occasionally. She feeds herself well, and has a good appetite, sleeps well and has 14 teeth and some more coming. She is not very well house trained yet, however she is improving in that respect. She is very intrigued with the new baby in the house next door to ours \u2013 Charles Morwood. He is about 5 weeks old now. She keeps running off up the garden on her own to see him when he is out in his pram, lifts up the mosquito net and peers at him intently, gingerly touching any part of him that is visible outside the blanket. She is most upset if he screams. (She would be thrilled with a baby brother of her own now, I\u0027m sure, but one doesn\u0027t seem to be very eager to put in an appearance! We are still hoping) ... she is still very fond of her books, they keep her amused for hours. She knows all the animals in her rag book by their noises, not their names. She turns the page and makes the appropriate noise (Moo, wuff wuff, miaou etc are all very well but what happens when you come to a giraffe!) she is trying to learn the names of those in Mother\u0027s rag book. We hope she\u0027ll be able to see some of them before very long. We did go out into the game park one morning, but there wasn\u0027t much about \u2013 we saw a giraffe and gnus and gazelle and zebra, but she is a little young to take much notice of them yet. We have been looking after the Hesketh\u0027s little dachs. Puppy, \u201cMuffet\u201d for the odd weekends while they have been away and Janet and her get on like wildfire \u2013 Janet treats Muffet somewhat roughly but she doesn\u0027t seem to mind, and in return she (Janet) gives her (Muffet) nearly all her tea (if we don\u0027t stop her). There are so many dogs about the place now of all shapes and sizes \u2013 they are all very friendly, and Janet now goes up and embraces all dogs round the neck most affectionately when she sees them \u2013 which is all very well but one day she may come across a \u0027kali\u0027 (bad tempered) one. I must send some drawings of the D.O.Y. dogs to Mother so that she can make another rag-book of them! Janet loves Muffet so much that I am thinking about trying to get one like her next year. Dachs are good dogs to have out here, because of their size (they travel in cars easily) and their coats are smooth (they do not collect so many ticks and things) J would certainly love an animal of some sort.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003ESecond, Stan.\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe is very fit, and has been working very hard this holiday on his Swahili. He took the Preliminary oral exam at the beginning of the holidays, and passed, and now he is trying for the \u0027Standard\u0027 at the end of this month (written and oral). You have to pass this exam before you get any increments if you work in the Government here \u2013 it is really quite a complicated language when spoken correctly \u2013 most people speak \u0027Kitchen Swahili\u0027 a kind of equivalent to Pidgin English, which is understood but sounds awful to anyone who knows the proper grammatical constructions. They speak the genuine Swahili at the coast, I believe. It is closely related to Arabic. It is very complicated to learn, because all the subjects, tenses, prepositions etc to the verbs are appended at the beginning of the verb, so that it is hardly recognisable at all by the time you have finished with it! This also makes it very difficult to look anything up in the dictionary, because you have to decide first where the real word begins and how much of it is prefixes etc. For example take a word like \u0027nitakapokikula\u0027 which means \u0027when I shall have eaten it\u0027 (relating to food): \u0027ni\u0027 means I, \u0027taka\u0027 \u2013 \u0027shall have\u0027 (future tense), \u0027po\u0027 \u2013 \u0027when\u0027, \u0027ki\u0027 \u2013 it (relating to food and his has to agree) and \u0027kula\u0027 is to eat \u2013 the stem of the verb. I don\u0027t know if this is strictly accurate but you can see the sort of thing. Some of it is most involved. However, our Stan is really slogging away at it and has a good chance of passing, I think. He has until next march to pass so he has time for another shot if he fails this time \u2026. He and some others have been going into town for conversations with an Arab Sheik all this week for practice.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EApart from all this studying, he has had a couple of games of golf with Harry, and finds he is quite proficient at it \u2013 now he is keen to play more, but it is out of the question in term time. Term starts again on Monday, and it looks like like being an extremely busy one for evryone. We are really short staffed here now and it will be even worse next year.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThere are no new staff definitely appointed yet, and we need about 6! If the new buildings are completed in time (which looks doubtful) and the proper number of new boys can come next year, there is just a chance that Stan may be given a junior house. If he does, it will be quite a feather in his cap, as he is the youngest member of staff. He is very much hoping that this comes off, as it may help him to get onto a higher salary scale next tour (after our leave). At present he is only an \u0027Assistant Master\u0027 and all the others (bar one) are \u0027Education Officers\u0027 which means their salaries are slightly higher now, but more important, the top salary is about \u00a3300 higher. If Stan does not manage to get transferred to this scale, it will mean he will be on his top salary by the time he is 35, and that will be \u00a3815 p.a., which isn\u0027t very much for out here, where the cost of living is so high, especially if we have children to educate, it will be practically impossible to manage unless I work all the time. School fees are quite considerable, especially for boarders. So, Stan is going to try for this transfer, and the Headmaster says there is a good chance of his getting it, especially if he does good work as a Housemaster and teaches some classroom subjects. He is at present an Assistant Housemaster, and works very hard at it \u2013 takes games every night, and so on. He is also going to teach a little junior English this term. I think he is looking forward to that.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E(Muriel)\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAs for me, I am still working in the school office, and shall probably keep it up till the end of the year at least. If there is a chance of getting a Matron\u0027s job next year, I may take it, as it would mean less rigid hours, and I could be with Janet more, also I would get free meals in school, and no work during school holidays. (In the office there is quite a lot, and I am only entitled to three weeks holiday in the year.) I hope I shall be able to do this, but a lot of staff wives want Matron\u0027s jobs, naturally, as it is so convenient to have a job on the spot, and they are all short of money,even those on higher salaries than us \u2026..As I told the families, I had to have three days in hospital in July to have a bit of tidying up inside, but it wasn\u0027t really unpleasant. I went in the new Princess Elizabeth Hospital for Women in Nairobi, where everything is new and comfortable (Dunlopillo mattresses etc) and where I was looked after very nicely. I am quite looking forward to going there if I do have another baby! Of course we have to pay for this, though \u2013 36\/- a day, of which the Government refund 15\/-. You have to pay your own Doctor\u0027s bills, but you can go to a Government doctor for advice and free medicine \u2013 I believe they are allowed to charge for operations and confinements. I have also had quite a few visits to the dentist lately, and I am expecting a nice fat bill from him shortly \u2013 no free dental service here. I\u0027ve had 4 fillings, and one very nasty extraction, and now I have a large gap, so I am going to have a small plate. I suppose the whole lot will cost in the region of \u00a320. Isn\u0027t it depressing. (I am giving Janet extra vitamin D, on the dentist\u0027s advice, in the hope that she will have better teeth than me! - calcium is lacking in this country) \u2026. So much for my physical state! (And, a propos of that, I have got a thinner tummy now! I still have to get down another inch to get into some of my older clothes though).... I have been very busy lately, when I am not in the office I have been making Janet a dressing-gown (very fetching, in pale blue Viyella spotted in deep pink, and with frills!) and Fatuma a white dress and I have a skirt and blouse to make up for myself, and a lot of other things to mend and finish etc., besides scenery and costumes to design for the school play (they are doing scenes from Henry IV at the end of next month) and the odd puddings to make and so on. I don\u0027t do much in the way of housekeeping, except a very little cooking, and cleaning the lavatory! (The boys don\u0027t do this) \u2013 and shopping, of course. Even then I never seem to have any time to do all the things I want to do, such as starting some oil painting. I wish I didn\u0027t have to work, but it is essential that we save some money while I can work. We could just live on Stan\u0027s salary if we economise strictly and don\u0027t indulge in any luxuries, - our bills, cut to the minimum, come to a few pounds a month less than Stan\u0027s pay, so we would have practically nothing for clothes, holidays, emergencies, etc. However, we intend to do this (live on Stan\u0027s pay only) for the next six months, and put my entire salary (after we have paid for our new car) into the bank. This means cutting out all drinks except for the occasional beer, and limiting cigarettes, and watching the housekeeping bills closely. One is tempted here to regard as necessities what would be luxuries in England \u2013 but it is a temptation as there is so much available in the way of luxuries. The cost of living is very high \u2013 butter is 3\/2d a pound, and there is no margarine, so it has to be used for cooking and everything. A 2 \u00bd lb joint of beef costs about 5\/6d so we only have one joint a week, as we would in England, and the odd pound of stewing steak, liver etc. Fish is very scarce and expensive, except when lake fish from Lake Victoria is in season. Sea fish is an awful price here, we very rarely get any. A pair of kippers costs 1\/6d. Friut is reasonably cheap,what there is of it \u2013 local oranges and bananas, which are not awfully good, are plentiful, and so are pineapples (these are about 1\/6 \u2013 2\/- according to size.) We don\u0027t get very much South African fruit, which is disappointing, and we only seem to get oranges for a very short part of the year, and an occasional batch of grapefruit. We have fruit salad (pineapple, orange and banana) about 4 nights out of 7 for pudding, I never know what else to have except jelly or custard, one doesn\u0027t seem to want hot puddings here, and there is practically no fruit for stewing, I miss the soft fruit very much \u2013 and apples. We scarcely ever see an apple and tinned fruit is 3\/- and rather taseless. I never know what to give Janet for sweet \u2013 she likes the baby tins of apple and prune, but we can\u0027t always get those, and they are expensive too. We get cape gooseberries sometimes, but they are very acid and pippy. We do get a few strawberries, but they are very small and rather disappointing. They do not seem to be able to grow raspberries, blackcurrants or anything like that. We certainly don\u0027t get peaches or apricots either, except in tins at about 3\/6d or more \u2026 Actually, I don\u0027t think we get any more variety in foods than you do at home, though, of course, we do get as much as we want of butter, cheese, bacon, eggs etc (the cheese is not usually very good here). I hear the rations have been cut again, its rather hard, isn\u0027t it. What a measly littlebit of cheese! We can get chickens for about 5\/- each, but again, they are usually rather skinny, and hardly make more than 2 meals. We scarcely ever get any lamb, or even mutton, and the pork is very expensive. We live on beef and chickens. I miss the fish very much. Eggs are plentiful for most of the year, sometimes they disappear during the rains. They cost about 3\/6 a dozen, best grade. We sometimes get small native eggs from a \u0027toto\u0027 who comes to the door, for 2\/- a dozen. They are fresh and quite good. The vegetables are reasonably cheap, but again, they usually seem rather tasteless, and there isn\u0027t much variety \u2013 just cauliflower, cabbage, carrots, onions, and usually beans or peas. We sometimes get spinach from the school garden. Potatoes are always rather small, we never get nice enough one to bake in their jackets. We are thinking of trying to grow some of our own vegetables. I think it would be worth while.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWell, all this about housekeeping seems to have come under the heading of \u0027Muriel\u0027 but I thought it might interest you \u2013 mother has asked some questions about fruit etc. She also asked about our garden: It is coming along fine \u2013 we now have a nice lawn, quite green and wellcovered, and quite a lot of flowers. The verbena and petunia seem very hardy and have flowered well. We also have some small sunflowers, which have bloomed for several months, quite a lot of nasturtiums, pink-flowered creeping geranium, some larkspur in different colours, tobacco flowers, (these grow like mad here) , heliotrope, forget-me-not, canna lilies, and I have some violas and antirrhinums coming on nicely which have not flowered yet. Altogether, we have quite a pretty garden already,some grown from seed and some from cuttings taken from other people. This country is really a gardener\u0027s paradise, provided the rains don\u0027t fail and you have a hose. Things seem to grow if they are just broken off and stuck in the ground! Its a bit amazing, when you think that nothing was put in before March, not even the grass. The shrubs are coming on well, and we could have bougainvillea, hibiscus and others blooming this time next year, and quite a nice little macracarpa hedge. The garden should be lovely this time next year, for that reason, among others, I should be sorry to be moved out of this house. We\u0027ve worked hard on the garden, and spent quite a bit on it \u2013 trellises, shrubs,etc.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIt only remains now, I think, to tell you about our holiday. We left Janet for four days with Mrs Spencer, who very nobly offered to have her \u2013 she has three little girls of her own, and Mr Spencer took Stan and I in his new Morris Oxford for a trip around Mount Kenya, and for the first time since I\u0027ve been out here I saw a bit of the Kenya countryside.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIt really is beautiful. I was absolutely thrilled, - living here in Nairobi you really get no idea of it. We went on a circular tour of about 500 miles, stopping three nights at hotels. We passed through all types of country, first going round the Escarpment at the end of the Great rift Valley, where you suddenly come upon the wonderful vista of the Rift spread out for miles and miles below you, it is an amazing sight. Then down and across the floor of the valley \u2013 very dry and hot, with little scrubby thorn trees; then up through rolling green farmland with herds of lovely British cattle, to Thomson\u0027s Falls, where we stayed the first night. There had been a few heavy storms (including one we met on the road, and had to put chains on the car because of the deep mud) and there was a lot of water coming over the falls \u2013 it was a wonderful sight.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe next morning we set off through the wilder game country to the north of the mountain, across to Nanyuki, where we had lunch, then on again and across the shoulder of the foothills, where we had amazing views of the Northern Frontier Province, across towards Abyssinia, absolutely miles and miles of it, a sort of brownish colour,interspersed with queer shaped mountains, mostly dead volcanoes, spreading right away as far as the eye can see (plenty of game there, but we didn\u0027t have time to go out and look for any \u2013 not much civilisation either!) then we came on to Meru, a tiny place north east of the mountain, for the next night. The country changes very suddenly here, and coming round south of the mountain it is almost tropical \u2013 you come along a winding road round all the valley, about 90 miles, with about 90 hairpin bends, crossing dozens of beautiful little mountain streams running down thickly wooded valleys full of enormous cedar trees and thick undergrowth of palms and bushes, with here and there clearings and groups of thatched native huts in the midst of banana plantations. Really beautiful country, so lush and fertile looking. The third night we came back to Nyeri, our side of the mountain, where we stayed at the local \u0027pub\u0027, and came home the next day, back down to Nairobi and the least interesting part of the trip. At Nyeri, which is a lovely spot with a glorious view of Mount Kenya one side and the Aberdare Mountains on the other, we visited Mr Harris\u0027s farm \u2013 at least the land where he is building a small farm. It is a beautiful spot. He is going to retire there, and grow maize and pyrrethrum (a very lucrative business), and keep a few cattle. (Most people retiring do the same thing here \u2013 buy small farms and live off the land \u2013 very nice for them, but not so good for the country, which really needs to be developed and farmed systematically on a large scale, not by individuals doing it as a hobby in their old age) Well we came home thoroughly thrilled with it all, and realising how people can fall for this country in big way. You can quite understand what a thrilling life it was for the early settlers, and how they hate life in Nairobi! They used to have to shoot leopards and rhino on their doorsteps, but it must have been an exhilarating life. Some of the farmers made money,others were unlucky \u2013 it was a very chancy life, but they must have been tough, and they must have loved the land.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe weather was fine when we went away - opur \u201csummer\u201d just starting, with blue skies and hot sunshine and a \u201csea-sidey\u201d feel in the air. Well, I really think I must leave off now and go home \u2013 I am going a bit cross eyed, so I will finish in personal letters and just say I hope you haven\u0027t been bored by the personal details, which are put in for mothers\u0027 benefits!\u0022\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003ELetter no 2\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EEaster Monday 1952 (from DOYS Nairobi)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EDear Mother,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI feel very guilty about not writing to you for so long \u2013 I just don\u0027t know where the weeks have gone to! It seems just as difficult to find time to write now as when I was in the office \u2013 I\u0027ve been meaning to write for ages. The end of term is usually pretty hectic, even the Matrons have a lot to do \u2013 all the bedding to collect and send to the laundry, supervise the storing away of mattresses, and so on (86 mattresses and the the relative number of sheets and blankets, for the two houses in my block).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EA couple of weeks before the end of term we had house plays \u2013 Stan was responsible for two, because he was producing the Delamere play (\u201cThe Dear Departed\u201d - quite amusing) and helping one of his Prefects produce the Junior play, which was a silly thing all about buried treasure, and the whole House (35 of them) were in it. All the little ones were pirates, wearing their pyjama trousers and games jerseys and coloured hankies on their heads \u2013 they looked quite colourful on the stage, especially as they had all given themselves moustaches, beards, black eyes, scars, tattoo marks, and so on, with black ink. They had a fine time, as you can imagine. Some of them are so small, they are really quite children; they are all twelve or thirteen years old, but some of them really do look such \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Elittle\u003C\/span\u003E boys, especially in their pyjamas, In contrast, the Head of the House, who is sixteen only, is about six feet tall and proportionately well developed! He made an impressive Pirate Chief, with all the little ones as his crew. The Delamere play was quite well done, and everyone enjoyed it. Two of the boys made very good women, with borrowed clothes and a little stuffing ! I did the make up and a good time was had by all.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn Palm Sunday, the School Choir (which includes some of the staff and some borrowed soloists) did Bach\u0027s St Luke Passion. Dominic Spencer is a keen musician, and he trained them. They worked very hard at it and it went off very well (though of course not quite like the Alleyn\u0027s choir! - the school isn\u0027t up to that standard yet.) Stan is in the choir, Mrs Spencer says he has a very nice voice, but he needs to learn to read music. He thoroughly enjoys the choir. I wish I could be in it too! - I may insist on being in it next year, even if I don\u0027t exactly help I think I could promise not to hinder, because they are hoping to have a go at the \u0027Messaih\u0027 and I know that so well... Stan has been going to rehearsals every Sunday night during this term, so that has been another night on my own. During term time we wives don\u0027t see much of our husbands, although they are working on the spot. -there is always something happening, games duties, house duties, plays, meetings and so on.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThis Wednesday, when all the boys had gone, we had a staff party down in the new boarding block. We had dinner first, then dancing in the new common room (which is one of the few rooms in the school that have parquet floors instead of red concrete). The Head is very keen on Scotch Reels, the Dashing White Sargeant, and all those, and he had everyone doing them, the men stripping off their dinner jackets and dancing in their shirt sleeves, some with braces and some with trousers tied up with scarves or ties ! It wasn\u0027t exactly dignified, and extremely warm, but quite fun. I should think the boys would have had a laugh if they could have seen some of them galloping about and puffing and blowing. Now that our Staff is up to about 30 strong (including Matrons) some of them are \u0027not as young as they were\u0027. The Head himself is a very good dancer, though he looks a lot older than his forty five odd years.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ELast week was quite an exciting week (for us), as we also had a party of our own on Saturday, for my birthday. We thought it was about time we did, as we haven\u0027t had once since we\u0027ve been here. We made quite a lot of preparations, and I cooked sausage rolls and cheese straws,and made dozens of \u201ctoasties\u201d. About 20 people came, and it all went off very nicely. You will be glad to hear that it was a very sober party, and not nearly as much liquid refreshment was consumed as we had catered for. I think that usually happens at that sort of party \u2013 people are too busy chatting (and in this case eating) to drink very much. So it didn\u0027t cost as much as we\u0027d expected. Janet was a little angel for once, and slept all evening without stirring, in spite of considerable noise. I had my hair cut and curled, and made myself a dress of grey coat-taffeta, which was quite a success, though it only cost about 50\/-. (it would have cost at least \u00a315 if I\u0027d bought it) Everyone seems to approve of my hair short \u2013 I\u0027m going to have it permed at the end of the month.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe most exciting piece of recent news is that the Art Master is unexpectedly leaving this term, and as a Relief could not be found, I am going to teach Art for two terms! I am very thrilled about this, its what I\u0027ve always hoped might happen, of course, but never really expected it. Its not \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eabsolutely\u003C\/span\u003E definite yet, but I think it must be as we had the dinner party as farewell to Mr Roberts, and the school presented him with a silver tankard, so it would be a bit silly if he didn\u0027t go now. I don\u0027t know yet what salary they are going to pay me, as I have no actual teaching qualification, but it should be more than I get as a Matron, I hope. Anyway, even if it isn\u0027t, I am still very pleased and it will be a jolly interesting experience, and I have much more confidence about teaching now than I would have had ten years ago. I\u0027m quite sure I can manage as well as \u0027Taffy\u0027, who is really a woodwork instructor and has had no art training at all. Unfortunately, the school has no art room as yet, pnly a temporary classroom with not much space and a rickety floor, but it will at least be fun. I hope I shan\u0027t have any trouble with discipline \u2013 I think I will be all right as long as I can keep them interested, and that shouldn\u0027t be hard, there are so many aspects to art that Taffy hasn\u0027t touched on and that they could have a go at. About twenty boys are taking School Certificate in December in Art, the others can do what they like, there is no syllabus to be followed. And School Certificate Art is very simple \u2026.This will help me make an effort to produce more of my own work, too. Stan has bought me a very nice big easel and some more brushes and paints, and I am definitely going to try and do some oil painting this holiday. I want to do some portraits. I\u0027ve done one or two in pastel, one of Pam was quite successful, but the others not so, - I need more practice, but I\u0027m pleased to find that I\u2019m not really any \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eworse\u003C\/span\u003E than I was when I left the Art School. Kate Spencer wants me to do her three little girls in pastel, I do hope I can make a good job of it. Children are difficult, of course, it\u0027s the sitting that\u0027s the trouble. The older one may be able to sit a bit, but I\u0027m not sure about the others. I shall have to make some preliminary sketches from photographs, I expect. I\u0027ll try and do one of Janet, too. I\u0027ve had her Polyfoto taken, and will sent you some of the little ones with this letter \u2013 they are quite good, and I am getting a big one for you later, - they are being done now, as a matter of fact, but I don\u0027t know whether I can send them Air Mail or not.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI must go now and see about Janet\u0027s dinner, Stan has had her out all morning,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003Eand I expect he\u0027s about had enough of it by now \u2013 she is a \u0022little angel\u0022 and \u0022so sweet\u0022 in small doses to other people, but she is a handful in large doses, and can be an absolute little devil! I\u0027m quite sure she\u0027s more mischievous than any boy, and always, every minute, getting into some trouble or other, - running off with the scissors, spilling ink on the carpet, climbing upon chairs and getting things out of drawers, eating things, scribbling on the wall, and all the rest \u2026 if smacked, she smacks back! If frustrated, she throws herself on the floor and yells, or scratches... but when she \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eis\u003C\/span\u003E good, she\u0027s adorable, talks any amount in English and Swahili, looks at books and is very affectionate. Of course, she is worse with me than anyone, won\u0027t let me out of her sight for two seconds, even to go to the lavatory, and climbs all over me if I try to read or sew, demanding attention, wanting to be in on it too. I know this is only natural at this age, but it\u0027s very exhausting, especially as she hardly ever goes to sleep in the afternoons now, and is at it all day. Fatuma has gone off today on two and a half week\u0027s leave, so it will be good practice for my patience! Stan wants to go off for four days with Harry and Peter Collister on a golfing and fishing trip, - I\u0027m not awfully keen on the idea of being alone with Janet, especially at night, but it seems a bit mean if I object to him going. I wish I could go too, but Janet would be a menace in a hotel. Of course, Pam Hesketh is at work in any case, and has her own friends in town, and is quite please for Harry to go, I think she is having a girlfriend to stay with her, and Ann Collister is one of those tough types who doesn\u0027t mind being alone, in fact she says it is a nice change, and means she can read in bed! \u2026 Her two boys are four and five, so they are able to be sent out on their own to play quite a bit now. I suppose I must be tough too, but I must say I am happier with Stan around. I hate sleeping alone in the house.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E9.30pm\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI meant to finish this on the typewriter, but went to sleep after lunch (Janet actually went to sleep today) and then we went out for a walk. The school is very quiet, 9.30pmquite a few people are away.We have a swimming bath now! The filtration plant has not arrived yet, but it has been filled with water for the holidays and not many people will be in it. I haven\u0027t been in yet but Stan went in yesterday, and took Janet for a splash \u2013 he\u0027s trying to teach her to swim. I should think she\u0027ll be able to swim by the time we come on leave now that we\u0027ve got the bath here. The bath, by the way,is not supplied officially, it was paid for by a loan, subscribed half by the government and half by parents and friends \u2013 a lot of Kenya people have money. The loan will gradually be repaid over a period of years \u2013 about 30, I think - out of money paid by the boys in small fees for use of the pool \u2013 10\/- a term or something like that. Its cost about \u00a36,000, I believe. Now they are collecting money to build a squash court.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe weather has been very tiring, we haven\u0027t had very much rain as yet. We had two or three extremely hot, exhausting weeks in March \u2013 average temperature nearly 90\u0027 in Nairobi and hot dry winds. The grass was like hay and the trees were wilting. Then it broke and we had a heavy storm one night, about a fortnight ago, and quite a lot of rain, then another heavy shower or two some days later, then it seemed to pass away again. Everything freshened up and the grass is now quite green, but people are worried that the rains are going to fail this year (last year we had too much of course).I hope we get some as I want to do some gardening \u2013 this is a huge garden and at present there is not very much in it. I have dug up two large beds and they\u0027re waiting to be re-planted \u2013 I have some seeds in boxes, but I was rather late in sowing them this year. As to flowers (mentioned in your last letter) the only things that really won\u0027t grow here are the \u201cspring\u201d flowers \u2013 daffodils, tulips etc and some of them \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Ewill\u003C\/span\u003E grow up in the hills in the cooler wetter areas. Chrysanthemums will grow, I have a few - but they bloom very near the ground and won\u0027t grow long stalks. I don\u0027t know why.. I must say it will be nice to see the apple blossom and spring flowers again. Thre is nothing quite as \u0027dewy looking\u0027 here \u2013 the flowers tend to be bright red or yellow or orange and rather showy. Roses will grow well if cared for, but they need manure and a good deal of attention and they only bloom for short seasons, whereas most of the annuals go on and on blooming. Flowers do get a bit scarce at the end of the dry season. I had a few rather faded zinnias and one or two odds and ends but nothing worth picking for weeks. We\u0027re now hoping for more rain to bring new blooms along.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI seem to have 3 letters of yours not answered, which is rather awful, but I\u0027ve been awfully pleased to receive them. I do look forward to your letters very much... I can quite believe Irene is thin, but I can\u0027t imagine Geoffrey being fat \u2013 are you sure you\u0027re not exaggerating?\u0026nbsp; Irene told me about the basement flat but it didn\u0027t sound too bad \u2013 in fact, she sounded quite thrilled about it. Are they going to take it? I don\u0027t really know what you mean about Gordon \u0027selling his birthright\u0027 \u2013 perhaps Irene will tell me about it. It souns rather rash to me, though I don\u0027t know.... I wonder if the \u201cMacs\u201d will end up here \u2013 I think they would like it. I suppose he has a degree in which case he would be an Education Officer and probably get quite a good salary. There seems to be a shortage of teachers, we have had an awful job getting staff here \u2013 we have two women teaching already, Mrs Spencer (who was a teacher before she married) and Mrs Maclennan, who was a Matron, but who has taught French for years as well \u2013 she is French, of course. Now there\u0027s me \u2013 we really are very short-staffed waiting for various specialists. Scientists and mathematicians seem to be particularly scarce. So many people seem to be interested in jobs here, then change their minds and don\u0027t want to leave England after all, or go to another Colony. I think quite often the wives don\u0027t want to come out here. We have quite a few temporary or only partially qualified people this year, two men had to be transferred here from Primary schools to fill gaps. The Colonial Office seems to do a lot of blundering and putting people off by long delays, etc, making the Education Department and Headmasters here furious.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan has read \u201cLast chance in Africa\u201d, he borrowed it from somebody, and I glanced through it but didn\u0027t read it properly. I must get hold of it and read it again. I\u0027m glad you found it so interesting.. Also I\u0027m glad you saw \u201cNo Vultures Fly\u201d. We missed it here, it only came for a week,and we\u0027re hoping it may come back again. We heard all about it, of course. They made quite a \u201cdo\u201d of the premiere here. We\u0027ve only been to the pictures once in months and months. That was to see Bette Davis in \u201cAll about Eve\u201d, which was good, but not outstanding.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENow about Janet \u2013 I\u0027ve already told you what a little pickle she is. Physically she\u0027s fine, and so far has not had any set backs. She\u0027s grown inches in the last year, and all her clothes have become too small. I have been very busy making her clothes: 2 pairs of viyella pyjamas (one piece with flaps) as her baby nighties are at last finished, a clydella duster-check skirt with blouse and two pairs of knickers. I am going to make another skirt and dress for \u0027best\u0027 (pale yellow clydella which was old stock and I got cheap \u2013 7\/90 a yard, wheras the new lot was 13\/- - what a difference!) I\u0027m also knitting her a jersey (she is wearing the cardigans a lot now and finding them very useful) She is nearly 3 ft tall now (about 35 \u00bd \u201c) and weights 30lbs. She is fairly solid in the body still, but her legs have lengthened a lot and got a bit slimmer. She is very cuddlesome and attractive to look at. She\u0027s not much trouble now over her pot or sleeping at night, though she wets her beds fairly frequently still. She doesn\u0027t wear nappies and has improved since she\u0027s had her new pyjamas. She refuses to be woken and \u201cpotted\u201d, she cries to get back to bed and is so upset at being woken that I haven\u0027t the heart to do it. If I do, ten to one she won\u0027t use the pot,and only gets thoroughly wakened up and cross. She is occasionally naughty over her food and spits it out, but generally eats fairly well. She enjoys breakfast and dinner, likes a boiled egg best of all \u2013 I give her an egg most days now, either for breakfast or late tea \u2013 that all right isn\u0027t it? She still won\u0027t eat tea at 4.30 or even 5 and prefers her supper at bedtime, after her bath, though this is supposed to be wrong according to all the books. I find difficulty in knowing what to give her for supper or tea. She\u0027s tired of \u0027farex\u0027 now and isn\u0027t awfully good with cornflakes or porridge either, nor will she eat much bread and butter or sweet things \u2013 except chocolate which she loves! She likes meat now, and fish, and relishes chicken and is quite good with vegetables as a rule. She also loves tomato, but she\u0027s not very good with puddings. As I said before, she talks fluently, can express almost anything she wants to say \u2013 in fact is very good at expressing her wants in a forcible manner. She has just started the saying \u201cNo\u201d phase, too, and can be very obstinate. She can be quite \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Einfuriating\u003C\/span\u003E at times \u2013 I suppose most children are. I shall be glad when she gets to the next stage, of playing with things properly, at the moment she wants to be doing something \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eactive\u003C\/span\u003E all the time and its difficult to know what to give her to keep her quiet. I resorted to giving her scissors and a big sheet of paper the other day (after much pleading) \u2013 they kept her quiet half an hour \u2013 you should have seen her intent face, trying to cut! I suppose its rather a risky occupation at two, though. She kept opening her mouth every time she tried to open the scissors! Of course she wants every bottle and jar and tube of toothpaste opened and all my make up things to play with, and all the drawers and cupboards turned out, - demanding \u201cMummy, open it\u201d or \u201cMummy, in there?\u201d or \u201c\u0027oos that?\u201d I\u0027ve told her about \u0027Granny Katherine\u0027 and Granny Stokoe\u0027 and all the others and she repeats the names, but I don\u0027t think she has much idea of what I\u0027m talking about. Its difficult to explain as no-one here has a Granny.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDo make Janet a frock if you\u0027d like to, she can do with plenty of cotton ones as she\u0027s grown out of the first ones I made her. I\u0027ll measure her tomorrow and give you the measurements at the bottom of this page. I really must stop and go to bed now, its 11o\u0027clock and Stan has fallen asleep on the sofa! I\u0027ll try and answer your questionnaire tomorrow, but if I haven\u0027t time I\u0027ll post this and write again later in the week, when I\u0027m on my own. I know you must be getting anxious and eagerly awaiting a letter. I really must try and write more regularly, I\u0027m always wanting to writ9.30pme!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMuch love, and thanks for your birthday wishes, I had a nice birthday and several presents this year but its \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eawful \u003C\/span\u003Eto think of the \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration: underline;\u0022\u003Eage\u003C\/span\u003E I\u0027ve reached \u2013 34! I can\u0027t really believe it \u2013 I\u0027ll soon be middle aged.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003ELots of love Muriel\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "This is a transcript of 2 lovely letters written by Muriel to her mother and mother in law in 1951 and 52. They are long letters but give an interesting, informative and heartfelt insight into how Muriel was coping with her new life in Kenya - as a new wife and mother who was missing her family at home in England.", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch4\u003ELetter no 1 sent in 1951\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI have had a lot of questions from Mother recently so I thought that while I was answering them I would make a few copies so that the Stokoes and others could have all the same news without my having to write it all again. So I will put all the general news first, then add personal bits to separate people at the end. I\u0027m not sure what I\u0027ve written about already, so if you come to a bit you know, just skip it! I\u0027ll put it under headings to make it clearer.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003EFirst, Janet.\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI expect I have said a good deal about her already!\u00a0 Anyway, she is quite a little girl now, not a baby any longer. She has grown a lot recently, and is quite tall for her age, but not so chubby as she was. Her hair is quite long, too, and just curls a bit round her neck. It is still very blond. She is very active, and a bundle of mischief, tearing about all over the place and climbing onto everything. She talks all the time, but still no proper words, mostly a language of her own. At least, all she says that is recognisable is still just \u201cMummy\u201d, \u201cDaddy\u201d, \u201cGone\u201d, \u201cLook at dat\u201d, \u201cPin\u201d and \u201cJoseph\u201d (the house boy). Her \u0027Janet\u0027 language is very expressive, however,and she understands nearly everything that it said to her, both in English and Swahili. I suppose learning the two languages together slows things up a bit for her. She comes out with the odd Swahili words occasionally. She feeds herself well, and has a good appetite, sleeps well and has 14 teeth and some more coming. She is not very well house trained yet, however she is improving in that respect. She is very intrigued with the new baby in the house next door to ours \u2013 Charles Morwood. He is about 5 weeks old now. She keeps running off up the garden on her own to see him when he is out in his pram, lifts up the mosquito net and peers at him intently, gingerly touching any part of him that is visible outside the blanket. She is most upset if he screams. (She would be thrilled with a baby brother of her own now, I\u0027m sure, but one doesn\u0027t seem to be very eager to put in an appearance! We are still hoping) ... she is still very fond of her books, they keep her amused for hours. She knows all the animals in her rag book by their noises, not their names. She turns the page and makes the appropriate noise (Moo, wuff wuff, miaou etc are all very well but what happens when you come to a giraffe!) she is trying to learn the names of those in Mother\u0027s rag book. We hope she\u0027ll be able to see some of them before very long. We did go out into the game park one morning, but there wasn\u0027t much about \u2013 we saw a giraffe and gnus and gazelle and zebra, but she is a little young to take much notice of them yet. We have been looking after the Hesketh\u0027s little dachs. Puppy, \u201cMuffet\u201d for the odd weekends while they have been away and Janet and her get on like wildfire \u2013 Janet treats Muffet somewhat roughly but she doesn\u0027t seem to mind, and in return she (Janet) gives her (Muffet) nearly all her tea (if we don\u0027t stop her). There are so many dogs about the place now of all shapes and sizes \u2013 they are all very friendly, and Janet now goes up and embraces all dogs round the neck most affectionately when she sees them \u2013 which is all very well but one day she may come across a \u0027kali\u0027 (bad tempered) one. I must send some drawings of the D.O.Y. dogs to Mother so that she can make another rag-book of them! Janet loves Muffet so much that I am thinking about trying to get one like her next year. Dachs are good dogs to have out here, because of their size (they travel in cars easily) and their coats are smooth (they do not collect so many ticks and things) J would certainly love an animal of some sort.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003ESecond, Stan.\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe is very fit, and has been working very hard this holiday on his Swahili. He took the Preliminary oral exam at the beginning of the holidays, and passed, and now he is trying for the \u0027Standard\u0027 at the end of this month (written and oral). You have to pass this exam before you get any increments if you work in the Government here \u2013 it is really quite a complicated language when spoken correctly \u2013 most people speak \u0027Kitchen Swahili\u0027 a kind of equivalent to Pidgin English, which is understood but sounds awful to anyone who knows the proper grammatical constructions. They speak the genuine Swahili at the coast, I believe. It is closely related to Arabic. It is very complicated to learn, because all the subjects, tenses, prepositions etc to the verbs are appended at the beginning of the verb, so that it is hardly recognisable at all by the time you have finished with it! This also makes it very difficult to look anything up in the dictionary, because you have to decide first where the real word begins and how much of it is prefixes etc. For example take a word like \u0027nitakapokikula\u0027 which means \u0027when I shall have eaten it\u0027 (relating to food): \u0027ni\u0027 means I, \u0027taka\u0027 \u2013 \u0027shall have\u0027 (future tense), \u0027po\u0027 \u2013 \u0027when\u0027, \u0027ki\u0027 \u2013 it (relating to food and his has to agree) and \u0027kula\u0027 is to eat \u2013 the stem of the verb. I don\u0027t know if this is strictly accurate but you can see the sort of thing. Some of it is most involved. However, our Stan is really slogging away at it and has a good chance of passing, I think. He has until next march to pass so he has time for another shot if he fails this time \u2026. He and some others have been going into town for conversations with an Arab Sheik all this week for practice.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EApart from all this studying, he has had a couple of games of golf with Harry, and finds he is quite proficient at it \u2013 now he is keen to play more, but it is out of the question in term time. Term starts again on Monday, and it looks like like being an extremely busy one for evryone. We are really short staffed here now and it will be even worse next year.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThere are no new staff definitely appointed yet, and we need about 6! If the new buildings are completed in time (which looks doubtful) and the proper number of new boys can come next year, there is just a chance that Stan may be given a junior house. If he does, it will be quite a feather in his cap, as he is the youngest member of staff. He is very much hoping that this comes off, as it may help him to get onto a higher salary scale next tour (after our leave). At present he is only an \u0027Assistant Master\u0027 and all the others (bar one) are \u0027Education Officers\u0027 which means their salaries are slightly higher now, but more important, the top salary is about \u00a3300 higher. If Stan does not manage to get transferred to this scale, it will mean he will be on his top salary by the time he is 35, and that will be \u00a3815 p.a., which isn\u0027t very much for out here, where the cost of living is so high, especially if we have children to educate, it will be practically impossible to manage unless I work all the time. School fees are quite considerable, especially for boarders. So, Stan is going to try for this transfer, and the Headmaster says there is a good chance of his getting it, especially if he does good work as a Housemaster and teaches some classroom subjects. He is at present an Assistant Housemaster, and works very hard at it \u2013 takes games every night, and so on. He is also going to teach a little junior English this term. I think he is looking forward to that.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E(Muriel)\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAs for me, I am still working in the school office, and shall probably keep it up till the end of the year at least. If there is a chance of getting a Matron\u0027s job next year, I may take it, as it would mean less rigid hours, and I could be with Janet more, also I would get free meals in school, and no work during school holidays. (In the office there is quite a lot, and I am only entitled to three weeks holiday in the year.) I hope I shall be able to do this, but a lot of staff wives want Matron\u0027s jobs, naturally, as it is so convenient to have a job on the spot, and they are all short of money,even those on higher salaries than us \u2026..As I told the families, I had to have three days in hospital in July to have a bit of tidying up inside, but it wasn\u0027t really unpleasant. I went in the new Princess Elizabeth Hospital for Women in Nairobi, where everything is new and comfortable (Dunlopillo mattresses etc) and where I was looked after very nicely. I am quite looking forward to going there if I do have another baby! Of course we have to pay for this, though \u2013 36\/- a day, of which the Government refund 15\/-. You have to pay your own Doctor\u0027s bills, but you can go to a Government doctor for advice and free medicine \u2013 I believe they are allowed to charge for operations and confinements. I have also had quite a few visits to the dentist lately, and I am expecting a nice fat bill from him shortly \u2013 no free dental service here. I\u0027ve had 4 fillings, and one very nasty extraction, and now I have a large gap, so I am going to have a small plate. I suppose the whole lot will cost in the region of \u00a320. Isn\u0027t it depressing. (I am giving Janet extra vitamin D, on the dentist\u0027s advice, in the hope that she will have better teeth than me! - calcium is lacking in this country) \u2026. So much for my physical state! (And, a propos of that, I have got a thinner tummy now! I still have to get down another inch to get into some of my older clothes though).... I have been very busy lately, when I am not in the office I have been making Janet a dressing-gown (very fetching, in pale blue Viyella spotted in deep pink, and with frills!) and Fatuma a white dress and I have a skirt and blouse to make up for myself, and a lot of other things to mend and finish etc., besides scenery and costumes to design for the school play (they are doing scenes from Henry IV at the end of next month) and the odd puddings to make and so on. I don\u0027t do much in the way of housekeeping, except a very little cooking, and cleaning the lavatory! (The boys don\u0027t do this) \u2013 and shopping, of course. Even then I never seem to have any time to do all the things I want to do, such as starting some oil painting. I wish I didn\u0027t have to work, but it is essential that we save some money while I can work. We could just live on Stan\u0027s salary if we economise strictly and don\u0027t indulge in any luxuries, - our bills, cut to the minimum, come to a few pounds a month less than Stan\u0027s pay, so we would have practically nothing for clothes, holidays, emergencies, etc. However, we intend to do this (live on Stan\u0027s pay only) for the next six months, and put my entire salary (after we have paid for our new car) into the bank. This means cutting out all drinks except for the occasional beer, and limiting cigarettes, and watching the housekeeping bills closely. One is tempted here to regard as necessities what would be luxuries in England \u2013 but it is a temptation as there is so much available in the way of luxuries. The cost of living is very high \u2013 butter is 3\/2d a pound, and there is no margarine, so it has to be used for cooking and everything. A 2 \u00bd lb joint of beef costs about 5\/6d so we only have one joint a week, as we would in England, and the odd pound of stewing steak, liver etc. Fish is very scarce and expensive, except when lake fish from Lake Victoria is in season. Sea fish is an awful price here, we very rarely get any. A pair of kippers costs 1\/6d. Friut is reasonably cheap,what there is of it \u2013 local oranges and bananas, which are not awfully good, are plentiful, and so are pineapples (these are about 1\/6 \u2013 2\/- according to size.) We don\u0027t get very much South African fruit, which is disappointing, and we only seem to get oranges for a very short part of the year, and an occasional batch of grapefruit. We have fruit salad (pineapple, orange and banana) about 4 nights out of 7 for pudding, I never know what else to have except jelly or custard, one doesn\u0027t seem to want hot puddings here, and there is practically no fruit for stewing, I miss the soft fruit very much \u2013 and apples. We scarcely ever see an apple and tinned fruit is 3\/- and rather taseless. I never know what to give Janet for sweet \u2013 she likes the baby tins of apple and prune, but we can\u0027t always get those, and they are expensive too. We get cape gooseberries sometimes, but they are very acid and pippy. We do get a few strawberries, but they are very small and rather disappointing. They do not seem to be able to grow raspberries, blackcurrants or anything like that. We certainly don\u0027t get peaches or apricots either, except in tins at about 3\/6d or more \u2026 Actually, I don\u0027t think we get any more variety in foods than you do at home, though, of course, we do get as much as we want of butter, cheese, bacon, eggs etc (the cheese is not usually very good here). I hear the rations have been cut again, its rather hard, isn\u0027t it. What a measly littlebit of cheese! We can get chickens for about 5\/- each, but again, they are usually rather skinny, and hardly make more than 2 meals. We scarcely ever get any lamb, or even mutton, and the pork is very expensive. We live on beef and chickens. I miss the fish very much. Eggs are plentiful for most of the year, sometimes they disappear during the rains. They cost about 3\/6 a dozen, best grade. We sometimes get small native eggs from a \u0027toto\u0027 who comes to the door, for 2\/- a dozen. They are fresh and quite good. The vegetables are reasonably cheap, but again, they usually seem rather tasteless, and there isn\u0027t much variety \u2013 just cauliflower, cabbage, carrots, onions, and usually beans or peas. We sometimes get spinach from the school garden. Potatoes are always rather small, we never get nice enough one to bake in their jackets. We are thinking of trying to grow some of our own vegetables. I think it would be worth while.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWell, all this about housekeeping seems to have come under the heading of \u0027Muriel\u0027 but I thought it might interest you \u2013 mother has asked some questions about fruit etc. She also asked about our garden: It is coming along fine \u2013 we now have a nice lawn, quite green and wellcovered, and quite a lot of flowers. The verbena and petunia seem very hardy and have flowered well. We also have some small sunflowers, which have bloomed for several months, quite a lot of nasturtiums, pink-flowered creeping geranium, some larkspur in different colours, tobacco flowers, (these grow like mad here) , heliotrope, forget-me-not, canna lilies, and I have some violas and antirrhinums coming on nicely which have not flowered yet. Altogether, we have quite a pretty garden already,some grown from seed and some from cuttings taken from other people. This country is really a gardener\u0027s paradise, provided the rains don\u0027t fail and you have a hose. Things seem to grow if they are just broken off and stuck in the ground! Its a bit amazing, when you think that nothing was put in before March, not even the grass. The shrubs are coming on well, and we could have bougainvillea, hibiscus and others blooming this time next year, and quite a nice little macracarpa hedge. The garden should be lovely this time next year, for that reason, among others, I should be sorry to be moved out of this house. We\u0027ve worked hard on the garden, and spent quite a bit on it \u2013 trellises, shrubs,etc.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIt only remains now, I think, to tell you about our holiday. We left Janet for four days with Mrs Spencer, who very nobly offered to have her \u2013 she has three little girls of her own, and Mr Spencer took Stan and I in his new Morris Oxford for a trip around Mount Kenya, and for the first time since I\u0027ve been out here I saw a bit of the Kenya countryside.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIt really is beautiful. I was absolutely thrilled, - living here in Nairobi you really get no idea of it. We went on a circular tour of about 500 miles, stopping three nights at hotels. We passed through all types of country, first going round the Escarpment at the end of the Great rift Valley, where you suddenly come upon the wonderful vista of the Rift spread out for miles and miles below you, it is an amazing sight. Then down and across the floor of the valley \u2013 very dry and hot, with little scrubby thorn trees; then up through rolling green farmland with herds of lovely British cattle, to Thomson\u0027s Falls, where we stayed the first night. There had been a few heavy storms (including one we met on the road, and had to put chains on the car because of the deep mud) and there was a lot of water coming over the falls \u2013 it was a wonderful sight.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe next morning we set off through the wilder game country to the north of the mountain, across to Nanyuki, where we had lunch, then on again and across the shoulder of the foothills, where we had amazing views of the Northern Frontier Province, across towards Abyssinia, absolutely miles and miles of it, a sort of brownish colour,interspersed with queer shaped mountains, mostly dead volcanoes, spreading right away as far as the eye can see (plenty of game there, but we didn\u0027t have time to go out and look for any \u2013 not much civilisation either!) then we came on to Meru, a tiny place north east of the mountain, for the next night. The country changes very suddenly here, and coming round south of the mountain it is almost tropical \u2013 you come along a winding road round all the valley, about 90 miles, with about 90 hairpin bends, crossing dozens of beautiful little mountain streams running down thickly wooded valleys full of enormous cedar trees and thick undergrowth of palms and bushes, with here and there clearings and groups of thatched native huts in the midst of banana plantations. Really beautiful country, so lush and fertile looking. The third night we came back to Nyeri, our side of the mountain, where we stayed at the local \u0027pub\u0027, and came home the next day, back down to Nairobi and the least interesting part of the trip. At Nyeri, which is a lovely spot with a glorious view of Mount Kenya one side and the Aberdare Mountains on the other, we visited Mr Harris\u0027s farm \u2013 at least the land where he is building a small farm. It is a beautiful spot. He is going to retire there, and grow maize and pyrrethrum (a very lucrative business), and keep a few cattle. (Most people retiring do the same thing here \u2013 buy small farms and live off the land \u2013 very nice for them, but not so good for the country, which really needs to be developed and farmed systematically on a large scale, not by individuals doing it as a hobby in their old age) Well we came home thoroughly thrilled with it all, and realising how people can fall for this country in big way. You can quite understand what a thrilling life it was for the early settlers, and how they hate life in Nairobi! They used to have to shoot leopards and rhino on their doorsteps, but it must have been an exhilarating life. Some of the farmers made money,others were unlucky \u2013 it was a very chancy life, but they must have been tough, and they must have loved the land.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe weather was fine when we went away - opur \u201csummer\u201d just starting, with blue skies and hot sunshine and a \u201csea-sidey\u201d feel in the air. Well, I really think I must leave off now and go home \u2013 I am going a bit cross eyed, so I will finish in personal letters and just say I hope you haven\u0027t been bored by the personal details, which are put in for mothers\u0027 benefits!\u0022\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003ELetter no 2\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EEaster Monday 1952 (from DOYS Nairobi)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EDear Mother,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI feel very guilty about not writing to you for so long \u2013 I just don\u0027t know where the weeks have gone to! It seems just as difficult to find time to write now as when I was in the office \u2013 I\u0027ve been meaning to write for ages. The end of term is usually pretty hectic, even the Matrons have a lot to do \u2013 all the bedding to collect and send to the laundry, supervise the storing away of mattresses, and so on (86 mattresses and the the relative number of sheets and blankets, for the two houses in my block).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EA couple of weeks before the end of term we had house plays \u2013 Stan was responsible for two, because he was producing the Delamere play (\u201cThe Dear Departed\u201d - quite amusing) and helping one of his Prefects produce the Junior play, which was a silly thing all about buried treasure, and the whole House (35 of them) were in it. All the little ones were pirates, wearing their pyjama trousers and games jerseys and coloured hankies on their heads \u2013 they looked quite colourful on the stage, especially as they had all given themselves moustaches, beards, black eyes, scars, tattoo marks, and so on, with black ink. They had a fine time, as you can imagine. Some of them are so small, they are really quite children; they are all twelve or thirteen years old, but some of them really do look such \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Elittle\u003C\/span\u003E boys, especially in their pyjamas, In contrast, the Head of the House, who is sixteen only, is about six feet tall and proportionately well developed! He made an impressive Pirate Chief, with all the little ones as his crew. The Delamere play was quite well done, and everyone enjoyed it. Two of the boys made very good women, with borrowed clothes and a little stuffing ! I did the make up and a good time was had by all.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn Palm Sunday, the School Choir (which includes some of the staff and some borrowed soloists) did Bach\u0027s St Luke Passion. Dominic Spencer is a keen musician, and he trained them. They worked very hard at it and it went off very well (though of course not quite like the Alleyn\u0027s choir! - the school isn\u0027t up to that standard yet.) Stan is in the choir, Mrs Spencer says he has a very nice voice, but he needs to learn to read music. He thoroughly enjoys the choir. I wish I could be in it too! - I may insist on being in it next year, even if I don\u0027t exactly help I think I could promise not to hinder, because they are hoping to have a go at the \u0027Messaih\u0027 and I know that so well... Stan has been going to rehearsals every Sunday night during this term, so that has been another night on my own. During term time we wives don\u0027t see much of our husbands, although they are working on the spot. -there is always something happening, games duties, house duties, plays, meetings and so on.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThis Wednesday, when all the boys had gone, we had a staff party down in the new boarding block. We had dinner first, then dancing in the new common room (which is one of the few rooms in the school that have parquet floors instead of red concrete). The Head is very keen on Scotch Reels, the Dashing White Sargeant, and all those, and he had everyone doing them, the men stripping off their dinner jackets and dancing in their shirt sleeves, some with braces and some with trousers tied up with scarves or ties ! It wasn\u0027t exactly dignified, and extremely warm, but quite fun. I should think the boys would have had a laugh if they could have seen some of them galloping about and puffing and blowing. Now that our Staff is up to about 30 strong (including Matrons) some of them are \u0027not as young as they were\u0027. The Head himself is a very good dancer, though he looks a lot older than his forty five odd years.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ELast week was quite an exciting week (for us), as we also had a party of our own on Saturday, for my birthday. We thought it was about time we did, as we haven\u0027t had once since we\u0027ve been here. We made quite a lot of preparations, and I cooked sausage rolls and cheese straws,and made dozens of \u201ctoasties\u201d. About 20 people came, and it all went off very nicely. You will be glad to hear that it was a very sober party, and not nearly as much liquid refreshment was consumed as we had catered for. I think that usually happens at that sort of party \u2013 people are too busy chatting (and in this case eating) to drink very much. So it didn\u0027t cost as much as we\u0027d expected. Janet was a little angel for once, and slept all evening without stirring, in spite of considerable noise. I had my hair cut and curled, and made myself a dress of grey coat-taffeta, which was quite a success, though it only cost about 50\/-. (it would have cost at least \u00a315 if I\u0027d bought it) Everyone seems to approve of my hair short \u2013 I\u0027m going to have it permed at the end of the month.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe most exciting piece of recent news is that the Art Master is unexpectedly leaving this term, and as a Relief could not be found, I am going to teach Art for two terms! I am very thrilled about this, its what I\u0027ve always hoped might happen, of course, but never really expected it. Its not \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eabsolutely\u003C\/span\u003E definite yet, but I think it must be as we had the dinner party as farewell to Mr Roberts, and the school presented him with a silver tankard, so it would be a bit silly if he didn\u0027t go now. I don\u0027t know yet what salary they are going to pay me, as I have no actual teaching qualification, but it should be more than I get as a Matron, I hope. Anyway, even if it isn\u0027t, I am still very pleased and it will be a jolly interesting experience, and I have much more confidence about teaching now than I would have had ten years ago. I\u0027m quite sure I can manage as well as \u0027Taffy\u0027, who is really a woodwork instructor and has had no art training at all. Unfortunately, the school has no art room as yet, pnly a temporary classroom with not much space and a rickety floor, but it will at least be fun. I hope I shan\u0027t have any trouble with discipline \u2013 I think I will be all right as long as I can keep them interested, and that shouldn\u0027t be hard, there are so many aspects to art that Taffy hasn\u0027t touched on and that they could have a go at. About twenty boys are taking School Certificate in December in Art, the others can do what they like, there is no syllabus to be followed. And School Certificate Art is very simple \u2026.This will help me make an effort to produce more of my own work, too. Stan has bought me a very nice big easel and some more brushes and paints, and I am definitely going to try and do some oil painting this holiday. I want to do some portraits. I\u0027ve done one or two in pastel, one of Pam was quite successful, but the others not so, - I need more practice, but I\u0027m pleased to find that I\u2019m not really any \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eworse\u003C\/span\u003E than I was when I left the Art School. Kate Spencer wants me to do her three little girls in pastel, I do hope I can make a good job of it. Children are difficult, of course, it\u0027s the sitting that\u0027s the trouble. The older one may be able to sit a bit, but I\u0027m not sure about the others. I shall have to make some preliminary sketches from photographs, I expect. I\u0027ll try and do one of Janet, too. I\u0027ve had her Polyfoto taken, and will sent you some of the little ones with this letter \u2013 they are quite good, and I am getting a big one for you later, - they are being done now, as a matter of fact, but I don\u0027t know whether I can send them Air Mail or not.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI must go now and see about Janet\u0027s dinner, Stan has had her out all morning,\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003Eand I expect he\u0027s about had enough of it by now \u2013 she is a \u0022little angel\u0022 and \u0022so sweet\u0022 in small doses to other people, but she is a handful in large doses, and can be an absolute little devil! I\u0027m quite sure she\u0027s more mischievous than any boy, and always, every minute, getting into some trouble or other, - running off with the scissors, spilling ink on the carpet, climbing upon chairs and getting things out of drawers, eating things, scribbling on the wall, and all the rest \u2026 if smacked, she smacks back! If frustrated, she throws herself on the floor and yells, or scratches... but when she \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eis\u003C\/span\u003E good, she\u0027s adorable, talks any amount in English and Swahili, looks at books and is very affectionate. Of course, she is worse with me than anyone, won\u0027t let me out of her sight for two seconds, even to go to the lavatory, and climbs all over me if I try to read or sew, demanding attention, wanting to be in on it too. I know this is only natural at this age, but it\u0027s very exhausting, especially as she hardly ever goes to sleep in the afternoons now, and is at it all day. Fatuma has gone off today on two and a half week\u0027s leave, so it will be good practice for my patience! Stan wants to go off for four days with Harry and Peter Collister on a golfing and fishing trip, - I\u0027m not awfully keen on the idea of being alone with Janet, especially at night, but it seems a bit mean if I object to him going. I wish I could go too, but Janet would be a menace in a hotel. Of course, Pam Hesketh is at work in any case, and has her own friends in town, and is quite please for Harry to go, I think she is having a girlfriend to stay with her, and Ann Collister is one of those tough types who doesn\u0027t mind being alone, in fact she says it is a nice change, and means she can read in bed! \u2026 Her two boys are four and five, so they are able to be sent out on their own to play quite a bit now. I suppose I must be tough too, but I must say I am happier with Stan around. I hate sleeping alone in the house.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E9.30pm\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI meant to finish this on the typewriter, but went to sleep after lunch (Janet actually went to sleep today) and then we went out for a walk. The school is very quiet, 9.30pmquite a few people are away.We have a swimming bath now! The filtration plant has not arrived yet, but it has been filled with water for the holidays and not many people will be in it. I haven\u0027t been in yet but Stan went in yesterday, and took Janet for a splash \u2013 he\u0027s trying to teach her to swim. I should think she\u0027ll be able to swim by the time we come on leave now that we\u0027ve got the bath here. The bath, by the way,is not supplied officially, it was paid for by a loan, subscribed half by the government and half by parents and friends \u2013 a lot of Kenya people have money. The loan will gradually be repaid over a period of years \u2013 about 30, I think - out of money paid by the boys in small fees for use of the pool \u2013 10\/- a term or something like that. Its cost about \u00a36,000, I believe. Now they are collecting money to build a squash court.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe weather has been very tiring, we haven\u0027t had very much rain as yet. We had two or three extremely hot, exhausting weeks in March \u2013 average temperature nearly 90\u0027 in Nairobi and hot dry winds. The grass was like hay and the trees were wilting. Then it broke and we had a heavy storm one night, about a fortnight ago, and quite a lot of rain, then another heavy shower or two some days later, then it seemed to pass away again. Everything freshened up and the grass is now quite green, but people are worried that the rains are going to fail this year (last year we had too much of course).I hope we get some as I want to do some gardening \u2013 this is a huge garden and at present there is not very much in it. I have dug up two large beds and they\u0027re waiting to be re-planted \u2013 I have some seeds in boxes, but I was rather late in sowing them this year. As to flowers (mentioned in your last letter) the only things that really won\u0027t grow here are the \u201cspring\u201d flowers \u2013 daffodils, tulips etc and some of them \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Ewill\u003C\/span\u003E grow up in the hills in the cooler wetter areas. Chrysanthemums will grow, I have a few - but they bloom very near the ground and won\u0027t grow long stalks. I don\u0027t know why.. I must say it will be nice to see the apple blossom and spring flowers again. Thre is nothing quite as \u0027dewy looking\u0027 here \u2013 the flowers tend to be bright red or yellow or orange and rather showy. Roses will grow well if cared for, but they need manure and a good deal of attention and they only bloom for short seasons, whereas most of the annuals go on and on blooming. Flowers do get a bit scarce at the end of the dry season. I had a few rather faded zinnias and one or two odds and ends but nothing worth picking for weeks. We\u0027re now hoping for more rain to bring new blooms along.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EI seem to have 3 letters of yours not answered, which is rather awful, but I\u0027ve been awfully pleased to receive them. I do look forward to your letters very much... I can quite believe Irene is thin, but I can\u0027t imagine Geoffrey being fat \u2013 are you sure you\u0027re not exaggerating?\u00a0 Irene told me about the basement flat but it didn\u0027t sound too bad \u2013 in fact, she sounded quite thrilled about it. Are they going to take it? I don\u0027t really know what you mean about Gordon \u0027selling his birthright\u0027 \u2013 perhaps Irene will tell me about it. It souns rather rash to me, though I don\u0027t know.... I wonder if the \u201cMacs\u201d will end up here \u2013 I think they would like it. I suppose he has a degree in which case he would be an Education Officer and probably get quite a good salary. There seems to be a shortage of teachers, we have had an awful job getting staff here \u2013 we have two women teaching already, Mrs Spencer (who was a teacher before she married) and Mrs Maclennan, who was a Matron, but who has taught French for years as well \u2013 she is French, of course. Now there\u0027s me \u2013 we really are very short-staffed waiting for various specialists. Scientists and mathematicians seem to be particularly scarce. So many people seem to be interested in jobs here, then change their minds and don\u0027t want to leave England after all, or go to another Colony. I think quite often the wives don\u0027t want to come out here. We have quite a few temporary or only partially qualified people this year, two men had to be transferred here from Primary schools to fill gaps. The Colonial Office seems to do a lot of blundering and putting people off by long delays, etc, making the Education Department and Headmasters here furious.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan has read \u201cLast chance in Africa\u201d, he borrowed it from somebody, and I glanced through it but didn\u0027t read it properly. I must get hold of it and read it again. I\u0027m glad you found it so interesting.. Also I\u0027m glad you saw \u201cNo Vultures Fly\u201d. We missed it here, it only came for a week,and we\u0027re hoping it may come back again. We heard all about it, of course. They made quite a \u201cdo\u201d of the premiere here. We\u0027ve only been to the pictures once in months and months. That was to see Bette Davis in \u201cAll about Eve\u201d, which was good, but not outstanding.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENow about Janet \u2013 I\u0027ve already told you what a little pickle she is. Physically she\u0027s fine, and so far has not had any set backs. She\u0027s grown inches in the last year, and all her clothes have become too small. I have been very busy making her clothes: 2 pairs of viyella pyjamas (one piece with flaps) as her baby nighties are at last finished, a clydella duster-check skirt with blouse and two pairs of knickers. I am going to make another skirt and dress for \u0027best\u0027 (pale yellow clydella which was old stock and I got cheap \u2013 7\/90 a yard, wheras the new lot was 13\/- - what a difference!) I\u0027m also knitting her a jersey (she is wearing the cardigans a lot now and finding them very useful) She is nearly 3 ft tall now (about 35 \u00bd \u201c) and weights 30lbs. She is fairly solid in the body still, but her legs have lengthened a lot and got a bit slimmer. She is very cuddlesome and attractive to look at. She\u0027s not much trouble now over her pot or sleeping at night, though she wets her beds fairly frequently still. She doesn\u0027t wear nappies and has improved since she\u0027s had her new pyjamas. She refuses to be woken and \u201cpotted\u201d, she cries to get back to bed and is so upset at being woken that I haven\u0027t the heart to do it. If I do, ten to one she won\u0027t use the pot,and only gets thoroughly wakened up and cross. She is occasionally naughty over her food and spits it out, but generally eats fairly well. She enjoys breakfast and dinner, likes a boiled egg best of all \u2013 I give her an egg most days now, either for breakfast or late tea \u2013 that all right isn\u0027t it? She still won\u0027t eat tea at 4.30 or even 5 and prefers her supper at bedtime, after her bath, though this is supposed to be wrong according to all the books. I find difficulty in knowing what to give her for supper or tea. She\u0027s tired of \u0027farex\u0027 now and isn\u0027t awfully good with cornflakes or porridge either, nor will she eat much bread and butter or sweet things \u2013 except chocolate which she loves! She likes meat now, and fish, and relishes chicken and is quite good with vegetables as a rule. She also loves tomato, but she\u0027s not very good with puddings. As I said before, she talks fluently, can express almost anything she wants to say \u2013 in fact is very good at expressing her wants in a forcible manner. She has just started the saying \u201cNo\u201d phase, too, and can be very obstinate. She can be quite \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Einfuriating\u003C\/span\u003E at times \u2013 I suppose most children are. I shall be glad when she gets to the next stage, of playing with things properly, at the moment she wants to be doing something \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eactive\u003C\/span\u003E all the time and its difficult to know what to give her to keep her quiet. I resorted to giving her scissors and a big sheet of paper the other day (after much pleading) \u2013 they kept her quiet half an hour \u2013 you should have seen her intent face, trying to cut! I suppose its rather a risky occupation at two, though. She kept opening her mouth every time she tried to open the scissors! Of course she wants every bottle and jar and tube of toothpaste opened and all my make up things to play with, and all the drawers and cupboards turned out, - demanding \u201cMummy, open it\u201d or \u201cMummy, in there?\u201d or \u201c\u0027oos that?\u201d I\u0027ve told her about \u0027Granny Katherine\u0027 and Granny Stokoe\u0027 and all the others and she repeats the names, but I don\u0027t think she has much idea of what I\u0027m talking about. Its difficult to explain as no-one here has a Granny.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDo make Janet a frock if you\u0027d like to, she can do with plenty of cotton ones as she\u0027s grown out of the first ones I made her. I\u0027ll measure her tomorrow and give you the measurements at the bottom of this page. I really must stop and go to bed now, its 11o\u0027clock and Stan has fallen asleep on the sofa! I\u0027ll try and answer your questionnaire tomorrow, but if I haven\u0027t time I\u0027ll post this and write again later in the week, when I\u0027m on my own. I know you must be getting anxious and eagerly awaiting a letter. I really must try and write more regularly, I\u0027m always wanting to writ9.30pme!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMuch love, and thanks for your birthday wishes, I had a nice birthday and several presents this year but its \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eawful \u003C\/span\u003Eto think of the \u003Cspan style=\u0022text-decoration:underline\u0022\u003Eage\u003C\/span\u003E I\u0027ve reached \u2013 34! I can\u0027t really believe it \u2013 I\u0027ll soon be middle aged.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cem\u003ELots of love Muriel\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "safe_summary": "This is a transcript of 2 lovely letters written by Muriel to her mother and mother in law in 1951 and 52. 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Less than 6 months after the wedding, on January 20th 1950 Stan flew to Kenya to start work as teacher at the Duke of York School in Nairobi. Muriel was pregnant so couldn\u0027t join him until after baby Janet, was born - on 9 February 1950. Then after visiting Stan\u0027s relatives in County Durham with her new baby, Muriel and Janet sailed to Kenya with the M.V \u0027Llangibby Castle\u0027 on the 8 June 1950. The journey took 4 weeks, leaving from London and calling at Gibraltar, Marseilles, Genoa, Port Said, Suez, Port Sudan, Aden and arriving in Mombasa mid July 1950.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDOYS Nairobi\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe Duke of York School had only been established in 1949 so was not fully up and running when Stan and Muriel arrived. It was a boarding school for British\/European boys aged between 12 and 16 whose families were settlers, mostly farmers, who lived many miles away from Nairobi. When they arrived the Stokoe family lived in a flat close to Stan\u0027s\u0026nbsp; workshop at the school,\u0026nbsp; until a house\/bungalow was built for them in February 1951; their first home. The house was inside the school grounds and was the property of and furnished by the British (colonial)\u0026nbsp; government although they were able to buy some of their own furniture, eg comfy chairs. Stan taught woodwork and handicrafts and was Assistant Housemaster in \u0027Delamere House\u0027 while Muriel got a secretarial job in the school office and Janet was looked after by an \u0027ayah\u0027 called Fatuma.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIt was a radical change of lifestyle for both of them, having to adjust to the colonial lifestyle - employing African servants to do the cooking, housekeeping and childcare; the heat, dust, rough roads, all manner of insects, tropical diseases and, especially, being separated from family and friends \u2013 whom they could only visit every 2-3 years. Although basically the same diet as in England the food in Kenya varied in quality and availability and they found the cost of living\u0026nbsp; surprisingly high. Stan and Muriel worked very hard in their spare time to create a garden, with Janet\u0027s \u0027help\u0027,\u003Cem\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E and by the end of 1951 they were proudly had settled into a home with a beautiful garden and a new car!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThey soon made friends with other families in the school community, and Kenya was a huge and beautiful country with so much to see and do, spectacular countryside, mountains and savannah, wild animals and the beautiful coastline at Mombasa. Stan and Muriel went on their first safari in August 1951, a motor trip round Mount Kenya with their friend Dominic Spencer, leaving Janet in the care of his wife, Peggy, and her three children.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDay 1 included Lake Naivasha, Thomson\u0027s Falls;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDay 2, Nanyuki to Meru;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EFinally, day 3 from Meru to Embu and Nyeri via \u003Cem\u003E\u002290 miles of hairpin bends round the Mountain (Kenya) and over its streams.\u201d\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETheir first trip to Diani Beach, Mombasa was in December 1951, and as in later years they went with friends and shared a \u0022bunglaow\u0022 right on the edge of the dazzling white sandy beach, washed by the warm Indian ocean. Diani became their annual idyllic holiday destination until they left Kenya 30 years later. (more details are in the \u0027Holidays at the Coast\u0027 stories)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENext stop Embu\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EEarly in 1953 Stan left the Duke of York School and they moved to Embu, about 75 miles north east of Nairobi, in the foothills of Mount Kenya. This was Stan\u0027s first move into \u201cAfrican Education\u201d : education in Kenya was segregated at that time and the Duke of York School was for white boys only while Embu was a secondary school for African boys only. Stan found he had better pay and progression opportunities\u0026nbsp; in the African Education system.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EBetween May and November 1953 the family had to move back to Nairobi temporarily because of the \u0027Mau Mau\u0027 rebellion. This became the basis\u0026nbsp; of Kenya\u0027s fight for indepence from British rule but initially it was an uprising by the Kikuyu tribe against the loss of their land to British farmers. The fighting lasted from 1952 to 1956 but the \u0027state of emergency\u0027 was not lifted until 1960. Stan was was recruited into the police reserve and slept with a gun under his pillow \u2013 luckily he never had to use it and the family escaped any direct impact from the Mau Mau.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EFirst trip home .... and another child\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn December 1953 Muriel and Janet returned to England for their first \u0027UK leave\u0027\u0026nbsp; with Stan following in March 1954. Leave was initially six months, later cut to 3 months but taken more regularly. This was their first break from Kenya and a chance to catch up with their friends and relations at home - Muriel\u0027s family, now living in Kent, and Stan\u0027s family in Durham, and for them\u0026nbsp; to get acquainted with Janet, now nearly 4 years old, and to welcome the arrival of baby Michael, who was born while in England on 18 May 1954.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ESadly, Muriel\u0027s mother, Minnie,\u0026nbsp; had died early in 1953 so this photo was the only time she met Janet, and she never got see any of her later grandchildren. In 1952 after her husband died, Minnie had moved south from Loughborough to be closer to her sister, Elsie, and they had bought a house together - 20 Cloisters Avenue, Bickley, Bromley, Kent and this is where the family spent their UK visits until Elsie died in 1980. She became a surrogate Grandmother to Muriels children.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter Michael was born the family went North to stay with Stan\u0027s Mother. Four generations were pictured together with Great Granny Miller at Metal Bridge. They went back south again before returning to Kenya. On 25 September 1954 the family, now 4 of them, sailed back to Kenya again, this time on the \u201cDunottar Castle\u201d and on arrival in October they moved from Embu to Kisii, about 200 miles west of Nairobi towards Lake Victoria.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMoving on again - to Kisii\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EKisii was a teacher training college, another new role for Stan. Life carried on on much the same basis as before, making new friends while keeping in touch with existing ones, and living in a mainly British community on the College compound but working with African students.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAs well as teaching Stan was again involved in many extra curricular activities - drama, sports, college\u0026nbsp; \u0027Open\u0027 days etc; Muriel helped out with the plays by designing and painting sets and making costumes. One of the pictures shows Janet modelling a witch costume Muriel had made, inspiring her love of dressing up. Their free time was spent with the children, friends, in the garden, exploring new places, picnics, swimming etc. It was at Kisii that the family became close friends with the Somervilles, a Scottish family - Bill, Marion and daughter Patricia who was the same age as Janet.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan faces a health crisis\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn November 1955 the whole family had to fly back to England again for Stan to have an operation to remove a tumour on his spine. Luckily it was benign and he made a full recovery but his Doctor and many of his friends and colleagues in Kenya didn\u0027t expect to see him again, they didn\u0027t think he would ever walk again. They were in England for 7 months while Stan recuperated, again sharing their time between Muriel\u0027s family in Kent and Stan\u0027s family in\u0026nbsp; Durham. And there were cousins to get to know - Muriel\u0027s sister Irene and her husband Gordon had two children - Paula and Martin aged about 4 and 2.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EBack in Tursdale County Durham, Janet spent some time at the village school and became very good friends with Shirley Hutchison who lived next door to Stan\u0027s mother, and with Pauline Lovatt, who lived over the road in \u0027School Street\u0027. Their friendship would be revived every time the family came home on leave.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe pictures here include friends at Tursdale School, Shirley and Pauline on a trip to Redcar beach, and picnicing at Hadrians Wall and High Force Teesside with Granny and Grandad.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOnce Stan was fully recovered the family returned to Kenya, back to Kisii, in July 1956.\u0026nbsp; However, after another Christmas holiday at Diani Beach the family packed up and moved again\u0026nbsp; - this time to Kagumo College, Nyeri, which lay in the foothills of Mount Kenya. This time they stayed put for 5 years ...... and is described in another story.\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "This story describes how the Stokoes arrived in Kenya and settled in. It includes their first trips home to the UK. Early memories have been reinforced by two photo albums complied by Muriel, and letters she wrote home (which are shown in full in the Individual Family Stories section and are worth reading).\r\n", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch4\u003EThe journey begins\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan and Muriel were married in Loughborough on 23 July 1949; they met when he was a student at Loughborough College and she was a secretary in the Principal\u0027s office, he had a teaching job in London but was unispired by it so signed up with the Colonial Service for a teaching job abroad. Less than 6 months after the wedding, on January 20th 1950 Stan flew to Kenya to start work as teacher at the Duke of York School in Nairobi. Muriel was pregnant so couldn\u0027t join him until after baby Janet, was born - on 9 February 1950. Then after visiting Stan\u0027s relatives in County Durham with her new baby, Muriel and Janet sailed to Kenya with the M.V \u0027Llangibby Castle\u0027 on the 8 June 1950. The journey took 4 weeks, leaving from London and calling at Gibraltar, Marseilles, Genoa, Port Said, Suez, Port Sudan, Aden and arriving in Mombasa mid July 1950.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EDOYS Nairobi\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe Duke of York School had only been established in 1949 so was not fully up and running when Stan and Muriel arrived. It was a boarding school for British\/European boys aged between 12 and 16 whose families were settlers, mostly farmers, who lived many miles away from Nairobi. When they arrived the Stokoe family lived in a flat close to Stan\u0027s\u00a0 workshop at the school,\u00a0 until a house\/bungalow was built for them in February 1951; their first home. The house was inside the school grounds and was the property of and furnished by the British (colonial)\u00a0 government although they were able to buy some of their own furniture, eg comfy chairs. Stan taught woodwork and handicrafts and was Assistant Housemaster in \u0027Delamere House\u0027 while Muriel got a secretarial job in the school office and Janet was looked after by an \u0027ayah\u0027 called Fatuma.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIt was a radical change of lifestyle for both of them, having to adjust to the colonial lifestyle - employing African servants to do the cooking, housekeeping and childcare; the heat, dust, rough roads, all manner of insects, tropical diseases and, especially, being separated from family and friends \u2013 whom they could only visit every 2-3 years. Although basically the same diet as in England the food in Kenya varied in quality and availability and they found the cost of living\u00a0 surprisingly high. Stan and Muriel worked very hard in their spare time to create a garden, with Janet\u0027s \u0027help\u0027,\u003Cem\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E and by the end of 1951 they were proudly had settled into a home with a beautiful garden and a new car!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThey soon made friends with other families in the school community, and Kenya was a huge and beautiful country with so much to see and do, spectacular countryside, mountains and savannah, wild animals and the beautiful coastline at Mombasa. Stan and Muriel went on their first safari in August 1951, a motor trip round Mount Kenya with their friend Dominic Spencer, leaving Janet in the care of his wife, Peggy, and her three children.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDay 1 included Lake Naivasha, Thomson\u0027s Falls;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDay 2, Nanyuki to Meru;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EFinally, day 3 from Meru to Embu and Nyeri via \u003Cem\u003E\u002290 miles of hairpin bends round the Mountain (Kenya) and over its streams.\u201d\u00a0\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETheir first trip to Diani Beach, Mombasa was in December 1951, and as in later years they went with friends and shared a \u0022bunglaow\u0022 right on the edge of the dazzling white sandy beach, washed by the warm Indian ocean. Diani became their annual idyllic holiday destination until they left Kenya 30 years later. (more details are in the \u0027Holidays at the Coast\u0027 stories)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ENext stop Embu\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EEarly in 1953 Stan left the Duke of York School and they moved to Embu, about 75 miles north east of Nairobi, in the foothills of Mount Kenya. This was Stan\u0027s first move into \u201cAfrican Education\u201d : education in Kenya was segregated at that time and the Duke of York School was for white boys only while Embu was a secondary school for African boys only. Stan found he had better pay and progression opportunities\u00a0 in the African Education system.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EBetween May and November 1953 the family had to move back to Nairobi temporarily because of the \u0027Mau Mau\u0027 rebellion. This became the basis\u00a0 of Kenya\u0027s fight for indepence from British rule but initially it was an uprising by the Kikuyu tribe against the loss of their land to British farmers. The fighting lasted from 1952 to 1956 but the \u0027state of emergency\u0027 was not lifted until 1960. Stan was was recruited into the police reserve and slept with a gun under his pillow \u2013 luckily he never had to use it and the family escaped any direct impact from the Mau Mau.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EFirst trip home .... and another child\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn December 1953 Muriel and Janet returned to England for their first \u0027UK leave\u0027\u00a0 with Stan following in March 1954. Leave was initially six months, later cut to 3 months but taken more regularly. This was their first break from Kenya and a chance to catch up with their friends and relations at home - Muriel\u0027s family, now living in Kent, and Stan\u0027s family in Durham, and for them\u00a0 to get acquainted with Janet, now nearly 4 years old, and to welcome the arrival of baby Michael, who was born while in England on 18 May 1954.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ESadly, Muriel\u0027s mother, Minnie,\u00a0 had died early in 1953 so this photo was the only time she met Janet, and she never got see any of her later grandchildren. In 1952 after her husband died, Minnie had moved south from Loughborough to be closer to her sister, Elsie, and they had bought a house together - 20 Cloisters Avenue, Bickley, Bromley, Kent and this is where the family spent their UK visits until Elsie died in 1980. She became a surrogate Grandmother to Muriels children.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter Michael was born the family went North to stay with Stan\u0027s Mother. Four generations were pictured together with Great Granny Miller at Metal Bridge. They went back south again before returning to Kenya. On 25 September 1954 the family, now 4 of them, sailed back to Kenya again, this time on the \u201cDunottar Castle\u201d and on arrival in October they moved from Embu to Kisii, about 200 miles west of Nairobi towards Lake Victoria.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMoving on again - to Kisii\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EKisii was a teacher training college, another new role for Stan. Life carried on on much the same basis as before, making new friends while keeping in touch with existing ones, and living in a mainly British community on the College compound but working with African students.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAs well as teaching Stan was again involved in many extra curricular activities - drama, sports, college\u00a0 \u0027Open\u0027 days etc; Muriel helped out with the plays by designing and painting sets and making costumes. One of the pictures shows Janet modelling a witch costume Muriel had made, inspiring her love of dressing up. Their free time was spent with the children, friends, in the garden, exploring new places, picnics, swimming etc. It was at Kisii that the family became close friends with the Somervilles, a Scottish family - Bill, Marion and daughter Patricia who was the same age as Janet.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan faces a health crisis\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn November 1955 the whole family had to fly back to England again for Stan to have an operation to remove a tumour on his spine. Luckily it was benign and he made a full recovery but his Doctor and many of his friends and colleagues in Kenya didn\u0027t expect to see him again, they didn\u0027t think he would ever walk again. They were in England for 7 months while Stan recuperated, again sharing their time between Muriel\u0027s family in Kent and Stan\u0027s family in\u00a0 Durham. And there were cousins to get to know - Muriel\u0027s sister Irene and her husband Gordon had two children - Paula and Martin aged about 4 and 2.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EBack in Tursdale County Durham, Janet spent some time at the village school and became very good friends with Shirley Hutchison who lived next door to Stan\u0027s mother, and with Pauline Lovatt, who lived over the road in \u0027School Street\u0027. 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margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EKagumo families\/friends\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EI have a vague mental map of the College layout which I have tried to draw (see my hand drawn map!!),\u0026nbsp; showing where my friends\u2019 families lived - its probably wildly out!! Its also quite difficult to describe but here goes: the northernmost area of the college was the main sports field and next to that was the farm. Below that was a row of about 6-8 houses; the Curtises \u2013 Arnold and Daphne plus daughters Steph and Jill, and the Cawleys \u2013 John and Molly with daughter Jane, lived here \u2013 both families moved away early on, to Limuru and Nairobi respectively, but we all kept in touch and visited regularly. I think the Velzians lived here as well. They had a proper full sized trampoline in their garden, which we all\u0026nbsp; loved bouncing on! Dad, John, was the PE teacher and later became the National Coach to Kenya\u0027s athletes, starting with Kipchoge Kieno - the first of Kenya\u0027s phenomenal medal winning long distance runners. His wife Jo worked as a secretary in the Principal\u2019s office. I remember her for her \u0027killer heels\u0027 and for teaching me to do the \u2018Twist\u2019!! They had a son Guy and a much later a daughter Kim. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003ETurning left to go south there were 2 large houses on each side of the road, the Principal on one side and the Rector on the other. I remember Harry Laughton being the Principal, he and his wife had no children so we were not well acquainted. The Rector was Douglas Melhuish, there were 4 children in that family but I really only knew Rosie and Wendy. Douglas was also the vicar at a church in Nyeri where we went to Sunday school. He christened me Mike and Kathy - all 3 of us together when Kathy was about 2 years old and I was about 9. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EContinuing south from the Principals house there was another sports field opposite which was another row of houses and families (I am not sure of the right order) : - the Penns \u2013 Ken and Shona plus their children Caroline, Sarah and James (they also moved away, to Nakuru but we remained friends); the Clarks \u2013 Pat and Jane with children Adam and Amanda; the Martins \u2013 Ken and Margaret with children Hilary and Dominic; Margaret was famous for her curries, eaten out in the garden and I especially loved all the \u0027bits and pieces\u0027 such as chopped up banana, oranges, onion, tomatoes, grated coconut etc which we sprinkled over the curry; next were the Shanks \u2013 Philip and Eileen with children Ben and Lulu (Lyndall); the Jacksons - ? and Nora with their children Moira and Paul. A bit further down the road, in a house on its own, lived Peter King. I was afraid to go to his house as his dog bit me once (not seriously). Our house was also on its own, on the other side of the road from Peter. To the east and behind the staff houses was a wooded area leading to the classrooms and offices, the squash court was here as well. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EBest Friends\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EI made lasting friendships at Kagumo, friends I am still in contact with \u2013 in particular Rosie Melhuish and Steph Curtis. I even reconnected with Moira Jackson and we met up nearly 60 years on and had a great Kagumo \u0022When-we\u0022. When the Cutises moved to Limuru I often went to stay; Steph, Jill and I always had fun together. I remember getting wheezy after pillow fights, swimming in the dam, going on long walks with their dogs \u2013 3 Rhodesian Ridgebacks, collecting mushrooms on the golf course early in the morning: the tastiest and juiciest mushrooms ever. We also had midnight feasts and once we tried to melt a \u0027Sugar Daddy\u0027 (a toffee lollipop) over a candle. There were also exchange visits to my house but somehow these were not so memorable. Later Steph went to Limuru Girls School but Rosie Melhuish and I both went to Kenya High which is how we remained friends; I think we were in the same class but different boarding houses (Kenya High has its own story). \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EThere were many younger children in the Kagumo community, similar ages to my brother and sister, so they had lots of friends as well.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003ENew Arrivals\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EAs with any community families come and go and Kagumo was no different. Around\u0026nbsp; 1961 our cousins, the Smithes, came over from England to stay with us \u2013 Paula was about 8 and Martin was about 6, their Mum, Irene, was my Mum\u0027s sister. I remember them arriving and putting up a tent in our front garden, with their Dad Gordon and their Granny as well (there is a cine of this) \u2013 they had had a marathon journey across Europe and from South Africa to Kenya. Gordon and his mother soon went back to England, and Gor\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Edon often joined us for holidays at the coast but Irene, Paula and Martin stayed and shared our life in Kagumo for a couple of years; Irene even got a job\u0026nbsp;\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003E \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Eteaching in a local school. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003EAt about the same, a Canadian teacher called Bob Moffat, joined the Kagumo College staff bringing his family with him. The Moffats had 3 children - Janet, Robbie and Cathy who were almost exactly the same ages as me, Mike and Kathy respectively and we all became best friends and enjoyed many holidays and adventures together. Janet and I both went to Nyeri primary and although the family returned to Canada after about 4 years I kept in touch with Janet and visited her in Canada in 2000. Another Canadian family, the Gillespie\u0027s, also arrived in Kagumo around 1961\/2, just before we left. I was very friendly with Clare and Brenda as they were both pupils at Kenya High School with me. I lost contact with them after we all left Kenya but again recently re-connected through the internet and I visited with Clare in Portugal in 2019. These shared Kenya memories do bring people together!!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EIn and around Nyeri town\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAlthough life was full at Kagumo there was a whole other array of th\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Eings to do\u0026nbsp; both in and around Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003ENyeri Club was an important centre of our social life: some of our Dads, and Mums too, regularly played golf there so we children would get taken along to just run around or play on the swings. Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones. We were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. There was always something going on \u2013 like film shows: I remember watching Bambi on the day my sister was born! and parties at Christmas, displays of marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing as well as Kenyan tribal dancers. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EPicnics were another regular activity and we always went in a group with other famili\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Ees. One favourite spot was the Thego river, the water was freezing cold as its source was high up on Mount Kenya but the hot sun soon warmed us up as we sunbathed on the rocks. I loved to collect the beautiful smooth coloured stones from the shallower water but sadly they dried out in the sunshine to a uniform brown colour. Another favourite was Cave Waterfall up in the Aberdare Mountains: after an early start and a long steep drive up through thick forest, sometimes on muddy roads and driving through fords, we tucked into a picnic breakfast cooked on a calor gas stove. Afterwards we climbed carefully down to the foot of the waterfall, behind which there was a the dark clammy cave from where we watched the wall of water thundering down in front of us. We also went on picnics to the Siremon track in the foothills of Mount Kenya, to animal sanctuaries such as Mrs Kenealey\u0027s farm where we rode on a giant tortoise and we often swam in the pool at the Outspan Hotel in Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EOnce, after a very heavy rainy season the Sagana River near Nyeri was flooded and Dad took us out in the car to watch the surging torrents of brown water swirling under and over fragile wooden bridges. Often we had to get out and walk while Dad negotiated the car across and of the bridges got washed away just after we had driven over it!\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We also travelled further afield: apart from visits to friends in Nairobi we went on safari to game parks and almost every year to the Kenya coast which have got their own stories.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003ELeaving\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EIn 1962 the family went home to the UK on leave and when we came back Dad had got a new posting to Kericho,\u0026nbsp; a promotion to principal at the teacher training college there. As well as moving I started secondary school - as a boarder to Kenya High School in Nairobi, and my brother and sister started at Greensteds in Nakuru.\u0026nbsp; I never went back to Nyeri again.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: x-large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "These are my childhood memories of some of the European families who shared our life at Kagumo, many of whom became life long friends.", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKagumo families\/friends\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI have a vague mental map of the College layout which I have tried to draw (see my hand drawn map!!),\u00a0 showing where my friends\u2019 families lived - its probably wildly out!! Its also quite difficult to describe but here goes: the northernmost area of the college was the main sports field and next to that was the farm. Below that was a row of about 6-8 houses; the Curtises \u2013 Arnold and Daphne plus daughters Steph and Jill, and the Cawleys \u2013 John and Molly with daughter Jane, lived here \u2013 both families moved away early on, to Limuru and Nairobi respectively, but we all kept in touch and visited regularly. I think the Velzians lived here as well. They had a proper full sized trampoline in their garden, which we all\u00a0 loved bouncing on! Dad, John, was the PE teacher and later became the National Coach to Kenya\u0027s athletes, starting with Kipchoge Kieno - the first of Kenya\u0027s phenomenal medal winning long distance runners. His wife Jo worked as a secretary in the Principal\u2019s office. I remember her for her \u0027killer heels\u0027 and for teaching me to do the \u2018Twist\u2019!! They had a son Guy and a much later a daughter Kim. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ETurning left to go south there were 2 large houses on each side of the road, the Principal on one side and the Rector on the other. I remember Harry Laughton being the Principal, he and his wife had no children so we were not well acquainted. The Rector was Douglas Melhuish, there were 4 children in that family but I really only knew Rosie and Wendy. Douglas was also the vicar at a church in Nyeri where we went to Sunday school. He christened me Mike and Kathy - all 3 of us together when Kathy was about 2 years old and I was about 9. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EContinuing south from the Principals house there was another sports field opposite which was another row of houses and families (I am not sure of the right order) : - the Penns \u2013 Ken and Shona plus their children Caroline, Sarah and James (they also moved away, to Nakuru but we remained friends); the Clarks \u2013 Pat and Jane with children Adam and Amanda; the Martins \u2013 Ken and Margaret with children Hilary and Dominic; Margaret was famous for her curries, eaten out in the garden and I especially loved all the \u0027bits and pieces\u0027 such as chopped up banana, oranges, onion, tomatoes, grated coconut etc which we sprinkled over the curry; next were the Shanks \u2013 Philip and Eileen with children Ben and Lulu (Lyndall); the Jacksons - ? and Nora with their children Moira and Paul. A bit further down the road, in a house on its own, lived Peter King. I was afraid to go to his house as his dog bit me once (not seriously). Our house was also on its own, on the other side of the road from Peter. To the east and behind the staff houses was a wooded area leading to the classrooms and offices, the squash court was here as well. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBest Friends\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI made lasting friendships at Kagumo, friends I am still in contact with \u2013 in particular Rosie Melhuish and Steph Curtis. I even reconnected with Moira Jackson and we met up nearly 60 years on and had a great Kagumo \u0022When-we\u0022. When the Cutises moved to Limuru I often went to stay; Steph, Jill and I always had fun together. I remember getting wheezy after pillow fights, swimming in the dam, going on long walks with their dogs \u2013 3 Rhodesian Ridgebacks, collecting mushrooms on the golf course early in the morning: the tastiest and juiciest mushrooms ever. We also had midnight feasts and once we tried to melt a \u0027Sugar Daddy\u0027 (a toffee lollipop) over a candle. There were also exchange visits to my house but somehow these were not so memorable. Later Steph went to Limuru Girls School but Rosie Melhuish and I both went to Kenya High which is how we remained friends; I think we were in the same class but different boarding houses (Kenya High has its own story). \u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThere were many younger children in the Kagumo community, similar ages to my brother and sister, so they had lots of friends as well.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ENew Arrivals\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAs with any community families come and go and Kagumo was no different. Around\u00a0 1961 our cousins, the Smithes, came over from England to stay with us \u2013 Paula was about 8 and Martin was about 6, their Mum, Irene, was my Mum\u0027s sister. I remember them arriving and putting up a tent in our front garden, with their Dad Gordon and their Granny as well (there is a cine of this) \u2013 they had had a marathon journey across Europe and from South Africa to Kenya. Gordon and his mother soon went back to England, and Gor\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Edon often joined us for holidays at the coast but Irene, Paula and Martin stayed and shared our life in Kagumo for a couple of years; Irene even got a job\u00a0\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Eteaching in a local school. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAt about the same, a Canadian teacher called Bob Moffat, joined the Kagumo College staff bringing his family with him. The Moffats had 3 children - Janet, Robbie and Cathy who were almost exactly the same ages as me, Mike and Kathy respectively and we all became best friends and enjoyed many holidays and adventures together. Janet and I both went to Nyeri primary and although the family returned to Canada after about 4 years I kept in touch with Janet and visited her in Canada in 2000. Another Canadian family, the Gillespie\u0027s, also arrived in Kagumo around 1961\/2, just before we left. I was very friendly with Clare and Brenda as they were both pupils at Kenya High School with me. I lost contact with them after we all left Kenya but again recently re-connected through the internet and I visited with Clare in Portugal in 2019. These shared Kenya memories do bring people together!!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn and around Nyeri town\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAlthough life was full at Kagumo there was a whole other array of th\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Eings to do\u00a0 both in and around Nyeri. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003ENyeri Club was an important centre of our social life: some of our Dads, and Mums too, regularly played golf there so we children would get taken along to just run around or play on the swings. Ayahs would come along to keep an eye on the little ones. We were plied with crisps and bottles of coca cola while the grown ups drank beer in the club house. There was always something going on \u2013 like film shows: I remember watching Bambi on the day my sister was born! and parties at Christmas, displays of marching bands such as the KAR (Kenyan African Rifles), Scottish Country dancing as well as Kenyan tribal dancers. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EPicnics were another regular activity and we always went in a group with other famili\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Ees. One favourite spot was the Thego river, the water was freezing cold as its source was high up on Mount Kenya but the hot sun soon warmed us up as we sunbathed on the rocks. I loved to collect the beautiful smooth coloured stones from the shallower water but sadly they dried out in the sunshine to a uniform brown colour. 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Often we had to get out and walk while Dad negotiated the car across and of the bridges got washed away just after we had driven over it!\u00a0\u00a0 We also travelled further afield: apart from visits to friends in Nairobi we went on safari to game parks and almost every year to the Kenya coast which have got their own stories.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ELeaving\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn 1962 the family went home to the UK on leave and when we came back Dad had got a new posting to Kericho,\u00a0 a promotion to principal at the teacher training college there. 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He was a muslim who came from Mombasa, on the Kenya coast, close to the islands of Zanzibar and Lamu, steeped in a history of\u0026nbsp; Arab\/Islamic\u0026nbsp; culture. He came to work for us as a cook while we were at Diani beach on holiday in 1951 then he came back with us to Nairobi\u0026nbsp; and stayed with us for nearly 15 years, becoming more of a family friend than a servant.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHassani spoke proper Swahili but easily understood our attempts at \u0027kitchen swahili\u0027, a sort of pidgin version, and he learned to speak some English as well. He was kind and gentle and we loved him. He left his home and family and moved with us from Nairobi to Kisii, to Nyeri and then Kericho.\u0026nbsp; He was a wonderful cook, I don\u0027t know where he learned it but some of his specialities included roast beef and yorkshire pudding, fruit salads, and the most delicious creamy ice cream with chopped up mars bars mixed into it... there seemed to be nothing he couldn\u0027t create.\u0026nbsp; He started work at 7 am squeezing fresh orange juice for our breakfast and then taking Mum and Dad tea in bed. In the early days our main meal was at lunch time and Hassani would cook roast dinners, pies, stews, fish dishes and fabulous puddings. Beef was freely available in Kenya but chicken was a special real treat, mainly for Sundays. I remember when I was probably about about 7,\u0026nbsp; watching Hassani kill a chicken; he picked one running \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E \u003C\/span\u003Earound in the back garden and slit its throat, but it still kept running (for a bit). I wasn\u0027t squeamish and had no problem eating the chicken afterwards.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EFish was usually talapia, fresh from lakes and rivers, except when we were at the coast when we feasted on succulent lobsters (crayfish), prawns and exotic fish of all shapes and colours which Hassani bought from the fishermen who bought baskets of their day\u0027s catch to the kitchen door, then cooked to perfection. I loved watching the live blue and gold lobsters flapping round the kitchen floor waving their nippers while Hassani chose the best specimens. Prawns arrived as a seething brown mass in a basket, all wriggling tails and waving antennae. Handfuls were scooped out onto the scales then quickly thrown into a pan of boiling water, they were so tasty!!! Lobsters met the same fate and were tender and delicious, just served with salad and Hassani\u0027s home made mayonnaise. He also made delicious fresh lime juice as limes were plentiful at the coast. When we collected shells from our goggling trips to the reef, Hassani would clean them for us by skillfully removing with a knife whatever slimy or crabby object lived inside,\u0026nbsp; this meant we could keep them and they never got smelly.\u0026nbsp; Hassani would go home to visit his family when we went back to Mombasa on holiday but then he came home with us. When we went on camping safaris Hassani came with us to cook.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHassani lived in the servants quarters (boys quarters), within the garden area wherever we lived. These were very basic stone built rooms, pretty small, and most of the cooking was done outside.\u0026nbsp; Hassani was also responsible for some shopping;\u0026nbsp; he supplemented our visits to the Duka in town by buying produce from men and women who regularly called at our kitchen door selling their wares in huge woven baskets, he would select the best produce and barter for the best price. This is how we bought eggs, making sure they would float in water so we knew they were fresh, vegetables and fruit, chicken and fish.\u0026nbsp; Doorstep sellers also brought carved wooden and stoneware animals, shells and decorative woven baskets; Hassani always helped us get the best deal.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAlthough he was a cook Hassani also did a bit of housework but he didn\u0027t do laundry or childcare as this was the job of our ayah - of which we had two.\u0026nbsp; My ayah was called Fatuma and she looked after me at Duke of York School. After Mike and Kathy were born, they were looked after by Mukeria who started working for us in Kisii then came to Nyeri with us as well.\u0026nbsp; Mukeria laughed a lot but looked quite scary as her front teeth had been sharpened to a point. She got on well with Hassani!\u0026nbsp; Kathy as the youngest had the closest relationship with Mukeria who taught her to speak Swahili. She eventually left the family when we all went to boarding school in 1963.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWe often empoyed a gardener or shamba boy, especially in the early days and 1969\/70 in Kericho we even had a \u0022syce\u0022 to help look after two horses which Kathy had borrowed. At that time we also had a young lad called Johanna working as a house boy and he taught Mike how to\u0026nbsp; shoot pigeons with his shotgun;\u0026nbsp; Johanna was a much better shot than Mike.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI don\u0027t think Mum or Dad were very comfortable with the idea of having domestic servants when they first arrived in Kenya in 1950, neither of them had any previous experience of this lifestyle, but they soon realised that it was normal practice and that the Africans relied on the income this employment provided to support their families. Dad paid the school fees for Hassani\u0027s eldest son Kassim and they kept in touch after Dad left Kenya. 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The countryside was lush and fertile and the climate hot and sunny, without being humid.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EHome and Family\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EI have very happy memories of my childhood at Kagumo College where Dad and Mum both worked: Dad taught woodwork and PE, while Mum taught Art and both were involved in supervising their students\u0027 teaching practice. I started school at Nyeri Primary soon after we arrived at Kagumo but my little brother, Mike, was too young to go to school and baby sister, Kathy, hadn\u0027t arrived. She was actually born at Nyeri hospital in 1957. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAlthough they varied in size all the staff houses were built to\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E the same basic design as other schools and colleges: bungalows of local stone, with red tiled rooves, a verandah and garden and pre-equipped with a set of standard \u0027PWD\u0027 (public works dept) furniture.\u0026nbsp; A network of dirt roads and bushy hedges completed the layout.\u0026nbsp; \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWe lived in a large 3 bedroom bungalow surrounded by\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E garden. To the front was a circular driveway with a flower bed in the middle and plenty of room to park KAF29 - our trusty Standard Vanguard which Dad had bought at while at Duke of York School and which served us well for nearly 20 years. (see cine film in story 3) To the rear was a huge lawned area with trees, flower beds, a vegetable garden and a stunning view across to the Aberdare Mountains. The hedge at the furthest end of our garden marked the border between the College compound and the \u201cReserve\u201d - ie land reserved for African villages, their cattle and smallholdings. We weren\u2019t supposed to go into the \u2018Reserve\u2019 but occasionally we ventured out, only to be chased back by the\u0026nbsp; village \u2018totos\u2019 (children) who quite rightly, thought we were trespassing; after all they weren\u0027t allowed into our college compound.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EA dog called Angus completed our family, he was a dachshund but much too big for his breed due some Alsatian genes in his family history; we all loved him, apart from when he came home covered with ticks. These ugly fat blobs, full of Angus\u0027s blood, had to be removed without the head being left behind in Angus\u0027s flesh; Dad was responsible for tick removal and he ceremonially set fire to their remains in his ashray.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAs with Dad\u0027s previous posts we had servants to look after us and they lived in small brick houses built within the garden behind our house known as \u0027Boys Quarters\u0027. We brought our wonderful cook, Hassani, with us from Kisii \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003Eas well as our \u0027ayah\u0027 Mukeria. Hassani \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Ehas his own story in the \u0022Stokoe family\u0022 section of this website because he did really feel like one of the family. Mukeria helped with the housework and looked after the children - first Mike but mainly Kathy who became very attached to her. Hassani cooked delicious meals, mostly lunches because that\u0027s when we ate our main meal. He also kept chickens, which we sometime ate, and haggled over the purchase of fresh \u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Evegetables and eggs which were brought to the kitchen door by a Kikuyu lady called Wanjuki, who went from house to house with her baskets of wares. (see cine film) Hassani showed us how to tell if eggs were fresh by carefully lowering them into a bowl of water \u2013 if they floated they were bad! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWhat We Did\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EI always felt safe roaming around Kagumo within the enclosed perimeter of the college compound, there were hardly any cars and they couldn\u2019t drive fast as\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E the roads were \u2018murram\u2019 - very rough and bumpy, and either dry and dusty in the dry season or slippery with mud in the wet season. We children ran around bare foot or in flip flops, developing hard callouses but also attracting \u2018jiggers\u0027, little bugs which burrowed in and laid eggs in your toes and which Hassani carefully cut out with a razor blade, another of his many talents. Another \u0027dudu\u0027 (insect) that I vividly remember was \u0027siafu\u0027: these were safari ants which could give you a nasty nip if you walked across a column of them, allowing one or more to climb up your legs. The larger ones had huge nippers and also had to be removed carefully avoiding detaching head from body, again usually by Hassani. Armies of safari ants would devour anything in their path and had to be kept out of the house. In the kitchen the food safe and fridge were on raised legs which were placed inside small tins filled with paraffin to keep the ants away. Sometimes Hassani poured paraffin across the door step to divert the siafu.\u0026nbsp;\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003ECaterpillars were another challenge; a huge Pepper tree in our garden was a favourite to climb and we pretended the branches were different countries of the world. It was also home to large yellow and black \u0027hairy\u0027 caterpillars which we knocked to the ground with a stick, but if you happened to brush against their soft hairs you would get a nasty rash. Despite all these and other nasties we survived our childhood relatively unscathed, especially considering we spent most of our time outside. When I was younger I used to enjoy making mud pies in the flower beds:\u0026nbsp; with drops of water I created little round balls of mud, rolled them in my hand then dipped them into soft dry soil to help them to dry out. They could also be flattened and decorated with little sparkly stones or small flowers and petals. Flowers were also great material for making little fairy people \u2013 the white and yellow frangipani, lilac blue jacaranda and bright red Nandi flame flowers made lovely dresses into the top of which I would stick smaller flowers like the fluffy yellow mimosa or seed pods to create a head.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EThere were lots of children at Kagumo, most of Dad\u0027s colleagues had one or more children matching us in age range so we were never short of company and even allowing for time spent at school we got up to all sorts of mischief. One of the most fun things we did was \u0027dressing up\u0027: Mum kept a special trunk of clothes, shoes and hats to which we could help ourselves. 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Th\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Eere were many other places around the college where we could entertain ourselves. After a tractor had cut the grass on one of the sports fields we came along and scraped the cut grass into nest shapes where a whole game of \u0027families\u0027 could take place. In the rainy season we would play in the drainage ditches at the side of the road, testing the water depth with our wellies, seeing how deep we could go without letting the water spill over the top. My brother, Mike, was always getting into trouble for falling in and getting soaked; I would take him home like a drowned rat for a change of clothes where he would be told off for creating so much washing. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EThe College also had a farm where we could \u0027help\u0027 milk the cows and watch the pigs rolling round in their smelly straw. A huge barn piled high with straw bales was another place where we would climb around and play hide and seek. If there were no grown ups playing we would run around or play ball inside the squash court: it was an open air court so we could walk all the way round on top of the wall, accessed from the wooden viewing platform. Quite dangerous but exciting! I never saw anyone fall off though.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;When the College had its Sports Day we would all go and watch the students competing and our parents officiating. There was always prize giving by lady in a posh frock and then tea. On College Open Days all the classrooms were opened to display the students work and arts and crafts. One year the students built a tree house in a very tall gum tree, with a rope ladder to climb up and \u0027death slide\u0027 to the ground, they supervised all us children to have a go safely. When the college was closed for \u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #000000;\u0022\u003Eholidays we could roller skate up and down the open walkways outside the classrooms.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003ESchool\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #000000;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E Nyeri was where we went to school: my friends and I, and my little brother, all went to Nyeri Primary, about 3 miles from Kagumo, often getting a lift there in the college truck or minibus. Uniform was green gingham dresses for the girls and green shirts with khaki shorts for the boys. There were 3 \u0027Houses\u0027 \u2013 Leopard (blue) Lion (yellow) and Cheetah (red). In my last year there (1961) I became a boarder, at my own request - because I wanted to be part of the \u0027in crowd\u0027, boarders seemed to have a lot more fun and made closer friendships. Unfortunately it meant my brother, Mike, had to be a boarder too and he hated it, so much so that he ran away once. The Matron Mrs Montgomery used to call all the boys by girls names - but I don\u0027t think thats why Mike hated it, he was only 7 and missed home. I enjoyed school on the whole, I was academically average but terrified of \u0027round the class\u0027 mental arithmetic tests. I was also useless at games \/ sports, the obstacle race was my \u2018nadir\u2019. (cine film of me doing it) It was at Nyeri Primary that I met my friend Heather \u2018Andi\u2019 Anderson, a friendship that continued at Kenya High School and later via the internet.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans, sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "This story is based on my memory, as the eldest child, looking back on my life between the ages of 6 and 12. It\u0027s probably full of inaccuracies but it is both supported and enhanced by the wonderful legacy of my Mum\u0027s collection of photos and slides. She also took lots of cine films and snipppets of these are included in a separate story as they take up a lot of space. ", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Ch4\u003EIntroduction\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003EBetween 1956 and 1962 the Stokoe family: Stan and Muriel with their children Janet, Michael and Katherine, lived at Kagumo; a teacher training college about 3 miles from the town of Nyeri, in central Kenya,\u00a0 Along with other staff members they lived within the college \u0027compound\u0027, or campus, in houses that were built by the British government along with the classrooms, student accommodation, offices and sports facilities etc. Mount Kenya was an omni-present feature of the Nyeri landscape, as were the Aberdare Mountains. The countryside was lush and fertile and the climate hot and sunny, without being humid.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EHome and Family\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI have very happy memories of my childhood at Kagumo College where Dad and Mum both worked: Dad taught woodwork and PE, while Mum taught Art and both were involved in supervising their students\u0027 teaching practice. I started school at Nyeri Primary soon after we arrived at Kagumo but my little brother, Mike, was too young to go to school and baby sister, Kathy, hadn\u0027t arrived. She was actually born at Nyeri hospital in 1957. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAlthough they varied in size all the staff houses were built to\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E the same basic design as other schools and colleges: bungalows of local stone, with red tiled rooves, a verandah and garden and pre-equipped with a set of standard \u0027PWD\u0027 (public works dept) furniture.\u00a0 A network of dirt roads and bushy hedges completed the layout.\u00a0 \u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWe lived in a large 3 bedroom bungalow surrounded by\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E garden. To the front was a circular driveway with a flower bed in the middle and plenty of room to park KAF29 - our trusty Standard Vanguard which Dad had bought at while at Duke of York School and which served us well for nearly 20 years. (see cine film in story 3) To the rear was a huge lawned area with trees, flower beds, a vegetable garden and a stunning view across to the Aberdare Mountains. The hedge at the furthest end of our garden marked the border between the College compound and the \u201cReserve\u201d - ie land reserved for African villages, their cattle and smallholdings. We weren\u2019t supposed to go into the \u2018Reserve\u2019 but occasionally we ventured out, only to be chased back by the\u00a0 village \u2018totos\u2019 (children) who quite rightly, thought we were trespassing; after all they weren\u0027t allowed into our college compound.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EA dog called Angus completed our family, he was a dachshund but much too big for his breed due some Alsatian genes in his family history; we all loved him, apart from when he came home covered with ticks. These ugly fat blobs, full of Angus\u0027s blood, had to be removed without the head being left behind in Angus\u0027s flesh; Dad was responsible for tick removal and he ceremonially set fire to their remains in his ashray.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAs with Dad\u0027s previous posts we had servants to look after us and they lived in small brick houses built within the garden behind our house known as \u0027Boys Quarters\u0027. We brought our wonderful cook, Hassani, with us from Kisii \u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003Eas well as our \u0027ayah\u0027 Mukeria. Hassani \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Ehas his own story in the \u0022Stokoe family\u0022 section of this website because he did really feel like one of the family. Mukeria helped with the housework and looked after the children - first Mike but mainly Kathy who became very attached to her. Hassani cooked delicious meals, mostly lunches because that\u0027s when we ate our main meal. He also kept chickens, which we sometime ate, and haggled over the purchase of fresh \u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003Evegetables and eggs which were brought to the kitchen door by a Kikuyu lady called Wanjuki, who went from house to house with her baskets of wares. 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Another \u0027dudu\u0027 (insect) that I vividly remember was \u0027siafu\u0027: these were safari ants which could give you a nasty nip if you walked across a column of them, allowing one or more to climb up your legs. The larger ones had huge nippers and also had to be removed carefully avoiding detaching head from body, again usually by Hassani. Armies of safari ants would devour anything in their path and had to be kept out of the house. In the kitchen the food safe and fridge were on raised legs which were placed inside small tins filled with paraffin to keep the ants away. Sometimes Hassani poured paraffin across the door step to divert the siafu.\u00a0\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ECaterpillars were another challenge; a huge Pepper tree in our garden was a favourite to climb and we pretended the branches were different countries of the world. It was also home to large yellow and black \u0027hairy\u0027 caterpillars which we knocked to the ground with a stick, but if you happened to brush against their soft hairs you would get a nasty rash. Despite all these and other nasties we survived our childhood relatively unscathed, especially considering we spent most of our time outside. When I was younger I used to enjoy making mud pies in the flower beds:\u00a0 with drops of water I created little round balls of mud, rolled them in my hand then dipped them into soft dry soil to help them to dry out. They could also be flattened and decorated with little sparkly stones or small flowers and petals. Flowers were also great material for making little fairy people \u2013 the white and yellow frangipani, lilac blue jacaranda and bright red Nandi flame flowers made lovely dresses into the top of which I would stick smaller flowers like the fluffy yellow mimosa or seed pods to create a head.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThere were lots of children at Kagumo, most of Dad\u0027s colleagues had one or more children matching us in age range so we were never short of company and even allowing for time spent at school we got up to all sorts of mischief. One of the most fun things we did was \u0027dressing up\u0027: Mum kept a special trunk of clothes, shoes and hats to which we could help ourselves. 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After a tractor had cut the grass on one of the sports fields we came along and scraped the cut grass into nest shapes where a whole game of \u0027families\u0027 could take place. In the rainy season we would play in the drainage ditches at the side of the road, testing the water depth with our wellies, seeing how deep we could go without letting the water spill over the top. My brother, Mike, was always getting into trouble for falling in and getting soaked; I would take him home like a drowned rat for a change of clothes where he would be told off for creating so much washing. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe College also had a farm where we could \u0027help\u0027 milk the cows and watch the pigs rolling round in their smelly straw. A huge barn piled high with straw bales was another place where we would climb around and play hide and seek. 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After leaving Kagumo the family were on leave in the UK when Muriel was taken ill with a nervous breakdown and remained in hospital in the north of England. Stan went back to Kenya on his own with the children, initially to a posting at Kabianga College, just outside Kericho. Janet was already boarding at Kenya High School in Nairobi and on return to Kenya both Mike and Kathy started as boarders at Greensteds Primary School in Nakuru. After about 18 months at Kabianga Stan was promoted and moved as Principal to Kericho Teachers College where he worked for nearly 10 years. \u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4 style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EKabianga\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EI don\u0027t remember much about Kabianga,\u0026nbsp; I am not even sure if it was a school or a college,\u0026nbsp; apart from a slimy swimming pool and muddy roads. We weren\u2019t on mains electricity so had a generator to light us up at night and it always went off at 10.00pm so we either had to go to bed or sit by the dim glow of a Tilly lamp. We brought our dog, Angus, from Kagumo as well as our cook and ayah - Hassani and Mukeria. The first person we met was Roy Butterworth who was already on the staff at Kabianga and we became firm family friends, with him, his wife Doreen, and their children Shirley and later Peter, who was born after they moved into Kericho.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EIt was about 3 miles from Kabianga to Kericho, where we did our shopping and went to the golf club, there was no tarmac and the rough dusty road disintegrated into thick, sticky mud whenever it rained: as Dad struggled to steer in a straight line and the car slid from side to side I was always terrified we\u0027d end up in the ditch. Sometimes we did just that - and had to be pushed back onto the road by some passing watu (Africans) - ever helpful, laughing and waving as the car lurched forward spraying them with mud from the wheels as we went on our way.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EKabianga college had a swimming pool \u2013 an unusual luxury, but we never swam in it, there was only ever a few inches of greenish water covering the bottom - barely enough for a paddle. Mike used to play football in the pool with Roy Butterworth and baby Shirley. Our house there was also unusual as it had wood cladding, painted blue and white, and as always we\u0026nbsp; had a large and colourful garden. 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Dad\u0027s Deputy was Washington Ombito, a friendly and larger than life character with a taste for brandy: he loved that Dad always offered him a glass of \u201cCwavwasier\u201d brandy but, because he drank it liberally and diluted it with ginger ale, Dad kept some cheaper \u201cThree Barrels\u201d in a Courvoisier bottle especially for Washington\u0027s visits but I don\u0027t think he noticed. 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An American company called Atmospherics Incorporated arrived with rescue technology: they employed two pilots \u2013 Gary Darrigo and Bill Carley, who flew a small plane just below the rain clouds spraying a chemical which broke up the hail stones so protecting the tea crop from damage. They became our good friends too and we even had the odd joy ride in their little plane which was fantastic fun. I remember the first time I saw Kericho from the air - stunning.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAs with\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E Nyeri much of our social life focussed around the golf club; Dad played golf most days and also enjoyed amateur dramatics (see Stan the Thesp story), taking the starring role in many productions. Mum didn\u0027t play much golf or take a role in any plays but she used her talent to paint the sets, make costumes and do the stage make up. There was a small library in the club and we could borrow books once a week; I remember a story about one of the volunteer librarians, a bit of a \u0027busybody\u0027 ...... she asked Dad for his name \u2026.. rather facetious as \u003Cstrong\u003Eeveryone\u003C\/strong\u003E knew my Dad !! \u201cFarnsbarns with two small ffs\u201d was his equally facetious reply (When my baby son was born his nickname for the first few months was Farnsbarns ... shortened to \u0022Farney\u0022). There were dances at the club and I went to my first disco there, in about 1964 or 5 \u2013 catching up with the 60s scene in England we were getting \u201cwith it\u201d![[{\u0022fid\u0022:\u0022515\u0022,\u0022view_mode\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022fields\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EOur%20house%20and%20garden%20at%20Kabianga%20including%20Kathy\u0027s%205th%20birthday%20party%20-%20attended%20by%20Caroline%20an%20Sarah%20Penn%2C%20Shirley%20Butterworth%2C%20Linda%20and%20Jennifer%20Hogg%20and%20some%20others.%20Also%20featuring%20Angus.%20Ken%20and%20Shona%20Penn%20driving%20away.%20Playing%20in%20the%20slimy%20swimming%20pool%20with%20the%20Butterworths.%20Having%20a%20bonfire%2C%20maybe%20in%20preparation%20for%20moving%2C%20then%20waiting%20for%20the%20furniture%20to%20be%20loaded%20and%20moved%20(not%20sure%20if%20it%20was%20us%20or%20the%20Butterworths%20who%20were%20moving).%20finally%20a%20few%20shots%20of%20our%20new%20home%20in%20Kericho%20including%20the%20garden%2C%20the%20derelict%20wooden%20house%20and%20a%20cat%20we%20acquired.%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022},\u0022type\u0022:\u0022media\u0022,\u0022link_text\u0022:null,\u0022field_deltas\u0022:{\u00221\u0022:{\u0022format\u0022:\u0022default\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][summary]\u0022:\u0022\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][value]\u0022:\u0022%3Cp%3EOur%20house%20and%20garden%20at%20Kabianga%20including%20Kathy\u0027s%205th%20birthday%20party%20-%20attended%20by%20Caroline%20an%20Sarah%20Penn%2C%20Shirley%20Butterworth%2C%20Linda%20and%20Jennifer%20Hogg%20and%20some%20others.%20Also%20featuring%20Angus.%20Ken%20and%20Shona%20Penn%20driving%20away.%20Playing%20in%20the%20slimy%20swimming%20pool%20with%20the%20Butterworths.%20Having%20a%20bonfire%2C%20maybe%20in%20preparation%20for%20moving%2C%20then%20waiting%20for%20the%20furniture%20to%20be%20loaded%20and%20moved%20(not%20sure%20if%20it%20was%20us%20or%20the%20Butterworths%20who%20were%20moving).%20finally%20a%20few%20shots%20of%20our%20new%20home%20in%20Kericho%20including%20the%20garden%2C%20the%20derelict%20wooden%20house%20and%20a%20cat%20we%20acquired.%3C%2Fp%3E\u0022,\u0022field_basic_image_caption[und][0][format]\u0022:\u0022panopoly_wysiwyg_text\u0022}},\u0022attributes\u0022:{\u0022alt\u0022:\u0022kabianga and early Kericho 62 3ish 4\u0022,\u0022class\u0022:\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022,\u0022data-delta\u0022:\u00221\u0022}}]]\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOutside of College our family friends included the Prophets, who lived next door to the college \u2013 Mum and Dad - June and Derek, their children Dawn, Graham and\u0026nbsp; baby sister Heather. Next door to them the Pickfords: Mum Joyce was the Matron at the local hospital and her three children, Edward, James and Bizzy, were away at school but home every holiday. From there we could walk to the Tea Hotel and use their swimming pool.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAnnual holidays at the coast continued from Kericho as did our safaris and still we returned to the UK every 2 years for a 3 month leave period to visit relations. During school term time we all had \u0027exeats\u0027 or days out from school, either spent in Nairobi, or sometimes Nakuru, going to the cinema, shopping, horse and motor racing, restaurants and visiting friends.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWe kept in close touch with the families we had made friends with at Kagumo, in particular the Curtises, the Cawleys and Kings - who now lived in Nairobi, and the Penns who lived in Nakuru. We went to the Nairobi Show, and the Nakuru show mainly to watch Kathy riding.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWe - especially Mike, enjoyed watching the East African Safari Rally as the drivers hurtled through a check point or stretch of road near where we lived. Other favourites were the Nairobi Animal Orphanage, the museum and the snake park.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/media-youtube\/euTqp_IlLCU.jpg?itok=GBhdMYXm\u0022 alt=\u0022Nakuru Penns and motor racing cut 1964 ish\u0022 data-delta=\u00226\u0022 data-fid=\u0022516\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI continued at Kenya High School until 1968 while Kathy stayed at Greensteds but Mike moved to the Duke of York \/ Lenana secondary school in Nairobi in 1966.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/media-youtube\/9pQ1iXInNMM.jpg?itok=3iyNYioW\u0022 alt=\u0022Nick, Patrick and Owen at Kericho in 1973\u0022 data-delta=\u00227\u0022 data-fid=\u0022533\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOnly Dad remained in Kericho after 1969 although we did go back there on holidays until about 1973\/4 when he moved to Machakos.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color: #ff0000;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "As with Kagumo we lived on the campus of a teacher training college. As a teenager here I have clearer memories but did spend a lot of that period away at boarding school, as did Mike and Kathy. ", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIntroduction\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Ci\u003ESometime in 1962 the Stokoes moved to Kericho, a small town in the tea growing \u0027Highlands\u0027 area of Kenya. After leaving Kagumo the family were on leave in the UK when Muriel was taken ill with a nervous breakdown and remained in hospital in the north of England. Stan went back to Kenya on his own with the children, initially to a posting at Kabianga College, just outside Kericho. Janet was already boarding at Kenya High School in Nairobi and on return to Kenya both Mike and Kathy started as boarders at Greensteds Primary School in Nakuru. After about 18 months at Kabianga Stan was promoted and moved as Principal to Kericho Teachers College where he worked for nearly 10 years. \u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKabianga\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI don\u0027t remember much about Kabianga,\u00a0 I am not even sure if it was a school or a college,\u00a0 apart from a slimy swimming pool and muddy roads. We weren\u2019t on mains electricity so had a generator to light us up at night and it always went off at 10.00pm so we either had to go to bed or sit by the dim glow of a Tilly lamp. We brought our dog, Angus, from Kagumo as well as our cook and ayah - Hassani and Mukeria. The first person we met was Roy Butterworth who was already on the staff at Kabianga and we became firm family friends, with him, his wife Doreen, and their children Shirley and later Peter, who was born after they moved into Kericho.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt was about 3 miles from Kabianga to Kericho, where we did our shopping and went to the golf club, there was no tarmac and the rough dusty road disintegrated into thick, sticky mud whenever it rained: as Dad struggled to steer in a straight line and the car slid from side to side I was always terrified we\u0027d end up in the ditch. Sometimes we did just that - and had to be pushed back onto the road by some passing watu (Africans) - ever helpful, laughing and waving as the car lurched forward spraying them with mud from the wheels as we went on our way.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKabianga college had a swimming pool \u2013 an unusual luxury, but we never swam in it, there was only ever a few inches of greenish water covering the bottom - barely enough for a paddle. Mike used to play football in the pool with Roy Butterworth and baby Shirley. Our house there was also unusual as it had wood cladding, painted blue and white, and as always we\u00a0 had a large and colourful garden. Kathy had her 5th birthday here and I think Mum joined us just before we left.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-1\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022kabianga and early Kericho 62 3ish 4\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/wn_Nl8NjLXk?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022kabianga and early Kericho 62 3ish 4\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022kabianga and early Kericho 62 3ish 4\u0022\u003EVideo of kabianga and early Kericho 62 3ish 4\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOur house and garden at Kabianga including Kathy\u0027s 5th birthday party - attended by Caroline an Sarah Penn, Shirley Butterworth, Linda and Jennifer Hogg and some others. Also featuring Angus. Ken and Shona Penn driving away. Playing in the slimy swimming pool with the Butterworths. Having a bonfire, maybe in preparation for moving, then waiting for the furniture to be loaded and moved (not sure if it was us or the Butterworths who were moving). finally a few shots of our new home in Kericho including the garden, the derelict wooden house and a cat we acquired.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022color:#ff0000\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Ch4\u003EKericho\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI was glad when we moved into Kericho town, it seemed much more civilised and there was more of a social life for me as a teenager, even though I was at boarding school so only spent my holidays there - the same was true for Mike and Kathy. The set up at Kericho College was very similar to Kagumo: a college campus with the same style of brick buildings for both staff and students. The bungalow we lived in was almost exactly the same as our Kagumo one but with an extra bedroom. As well as the boys quarters there was a rather strange semi derelict wooden house in the garden, it might once have been a guest house; Dad used it as a workshop for building canoes and sailing boats. The large hedge-protected garden was also similar to Kagumo but without the views of the Aberdare Mountains or Mount Kenya. The college was also less \u0027fenced in\u0027, there was no reserve and we could walk into and through neighbouring properties. We had an enormous avocado pear tree in the new garden but sadly none of us liked them so most of the time they rotted on the ground - what a waste! Although Hassani and Mukeria came with us to Kericho neither stayed for very long: Mukeria wasn\u0027t really needed once we were all away at boarding school and Hassani started to feel homesick for his home near Mombasa.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-2\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221967 children playing in Stokoe garden\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/d4b-I0CPeNA?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221967 children playing in Stokoe garden\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221967 children playing in Stokoe garden\u0022\u003EVideo of 1967 children playing in Stokoe garden\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStokoe garden again in 1967, Kathy and Mike are dressing up and dancing around with friends Dawn Prophet and Jane Cawley (1.27 min)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EKericho was located in the \u0027Highlands\u0027, an area on the western flank of the Rift Valley, close to Lake Victoria and Kisumu in the west, but further from Nairobi than Nyeri. It was also the centre of Kenya\u0027s tea growing industry. Kenya became an independent nation while we were in Kericho \u2013 in 1963, and the following year it became a republic with Jomo Kenyatta as President. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-3\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221967 mirror dinghy in Kericho garden\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/TMeId336rUc?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221967 mirror dinghy in Kericho garden\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221967 mirror dinghy in Kericho garden\u0022\u003EVideo of 1967 mirror dinghy in Kericho garden\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003E1967 Building a \u0027Mirror Dinghy\u0027 in our garden with the help of Roy Butterworth and Ernie Dunford. In the background you can see the \u0022shed\u0022 \/ small house in our garden (43 secs)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAs a result there were a greater number of non British and Kenyan members of staff at Kericho College. Dad\u0027s Deputy was Washington Ombito, a friendly and larger than life character with a taste for brandy: he loved that Dad always offered him a glass of \u201cCwavwasier\u201d brandy but, because he drank it liberally and diluted it with ginger ale, Dad kept some cheaper \u201cThree Barrels\u201d in a Courvoisier bottle especially for Washington\u0027s visits but I don\u0027t think he noticed. As well as the Butterworths, other members of staff I remember were Ernie Dunford and his family, the Daleys \u2013 Dolf and Audrey who had 4 children, and Father Curry - an Irish priest who suffered with recurrent malaria and drank quinine by the bottle to keep it at bay. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-4\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221966 puppies and Butterworth children\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/OFsuyEXr3Ec?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221966 puppies and Butterworth children\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221966 puppies and Butterworth children\u0022\u003EVideo of 1966 puppies and Butterworth children\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOur garden in Kericho about 1966. Hassani\u0027s puppys - Kipper and Kifaru, are playing with the Butterworths two young children Shirley and Peter. Stan is watching along with parents Roy and Doreen. Includes a shot of Peter\u0027s bare bum as the dog pulls his nappy off! (1.41 min)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EBeing at a high altitude Kericho\u0027s climate was very temperate and we had rain most afternoons, often heavy with thunder and hail, which could destroy the delicate leaves on the top of the tea bushes \u2013 these were the ones picked to make tea. An American company called Atmospherics Incorporated arrived with rescue technology: they employed two pilots \u2013 Gary Darrigo and Bill Carley, who flew a small plane just below the rain clouds spraying a chemical which broke up the hail stones so protecting the tea crop from damage. They became our good friends too and we even had the odd joy ride in their little plane which was fantastic fun. I remember the first time I saw Kericho from the air - stunning.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAs with\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E Nyeri much of our social life focussed around the golf club; Dad played golf most days and also enjoyed amateur dramatics (see Stan the Thesp story), taking the starring role in many productions. Mum didn\u0027t play much golf or take a role in any plays but she used her talent to paint the sets, make costumes and do the stage make up. There was a small library in the club and we could borrow books once a week; I remember a story about one of the volunteer librarians, a bit of a \u0027busybody\u0027 ...... she asked Dad for his name \u2026.. rather facetious as \u003Cstrong\u003Eeveryone\u003C\/strong\u003E knew my Dad !! \u201cFarnsbarns with two small ffs\u201d was his equally facetious reply (When my baby son was born his nickname for the first few months was Farnsbarns ... shortened to \u0022Farney\u0022). 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A long journey requires an early start and we have about 350 miles to travel. Mike, Kathy and I pile into the car, still half asleep while Dad steels himself for the long drive and Mum frets about what she has forgotten to pack. But she has stocked up with drinks and sweets. And\u0026nbsp; travel pills for Mike. We are all really excited to be going on holiday but dreading the boredom of a 10 hour journey; we pass the time playing car registration cricket \u2013 each person picks a letter of the alphabet and counts how many times they see that letter on the number plates of cars coming towards you, each sighting is one \u0027run\u0027. No one is allowed to choose the letter \u0027K\u0027 because every single Kenya car has K at the start of its registration. We sing as well, \u201cShe\u0027ll be coming round the Mountain\u201d is one of our favourites and Kathy treats us to some of the songs she has learned at school like \u201cPretty Percy Perky is the name of my Turkey\u201d.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EHolidays at the coast were always spent at Diani Beach and always with one or more other families - Cawleys, Westwells and later on Smithes and Moffats. When we first started going,\u0026nbsp; in the 1950s, not many of the roads weres tarmac; most were \u0027murram\u0027\u0026nbsp; - bumpy, dusty and slippery when wet, with punctures a regular hazard.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C!--MEDIA-WRAPPER-END-1--\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EFamilies would travel in convoy to help each other through punctures, breakdown or mud. We usually went at Christmas, the dry season, but that didn\u0027t guarantee a mud free journey and the pot holes and dust could be just as bad. When it did rain, it was often a tropical thunder storm turning the road to a sea of mud, a car\u0027s worst enemy, causing it to slide from side to side, or slither to a halt in the ditch. We\u0027d all have to get out and push, getting covered in a sticky red coating of mud. If there were any local \u0027Watu\u0027 walking along the road they would always stop and help.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWhen we children were small, we were sometimes packed off on the train from Nairobi to Mombasa with our Mums, while the men tackled the hazardous road journey alone. The train journey was actually quite luxurious: we boarded the sleeper at about 6pm and were then served dinner as the train crossed the Nairobi game reserve, chugging past herds of zebra and impala punctuated by the odd lion or rhino, while the steward prepared the cabins for bed. After breakfast we were met at Mombasa station by the menfolk, tired and dusty, to drive us the final 20 miles to Diani.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;In the 1960s the journey from Kericho is less fraught; downhill to Nakuru and then a long steep climb up the Rift Valley escarpment to Nairobi. This can be painfully slow if you get stuck behind a bus. Overtake carefully, it\u0027s a long way down!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EApart from loo breaks, usually taken behind a bush at the side of the road, Dad won\u0027t want to stop until we get well past Nairobi; in fact we usually have to wait till we get to Tsavo Inn for a proper break. By then we have broken the back of the journey can start looking out for \u0027game\u0027 as the road takes us between the Tsavo National Parks (East and West). Anticipation grows as we cross the Makupa Causeway onto Mombasa Island, drive through Mombasa the town, under those huge elephant tusks straddling the main street, and then down to the Likoni ferry to cross back onto the\u0026nbsp; mainland, south of Mombasa.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThere is always a long wait to get the car onto the ferry but it gives us time to stretch our legs and breathe in the salty sea air. 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The windows had mesh panels to keep the mozzies out - not very efficiently as we still had to sleep under a mosquito net and Hassani would spray all the rooms with \u0027flit\u0027 before we went to bed. I don\u0027t remember ever being worried about burglers and it was always warm so we didn\u0027t need more than a sheet on the bed;\u0026nbsp; we spent most of the day time on our verandah or on the beach. Hassani was our cook, he came to work for us in 1952 during our first holiday at the coast and always came back there with us so that he could visit his family who lived near Diani Beach.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOur bungalows didn\u0027t have a bath and the toilet was a \u0027long drop\u0027 in a thatched hut down the garden; pretty scary if you needed to go at night - creeping along a narrow path with a tilly lamp or a torch to the accompaniment of the typical sounds of an African night, mainly cicada beetles and monkeys. To avoid too many toilet trips it is wise to go easy on all that fresh fruit for the first few days until your stomach adjusts to this healthy diet!!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EHot water was only available in the evenings after Hassani had lit a fire under the water heater \u2013 this was large 50 gallon \u0027debe\u0027 (metal barrel) full of rather brackish fresh water balanced on a brick frame over a fire pit. Fresh water was limited and we couldn\u0027t drink it until it had been boiled and filtered. The lack of facilities were more than compensated for by being in food heaven \u2013 plentiful fresh fruit, mango, paw paw, bananas, oranges, limes, coconut;\u0026nbsp; copious amounts of fresh fish, including prawns and lobster \u2013 all brought to the door daily by the local fisherman, and cooked to perfection by Hassani. What we couldn\u0027t buy at the door could be purchased at the \u0027duka\u0027 in Ukunu Village a few miles away\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOur daily routine in Diani varied only with the tide as the weather was consistently hot, dry and sunny, but not humid. We started the day with an early morning swim, more fun when the tide was high and we could jump the waves and belly surf up the beach. 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We bought them from fishermen as well, usually larger and more exotic ones collected from the outer reef and beyond.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAs we got older and became stronger swimmers, we went to the outer reef as well \u2013 but never beyond it as there stood the open water of the Indian Ocean and many dangers. You could only go there on deep sea fishing trips which were expensive. The outer reef was only exposed at a spring ie very low tide but the water around it was always very deep,\u0026nbsp; and better for snorkeling.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter lunch and a rest, out of the sun, we would go swimming again as the tide came in, often waiting for the second high tide of the day, especially a spring tide, when we spent hours \u0027surfing\u0027. Not the \u0027standing up\u0027 variety: we had small, flat wooden belly boards with which you could catch a breaking wave and fly right up the beach on your tummy. 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At sunset - it would be dark by 7.30pm - the whole gang of us took a stroll along the beach before dinner.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn a spring high tide there was hardly any beach to walk on but as the tide receded the sand was left in pristine condition, nice and firm to walk on. I learned that you could tell if you were flat footed by looking at your footprints in the sand. This was also is the best time to collect tiny coloured shells washed up on the high tide mark, pink butterfly clams, strawberries, brown cone shapes and flat white \u0027fossils\u0027, and bits of drift wood. On an ebbing tide the beach was invaded by tiny white crabs which scuttled in and out of the sea. We often walked to one of the 3 hotels on that stretch of beach \u2013 Trade Winds, Two Fishes or Jardini - for a quick drink; they sometimes had discos at the Jardini Hotel in the 60\u0027s, it was a very cool place to go!! Back then it was even safe to walk back along the beach in the dark.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIt is difficult to describe the beauty of Diani beach, unless you have been there, especially in its unspoiled state. The brilliant, dazzling, white sand, which hurt your eyes the bright sunshine, stretched for about 5 miles and it was rare to see anyone walking along it, especially in the mid day heat. Only a few fish, shell or basket sellers peddling or walking between customers. The Indian Ocean is warm and inviting and the reef ensures safe swimming.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EClose to the waterline the sand is usually firm to walk on but further up, below the tree line, it is soft, like white flour.\u0026nbsp; It is mostly shady here below the coconut palms and casurina trees which separate the beach from the tough scrubby grass of the \u0027garden\u0027 surrounding the bungalow. The casurinas were home to the cicada beetles which chirped loudly all night and their spiky seed pods are very prickly to walk on.\u0026nbsp; The smell of the sand is clean and salty, with a hint of seaweed. The colour of the sea is determined by the sand;\u0026nbsp; in the shallow sandy area it is clear emerald green and its safe to put your feet down when swimming; further out as it gets deeper weed beds and rocky chunks of coral lurk beneath the water making it look midnight blue, and if you stand here be careful not to tread on sea slugs, sea urchins, star fish etc. However, this is the most interesting place for snorkelling and there is such a lot to see. Walking on Diani sand is like health spa for your feet, by the end of two weeks all the hard skin acquired from running around barefoot or in flip flops will have disappeared. Diani sand is also wonderful to play in, to make sandcastles and get buried in.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ESometimes a cocunut would fall off the tree, and sometimes we had to send someone up to knock one down. Hassani would cut them open with a panga so we could eat the sweet flesh. I still love the taste of coconut water.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn the 60s our cousins, the Smithes came with us to the coast - Paula and Martin, Auntie Irene and Uncle Gordon (if he was visiting from England) although he didn\u0027t much care for sunbathing or swimming in the sea!. Our friends the Moffats came too. They were Canadian and lived in Nyeri for about 3 years in the early 60s. We bought a catermeran with the Moffats and had great fun sailing it,\u0026nbsp; Dad also made a canoe and a\u0026nbsp; \u0027Mirror dinghy\u0027 sailing boat. Diani was a safe place for sailing as long as we didn\u0027t go beyond the outer reef.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe Coast was our Stokoe family holiday destination every year from 1951 until 1968. Even after Kathy, Mike and I left Kenya in 1969, we went back for several holidays in the 1970s. 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We are all really excited to be going on holiday but dreading the boredom of a 10 hour journey; we pass the time playing car registration cricket \u2013 each person picks a letter of the alphabet and counts how many times they see that letter on the number plates of cars coming towards you, each sighting is one \u0027run\u0027. No one is allowed to choose the letter \u0027K\u0027 because every single Kenya car has K at the start of its registration. We sing as well, \u201cShe\u0027ll be coming round the Mountain\u201d is one of our favourites and Kathy treats us to some of the songs she has learned at school like \u201cPretty Percy Perky is the name of my Turkey\u201d.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EHolidays at the coast were always spent at Diani Beach and always with one or more other families - Cawleys, Westwells and later on Smithes and Moffats. When we first started going,\u00a0 in the 1950s, not many of the roads weres tarmac; most were \u0027murram\u0027\u00a0 - bumpy, dusty and slippery when wet, with punctures a regular hazard.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C!--MEDIA-WRAPPER-END-1--\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EFamilies would travel in convoy to help each other through punctures, breakdown or mud. We usually went at Christmas, the dry season, but that didn\u0027t guarantee a mud free journey and the pot holes and dust could be just as bad. When it did rain, it was often a tropical thunder storm turning the road to a sea of mud, a car\u0027s worst enemy, causing it to slide from side to side, or slither to a halt in the ditch. We\u0027d all have to get out and push, getting covered in a sticky red coating of mud. If there were any local \u0027Watu\u0027 walking along the road they would always stop and help.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWhen we children were small, we were sometimes packed off on the train from Nairobi to Mombasa with our Mums, while the men tackled the hazardous road journey alone. The train journey was actually quite luxurious: we boarded the sleeper at about 6pm and were then served dinner as the train crossed the Nairobi game reserve, chugging past herds of zebra and impala punctuated by the odd lion or rhino, while the steward prepared the cabins for bed. After breakfast we were met at Mombasa station by the menfolk, tired and dusty, to drive us the final 20 miles to Diani.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u00a0In the 1960s the journey from Kericho is less fraught; downhill to Nakuru and then a long steep climb up the Rift Valley escarpment to Nairobi. This can be painfully slow if you get stuck behind a bus. Overtake carefully, it\u0027s a long way down!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EApart from loo breaks, usually taken behind a bush at the side of the road, Dad won\u0027t want to stop until we get well past Nairobi; in fact we usually have to wait till we get to Tsavo Inn for a proper break. By then we have broken the back of the journey can start looking out for \u0027game\u0027 as the road takes us between the Tsavo National Parks (East and West). Anticipation grows as we cross the Makupa Causeway onto Mombasa Island, drive through Mombasa the town, under those huge elephant tusks straddling the main street, and then down to the Likoni ferry to cross back onto the\u00a0 mainland, south of Mombasa.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThere is always a long wait to get the car onto the ferry but it gives us time to stretch our legs and breathe in the salty sea air. In fact we can board the ferry as foot passengers and climb back into the car on the other side.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe last 20 miles of the journey to Diani sometimes seem the longest, driving parallel to the coastline through a wooded area along an even bumpier dirt road,\u00a0 you can\u0027t even see or smell the sea, not until the final turn towards our holiday bungalow. At last I can jump out of the car, inhale that fragrant Diani air and feel the soft white sand between my toes, it\u00a0 makes the whole journey worthwhile.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe bungalows at Diani were right on the beach,\u00a0 a whitewashed brick structure with a corrugated or \u0027Makuti\u0027 palm roof and a large verandah. The windows had mesh panels to keep the mozzies out - not very efficiently as we still had to sleep under a mosquito net and Hassani would spray all the rooms with \u0027flit\u0027 before we went to bed. I don\u0027t remember ever being worried about burglers and it was always warm so we didn\u0027t need more than a sheet on the bed;\u00a0 we spent most of the day time on our verandah or on the beach. Hassani was our cook, he came to work for us in 1952 during our first holiday at the coast and always came back there with us so that he could visit his family who lived near Diani Beach.\u00a0\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOur bungalows didn\u0027t have a bath and the toilet was a \u0027long drop\u0027 in a thatched hut down the garden; pretty scary if you needed to go at night - creeping along a narrow path with a tilly lamp or a torch to the accompaniment of the typical sounds of an African night, mainly cicada beetles and monkeys. To avoid too many toilet trips it is wise to go easy on all that fresh fruit for the first few days until your stomach adjusts to this healthy diet!!\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EHot water was only available in the evenings after Hassani had lit a fire under the water heater \u2013 this was large 50 gallon \u0027debe\u0027 (metal barrel) full of rather brackish fresh water balanced on a brick frame over a fire pit. Fresh water was limited and we couldn\u0027t drink it until it had been boiled and filtered. The lack of facilities were more than compensated for by being in food heaven \u2013 plentiful fresh fruit, mango, paw paw, bananas, oranges, limes, coconut;\u00a0 copious amounts of fresh fish, including prawns and lobster \u2013 all brought to the door daily by the local fisherman, and cooked to perfection by Hassani. What we couldn\u0027t buy at the door could be purchased at the \u0027duka\u0027 in Ukunu Village a few miles away\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOur daily routine in Diani varied only with the tide as the weather was consistently hot, dry and sunny, but not humid. We started the day with an early morning swim, more fun when the tide was high and we could jump the waves and belly surf up the beach. Breakfast began with a mango, eaten on the verandah steps - they are best eaten outside so that the juice can run down your arms without making too much mess and you can rinse the stickiness off in the sea.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWe weren\u0027t usually allowed out in the fierce equatorial sun between 10 am and 4 pm, so we would play on the shaded area of beach, under the trees, or on the verandah.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThese rules were relaxed when it was a mid morning low tide, as this was the best time to visit the reef, kitted out in wide brimmed hats, T shirts, tackies and coated in sun cream (I can still remember the smell and stickiness of \u0027Rayfilta jelly\u0027 and the smell of \u0027Skol\u0027 lotion). We would part swim, part walk out to the inner reef, or if it was deep water on a spring tide we might hire an \u0027nglau\u0027 (wooden dug out canoe) and ask a local fishermen to give us a lift.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETackies (plimsoles) were essential to protect your feet when walking on the coral reef, especially to prevent sea urchin spines sticking into your heels when you brushed too close to one. Goggles and snorkel were also required or you might miss seeing the myriad of brightly coloured fish flashing in an out of the rocks and weed beds around the reef. Floating your goggles on the surface of a rock pool was an effective way of magnifying the sea life lurking below. There was also a safety element to seeing clearly what was in the water \u2013 as well as sea urchins we were afraid of treading on stone fish, which might be buried under the sand waiting to deliver a serious electric shock. We also had to look out for the blue bubble of the Portuguese Man of War, or at least its long tail, which will also deliver a nasty sting.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWe collected \u0027millions\u0027 of shells \u2013 large and small, in an infinite variety of shapes and colours. If we were lucky they were already unoccupied but if some creature was still in residence, usually the case in larger shells, we would take them back to shore for Hassani to despatch the occupant in his own special way. Back then there were no issues with damaging the environment by taking shells. We bought them from fishermen as well, usually larger and more exotic ones collected from the outer reef and beyond.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAs we got older and became stronger swimmers, we went to the outer reef as well \u2013 but never beyond it as there stood the open water of the Indian Ocean and many dangers. You could only go there on deep sea fishing trips which were expensive. The outer reef was only exposed at a spring ie very low tide but the water around it was always very deep,\u00a0 and better for snorkeling.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter lunch and a rest, out of the sun, we would go swimming again as the tide came in, often waiting for the second high tide of the day, especially a spring tide, when we spent hours \u0027surfing\u0027. Not the \u0027standing up\u0027 variety: we had small, flat wooden belly boards with which you could catch a breaking wave and fly right up the beach on your tummy. You could also surf without a board but the salty water got up your nose and made your eyes sore, your elbows and knees got scraped on the sand\u00a0 and you risked losing your cozzy in the surf.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAs the daily tide times changed we had to alter our routine and sometimes missed out on the surfing as it the danger of sunburn was greater when swimming in the midday high tide.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETime for a quick shower and change at about 5 o\u0027clock; the water might be hot but there is not much to go around, just enough to rinse the salt off your skin and out of your hair, then a cup of tea and maybe some cake, and a coating of calamine lotion to ease any sun burn \u2013 usually on noses. At sunset - it would be dark by 7.30pm - the whole gang of us took a stroll along the beach before dinner.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOn a spring high tide there was hardly any beach to walk on but as the tide receded the sand was left in pristine condition, nice and firm to walk on. I learned that you could tell if you were flat footed by looking at your footprints in the sand. This was also is the best time to collect tiny coloured shells washed up on the high tide mark, pink butterfly clams, strawberries, brown cone shapes and flat white \u0027fossils\u0027, and bits of drift wood. On an ebbing tide the beach was invaded by tiny white crabs which scuttled in and out of the sea. We often walked to one of the 3 hotels on that stretch of beach \u2013 Trade Winds, Two Fishes or Jardini - for a quick drink; they sometimes had discos at the Jardini Hotel in the 60\u0027s, it was a very cool place to go!! Back then it was even safe to walk back along the beach in the dark.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIt is difficult to describe the beauty of Diani beach, unless you have been there, especially in its unspoiled state. The brilliant, dazzling, white sand, which hurt your eyes the bright sunshine, stretched for about 5 miles and it was rare to see anyone walking along it, especially in the mid day heat. Only a few fish, shell or basket sellers peddling or walking between customers. The Indian Ocean is warm and inviting and the reef ensures safe swimming.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EClose to the waterline the sand is usually firm to walk on but further up, below the tree line, it is soft, like white flour.\u00a0 It is mostly shady here below the coconut palms and casurina trees which separate the beach from the tough scrubby grass of the \u0027garden\u0027 surrounding the bungalow. The casurinas were home to the cicada beetles which chirped loudly all night and their spiky seed pods are very prickly to walk on.\u00a0 The smell of the sand is clean and salty, with a hint of seaweed. The colour of the sea is determined by the sand;\u00a0 in the shallow sandy area it is clear emerald green and its safe to put your feet down when swimming; further out as it gets deeper weed beds and rocky chunks of coral lurk beneath the water making it look midnight blue, and if you stand here be careful not to tread on sea slugs, sea urchins, star fish etc. However, this is the most interesting place for snorkelling and there is such a lot to see. Walking on Diani sand is like health spa for your feet, by the end of two weeks all the hard skin acquired from running around barefoot or in flip flops will have disappeared. Diani sand is also wonderful to play in, to make sandcastles and get buried in.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ESometimes a cocunut would fall off the tree, and sometimes we had to send someone up to knock one down. Hassani would cut them open with a panga so we could eat the sweet flesh. I still love the taste of coconut water.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EIn the 60s our cousins, the Smithes came with us to the coast - Paula and Martin, Auntie Irene and Uncle Gordon (if he was visiting from England) although he didn\u0027t much care for sunbathing or swimming in the sea!. Our friends the Moffats came too. They were Canadian and lived in Nyeri for about 3 years in the early 60s. We bought a catermeran with the Moffats and had great fun sailing it,\u00a0 Dad also made a canoe and a\u00a0 \u0027Mirror dinghy\u0027 sailing boat. 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From Nyeri we mostly visited the Northern Frontier Province, based around Isiolo (now part of Samburu Game Park) but we also went to Tsavo, Nairobi Game Park, the Masai Mara and Amboseli. Mum and Dad went to Murchison Falls in Uganda with the Cawleys when we were all away at school later in the 60s.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAt \u003Cstrong\u003EIsiolo\u003C\/strong\u003E in the early days we stayed in a camp on the \u003Cstrong\u003EUaso Nyiro\u003C\/strong\u003E river which consisted of a few \u0027Bandas\u0027 \u2013 mud huts with straw roofs and very basic facilities. We slept on camp beds and ate on the verandah while the cooking was done outside. We had to take all our own food and Hassani came with us to cook (other families brought their own cooks as well). We always went with friends which was fun; these included the Sommervilles, Cawleys, Moffats plus our cousins the Smithes. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWe would often wake up to find evidence that elephants had been in our camp while we slept; sleep would be disturbed by many animal sounds such as lions grunting but the smaller animals such as rock hyrax were often the noisiest. We were always up early: t\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003Eo be sure of seeing any animals we had to be on the road\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E by 6am for a long drive round the park \u0027game spotting\u0027 before returning to the camp for breakfast. The same routine each evening as the sun went down as most animals sleep during the heat of the day. Sometimes we would hire an Askari or guide to help us track down elusive lions or rhinos. They were usually local tribesmen who knew where to look and had excellent eyesight. As well as copious numbers of antelope, zebra, giraffe, monkeys and baboons, we regularly saw lion, cheetah, even a shy leopard, elephant by the score, rhino, buffalo, hippo, crocodile and more.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EFrom the top of a local landmark called \u003Cstrong\u003EArchers Post\u003C\/strong\u003E we would scan the park with binoculars and spot where the herds of elephants were heading, where the lions or rhino might be, then drive to the spot. The roads were very rough, a series of dusty switch backs full of pot holes and criss-crossed with dry riverbeds and sandy gullies, sometimes everyone except the driver had to get out of the car to avoid it grounding, or to push it out of the sand. Dad drove as close to the animals as he dared, even closer if we had an Askari in the car, taking his advice as to when to make a hasty retreat. You could get quite close if the wind was blowing your scent away from the animal. Mum would bravely walk towards animals with her cine camera. I remember being terrified when she was filming a rhino and kept begging her to get back in the car. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EIn the afternoons when it was scorching hot, Buffalo Springs was the place to be, this was an underground spring which had been blasted out by the army to create a clear deep pool which was perfect for swimming. No danger from game here, only the odd camel.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EWhile living at Kericho, \u003Cstrong\u003ETsavo\u003C\/strong\u003E was a convenient place to stop on the way to the coast, sometimes we stayed the night at one of the park lodges. 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I slept in the car because I was scared of all those animal noises in the night. My brother Mike dreamed of being a Game Warden and he enjoyed making a study of animal poo and matching it with up with their footprints or \u0027spoor\u0027. Our friends from Nairobi the Westwells came with us that time (see cine film below, which also highlights the state of the roads)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EAs well as overnighters we did lots of day trips to see wild life, often to \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003ENairobi Game\u003C\/strong\u003E \u003Cstrong\u003EPar\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003Ek, \u003C\/strong\u003Ethe\u0026nbsp; \u003Cstrong\u003EAnimal Orphanage\u003C\/strong\u003E where abandoned babies were raised and the \u003Cstrong\u003ESnake Park\u003C\/strong\u003E where you could lean over the wall and watch snakes trying to climb out of the pit, safe in the knowledge that they couldn\u0027t. 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Then there were the \u003Cstrong\u003ERift Valley Lakes - Naivasha, Nakuru and Natron \u003C\/strong\u003Ewhich were home to huge flocks of flamingos and trips to \u003Cstrong\u003EKisumu on Lake\u003C\/strong\u003E \u003Cstrong\u003EVictoria\u003C\/strong\u003E where crocodiles could sometimes be seen basking on the rocks.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003EI didn\u0027t go to \u003Cstrong\u003EAmboselli\u003C\/strong\u003E, another well known game park on the Kenya \/ Tanzania border, until 1981 when I was visiting my Dad in Kenya, with my husband,\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E son\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: Liberation Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-size: large;\u0022\u003E and sister. 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We had to take all our own food and Hassani came with us to cook (other families brought their own cooks as well). We always went with friends which was fun; these included the Sommervilles, Cawleys, Moffats plus our cousins the Smithes. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWe would often wake up to find evidence that elephants had been in our camp while we slept; sleep would be disturbed by many animal sounds such as lions grunting but the smaller animals such as rock hyrax were often the noisiest. We were always up early: t\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003Eo be sure of seeing any animals we had to be on the road\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E by 6am for a long drive round the park \u0027game spotting\u0027 before returning to the camp for breakfast. The same routine each evening as the sun went down as most animals sleep during the heat of the day. Sometimes we would hire an Askari or guide to help us track down elusive lions or rhinos. They were usually local tribesmen who knew where to look and had excellent eyesight. As well as copious numbers of antelope, zebra, giraffe, monkeys and baboons, we regularly saw lion, cheetah, even a shy leopard, elephant by the score, rhino, buffalo, hippo, crocodile and more.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EFrom the top of a local landmark called \u003Cstrong\u003EArchers Post\u003C\/strong\u003E we would scan the park with binoculars and spot where the herds of elephants were heading, where the lions or rhino might be, then drive to the spot. The roads were very rough, a series of dusty switch backs full of pot holes and criss-crossed with dry riverbeds and sandy gullies, sometimes everyone except the driver had to get out of the car to avoid it grounding, or to push it out of the sand. Dad drove as close to the animals as he dared, even closer if we had an Askari in the car, taking his advice as to when to make a hasty retreat. You could get quite close if the wind was blowing your scent away from the animal. Mum would bravely walk towards animals with her cine camera. I remember being terrified when she was filming a rhino and kept begging her to get back in the car. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn the afternoons when it was scorching hot, Buffalo Springs was the place to be, this was an underground spring which had been blasted out by the army to create a clear deep pool which was perfect for swimming. No danger from game here, only the odd camel.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhile living at Kericho, \u003Cstrong\u003ETsavo\u003C\/strong\u003E was a convenient place to stop on the way to the coast, sometimes we stayed the night at one of the park lodges. After driving round game spotting we would sit on the verandah having a lunch time or evening drink and watching the animals coming up to the water hole - a very civilised way to see them. \u003Cstrong\u003EMzima Springs\u003C\/strong\u003E, in Tsavo, was another wonderful place where there was a viewing room built under the water, where we watched thousands of talapia (fish) darted back and forth; if you were lucky you might even see a hippo swim by although mostly you saw them above the water line - dozens of nostrils poking out of the water and huge silhouettes just below the surface. 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Then there were the \u003Cstrong\u003ERift Valley Lakes - Naivasha, Nakuru and Natron \u003C\/strong\u003Ewhich were home to huge flocks of flamingos and trips to \u003Cstrong\u003EKisumu on Lake\u003C\/strong\u003E \u003Cstrong\u003EVictoria\u003C\/strong\u003E where crocodiles could sometimes be seen basking on the rocks.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI didn\u0027t go to \u003Cstrong\u003EAmboselli\u003C\/strong\u003E, another well known game park on the Kenya \/ Tanzania border, until 1981 when I was visiting my Dad in Kenya, with my husband,\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E son\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E and sister. 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Its 1968 and I am 18. My jacket is too small because I\u0027ve had it since I started school 5 years ago; I have put on a bit of weight since then - we are very well fed here at the \u201cHeifer Boma\u201d.\u0026nbsp; I wonder how many calories we consume each day? Since the age of 13 most of us have been wrestling with our weight ...... \u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EOur daily diet included :-\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E7.30 Breakfast - a selection of cereal, porridge, eggs, toast, french toast, \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003Etea or coffee. M\u003C\/span\u003Ey favourite breakfast is on Sunday when we have hard, ie rock hard, boiled eggs and toast. We make our own expresso by fiercely beating a teaspoon of instant coffee, a teaspoon of sugar with half a teaspoon of hot water to a white creamy paste; then fill the cup with boiling water, stir gently, add milk..... and sip slowly through the thick froth you have created.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E10.30 Break-time - we have cold milk and sandwiches\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E1.00 Lunch - a two course hot meal; my favourites are toad in the hole with gravy, and fish in cheese sauce; worst is salt beef and cabbage; yummiest puddings include fruit crumble and custard, spotted dick (also with custard) \u2013 worst are Tanganyika mud (choc mousse) and frogs eggs (semolina)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E4.00 Tea - bread and butter, plus jam, or \u0027sugar sandwiches\u0027 if feeling desperate. On Wednesdays we have cake.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E7.30 Finally supper, again 2 courses - yukkiest is dish water soup, yummiest is junket. No one else likes junket so I eat their share as well.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIt\u0027s not worth buying me a new jacket as we don\u0027t often wear them; we are supposed to wear them to chapel on Sunday but can get away without. They do have to be worn on Speech Day, once a year, or other rare special occasions. We also have a regulation grey felt hat \u2013 know as a \u0027potty\u0027 - its part of our Sunday best uniform but nobody ever wears this either. Amazingly\u0026nbsp; our regulation school uniform requirements cover two sides of A4, all of which has to be purchased from the school outfitters, Alibhai\u0027s of Nairobi. This is why our enormous grey bloomers are referred to as \u0027Alibhai Nylons\u0027 (we don\u0027t wear these either except when we have a period).\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ETo our daily classes we wear a grey flannel skirt with box pleats front and back, a white short sleeved cotton blouse, red and black striped tie \u2013 with a tie pin, a grey V neck jumper, white socks, brown lace up shoes.\u0026nbsp; If your hair is long enough to cover your collar then you must tie it up, even if that means a tiny bunch behind each ear,\u0026nbsp; agony if you are trying to grow your hair. For weekly gym lessons we change into black bloomers, with a stripe of our house colour down each side (mine is green), and a matching black vest. For games each evening we wear grey flannel divided skirts with a white aertex shirt, socks and \u201ctackies\u201d. Finally, after a bath we change for supper into \u201cchecks\u201d (gingham dresses). At least we have a choice of colour! Our weekend uniform is \u201cgreens\u201d - cotton divided skirts with matching blouse \u2013 all in the same regulation green colour. We are actually allowed to wear our own pyjamas though. Once you become a senior, form 4 and above, you are allowed to wear a straight skirt rather than pleated.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ESchool routine is also very rigid: the wake up bell goes at 6.50 and we must be lined up ready for inspection when the next bell goes at 7.20\u0026nbsp; - ie washed and dressed in all the proper uniform, with tidy hair, tie and tie pin on straight, clean short nails and a clean hanky.\u0026nbsp; At the sound of yet a further bell we walk, single file, across the Five Acre, and up the steps to the dining room for breakfast. After breakfast we go back to our boarding block (not in single file this time) to make our beds. Assembly is at 8.00 in the school hall (which doubles as the dining room) and classes start at 8.30 with a break at 10.30 and lunch at 1pm.\u0026nbsp; After lunch we have to go back to our boarding block for a half hour \u0027rest\u0027 - undressed and lying on the bed without talking, at 2pm classes resume followed by tea and games \u2013 netball, hockey or athletics \u2013 depending which term it is.\u0026nbsp; Swimming and tennis lessons take place during the day. At about 6.00 its back to the boarding house for a bath\/shower and to wash our smalls (the dhobi men won\u0027t wash these). Prep follows 7.30 supper, or \u0027rec\u0027 at weekends. Juniors do an hour of prep, we seniors do 2 hours. Teachers patrol the corridors during prep and a prefect supervises the junior classes - just to make sure no one talks when they should be working. Bed time varies by age - juniors at 8pm and seniors at 9, and there is a strict no talking after lights out rule \u2013 monitored by prefects, with punishment if caught in the act - usually being\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E made to stand in the corridor outside the dormitory with arms stretched out at shoulder height, until the prefect decides you can go back to bed.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EI am wearing a blue tie in this picture, which means I am a prefect \u2013 \u0027head of house\u0027 no less. How did this happen? Prefects are elected by house members so I must be quite popular?? Although I\u0027m not a natural disciplinarian its my responsibility to keep the rabble under control. Funny how memory of that word \u0027rabble\u0027 just popped onto the page, out of nowhere - this is how we refer to the juniors (13-14 year olds). Prefects are either \u0027red rags\u0027 or \u0027blue rags\u0027. Each house has four prefects, 3 red rags, who wear a red tie (instead of the red and black stripe), and a \u0027Head of House\u0027, who wears a blue tie. There are 12 Houses, two for day pupils and 10 for boarders, each named after a woman of notable achievement. I am in Beale House \u2013 the others are :- Kerby, Huxley, Nightingale, Northcote, Darling, Mortimer, Mitchell, Hamilton, Curie, Bronte, Baden-Powell. There is an annual inter-house competition based on games and academic performance and the winner gets the \u0027Cock House\u0027 Cup. For punishment we prefects can dish out \u0027order marks\u0027 (ordies) or the more serious \u0027conduct marks\u0027 (condies). Three order marks automatically result in a conduct mark. An order mark will require completion of certain tasks such as polishing the prefects\u0027 shoes, cleaning the chapel silver, collecting and \u0027de-backing\u0027 500+ stamps. A conduct mark means you will be gated ie you can\u0027t go out on shopping trips or Sunday exeats.\u0026nbsp; Order and Conduct marks are also counted in Cock House performance.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EI hope nobody is scared of me as a prefect, when I was rabble I was terrified of prefects; actually the whole school was a scary place to a shy 13 year old, I remember my first night there very clearly \u2026...\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIts Sunday evening, Mum and Dad have left, I\u0027ve dried my tears, unpacked my case, familiarised myself with the dorm and the other new girls, then we have to line up for supper. A bell rings and the line moves off, through the big glass door of my new home (Beale House), up some steps across the grassy area known as the Five Acre to the quad outside the dining room where our line merges with lines of girls from the other houses. In the growing darkness I can see more lines, some 500 girls from a crescent of 10 boarding houses each snaking in single file towards \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003Eoutside the dining hall. Then into the hall, each girl proceeding to stand beside one of the tables allocated to their house, waiting to sing Vespers. Each girl except me. Suddenly panic sets in \u2013 where has my \u0027house\u0027 gone? What happened to the girl in front of me? I don\u0027t recognise anyone and I don\u0027t know where to go. The sea of girls, all dressed in the same gingham checks, are sitting down to eat, with me standing there like a lemon. After what seems like an age (but is only a few minutes) I am rescued by one of my house prefects and led, crimson faced, to my table.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: FreeSans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ELooking this picture and the one of me aged 13, I think about the 6 intervening years. Its like 2 sides of a coin. On one side I am a \u0027well rounded individual\u0027, I have 8 GCSEs and will soon have 3 \u0027A\u0027 levels. I can swim, dive, play hockey, netball and tennis (although not well). I have developed friendships that will last me a lifetime and have the whole world at my feet. On the other side I am still shy and lacking in confidence; I was always just average at school, never top of the class, never picked for the house games teams, never developing any special talent. My name never appeared in the school magazine as having written a clever poem or interesting story or having received a school prize or heading up any of the myriad of clubs and societies, or taking a starring role in the school play. 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I came out with 3 \u0027A\u0027 Levels and several lifelong friends, a proper young lady", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Chead\u003E\u003Cmeta http-equiv=\u0022Content-Type\u0022 content=\u0022text\/html; charset=utf-8\u0022 \/\u003E\u003Cbody\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThis is me in my school uniform: it\u0027s my last year at school, the Kenya High School for Girls in Nairobi. Its 1968 and I am 18. My jacket is too small because I\u0027ve had it since I started school 5 years ago; I have put on a bit of weight since then - we are very well fed here at the \u201cHeifer Boma\u201d.\u00a0 I wonder how many calories we consume each day? Since the age of 13 most of us have been wrestling with our weight ...... \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EOur daily diet included :-\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E7.30 Breakfast - a selection of cereal, porridge, eggs, toast, french toast, \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003Etea or coffee. M\u003C\/span\u003Ey favourite breakfast is on Sunday when we have hard, ie rock hard, boiled eggs and toast. We make our own expresso by fiercely beating a teaspoon of instant coffee, a teaspoon of sugar with half a teaspoon of hot water to a white creamy paste; then fill the cup with boiling water, stir gently, add milk..... and sip slowly through the thick froth you have created.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E10.30 Break-time - we have cold milk and sandwiches\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E1.00 Lunch - a two course hot meal; my favourites are toad in the hole with gravy, and fish in cheese sauce; worst is salt beef and cabbage; yummiest puddings include fruit crumble and custard, spotted dick (also with custard) \u2013 worst are Tanganyika mud (choc mousse) and frogs eggs (semolina)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E4.00 Tea - bread and butter, plus jam, or \u0027sugar sandwiches\u0027 if feeling desperate. On Wednesdays we have cake.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E7.30 Finally supper, again 2 courses - yukkiest is dish water soup, yummiest is junket. No one else likes junket so I eat their share as well.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt\u0027s not worth buying me a new jacket as we don\u0027t often wear them; we are supposed to wear them to chapel on Sunday but can get away without. They do have to be worn on Speech Day, once a year, or other rare special occasions. We also have a regulation grey felt hat \u2013 know as a \u0027potty\u0027 - its part of our Sunday best uniform but nobody ever wears this either. Amazingly\u00a0 our regulation school uniform requirements cover two sides of A4, all of which has to be purchased from the school outfitters, Alibhai\u0027s of Nairobi. This is why our enormous grey bloomers are referred to as \u0027Alibhai Nylons\u0027 (we don\u0027t wear these either except when we have a period).\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ETo our daily classes we wear a grey flannel skirt with box pleats front and back, a white short sleeved cotton blouse, red and black striped tie \u2013 with a tie pin, a grey V neck jumper, white socks, brown lace up shoes.\u00a0 If your hair is long enough to cover your collar then you must tie it up, even if that means a tiny bunch behind each ear,\u00a0 agony if you are trying to grow your hair. For weekly gym lessons we change into black bloomers, with a stripe of our house colour down each side (mine is green), and a matching black vest. For games each evening we wear grey flannel divided skirts with a white aertex shirt, socks and \u201ctackies\u201d. Finally, after a bath we change for supper into \u201cchecks\u201d (gingham dresses). At least we have a choice of colour! Our weekend uniform is \u201cgreens\u201d - cotton divided skirts with matching blouse \u2013 all in the same regulation green colour. We are actually allowed to wear our own pyjamas though. Once you become a senior, form 4 and above, you are allowed to wear a straight skirt rather than pleated.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ESchool routine is also very rigid: the wake up bell goes at 6.50 and we must be lined up ready for inspection when the next bell goes at 7.20\u00a0 - ie washed and dressed in all the proper uniform, with tidy hair, tie and tie pin on straight, clean short nails and a clean hanky.\u00a0 At the sound of yet a further bell we walk, single file, across the Five Acre, and up the steps to the dining room for breakfast. After breakfast we go back to our boarding block (not in single file this time) to make our beds. Assembly is at 8.00 in the school hall (which doubles as the dining room) and classes start at 8.30 with a break at 10.30 and lunch at 1pm.\u00a0 After lunch we have to go back to our boarding block for a half hour \u0027rest\u0027 - undressed and lying on the bed without talking, at 2pm classes resume followed by tea and games \u2013 netball, hockey or athletics \u2013 depending which term it is.\u00a0 Swimming and tennis lessons take place during the day. At about 6.00 its back to the boarding house for a bath\/shower and to wash our smalls (the dhobi men won\u0027t wash these). Prep follows 7.30 supper, or \u0027rec\u0027 at weekends. Juniors do an hour of prep, we seniors do 2 hours. Teachers patrol the corridors during prep and a prefect supervises the junior classes - just to make sure no one talks when they should be working. Bed time varies by age - juniors at 8pm and seniors at 9, and there is a strict no talking after lights out rule \u2013 monitored by prefects, with punishment if caught in the act - usually being\u003Cspan\u003E made to stand in the corridor outside the dormitory with arms stretched out at shoulder height, until the prefect decides you can go back to bed.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI am wearing a blue tie in this picture, which means I am a prefect \u2013 \u0027head of house\u0027 no less. How did this happen? Prefects are elected by house members so I must be quite popular?? Although I\u0027m not a natural disciplinarian its my responsibility to keep the rabble under control. Funny how memory of that word \u0027rabble\u0027 just popped onto the page, out of nowhere - this is how we refer to the juniors (13-14 year olds). Prefects are either \u0027red rags\u0027 or \u0027blue rags\u0027. Each house has four prefects, 3 red rags, who wear a red tie (instead of the red and black stripe), and a \u0027Head of House\u0027, who wears a blue tie. There are 12 Houses, two for day pupils and 10 for boarders, each named after a woman of notable achievement. I am in Beale House \u2013 the others are :- Kerby, Huxley, Nightingale, Northcote, Darling, Mortimer, Mitchell, Hamilton, Curie, Bronte, Baden-Powell. There is an annual inter-house competition based on games and academic performance and the winner gets the \u0027Cock House\u0027 Cup. For punishment we prefects can dish out \u0027order marks\u0027 (ordies) or the more serious \u0027conduct marks\u0027 (condies). Three order marks automatically result in a conduct mark. An order mark will require completion of certain tasks such as polishing the prefects\u0027 shoes, cleaning the chapel silver, collecting and \u0027de-backing\u0027 500+ stamps. A conduct mark means you will be gated ie you can\u0027t go out on shopping trips or Sunday exeats.\u00a0 Order and Conduct marks are also counted in Cock House performance.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI hope nobody is scared of me as a prefect, when I was rabble I was terrified of prefects; actually the whole school was a scary place to a shy 13 year old, I remember my first night there very clearly \u2026...\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u00a0\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIts Sunday evening, Mum and Dad have left, I\u0027ve dried my tears, unpacked my case, familiarised myself with the dorm and the other new girls, then we have to line up for supper. A bell rings and the line moves off, through the big glass door of my new home (Beale House), up some steps across the grassy area known as the Five Acre to the quad outside the dining room where our line merges with lines of girls from the other houses. In the growing darkness I can see more lines, some 500 girls from a crescent of 10 boarding houses each snaking in single file towards \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan\u003Eoutside the dining hall. Then into the hall, each girl proceeding to stand beside one of the tables allocated to their house, waiting to sing Vespers. Each girl except me. Suddenly panic sets in \u2013 where has my \u0027house\u0027 gone? What happened to the girl in front of me? I don\u0027t recognise anyone and I don\u0027t know where to go. The sea of girls, all dressed in the same gingham checks, are sitting down to eat, with me standing there like a lemon. After what seems like an age (but is only a few minutes) I am rescued by one of my house prefects and led, crimson faced, to my table.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ELooking this picture and the one of me aged 13, I think about the 6 intervening years. Its like 2 sides of a coin. On one side I am a \u0027well rounded individual\u0027, I have 8 GCSEs and will soon have 3 \u0027A\u0027 levels. I can swim, dive, play hockey, netball and tennis (although not well). I have developed friendships that will last me a lifetime and have the whole world at my feet. On the other side I am still shy and lacking in confidence; I was always just average at school, never top of the class, never picked for the house games teams, never developing any special talent. My name never appeared in the school magazine as having written a clever poem or interesting story or having received a school prize or heading up any of the myriad of clubs and societies, or taking a starring role in the school play. And within a year of leaving school I was pregnant \u2013 but that\u0027s another story.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022caption caption-center\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022caption-width-container\u0022 style=\u0022width: auto;\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022caption-inner\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-video image-style-panopoly-image-video media-element file-default media-youtube-14\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u0022Jan in school uniform\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/pPhB2WpSGIs?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u0022Jan in school uniform\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u0022Jan in school uniform\u0022\u003EVideo of Jan in school uniform\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003Eshowing off my new uniform to Janet Moffat, getting ready to start at Kenya High School in 1962\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-video image-style-panopoly-image-video media-element file-default media-youtube-15\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u00221965 ish hockey festival at KHS\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/7T_w2BuvLdg?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u00221965 ish hockey festival at KHS\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u00221965 ish hockey festival at KHS\u0022\u003EVideo of 1965 ish hockey festival at KHS\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThis short one min film was taken during the hockey festival in about 1965 and which gives an idea of what the school was like, and the uniform,\u00a0 although it mainly shows the hockey pitches.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media media-element-container media-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022media-youtube-video panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-default media-youtube-16\u0022\u003E\n \u003Ciframe class=\u0022media-youtube-player\u0022 width=\u0022535\u0022 height=\u0022400\u0022 title=\u002220 secs KHS\u0022 src=\u0022https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/DKvTe5fY7jo?wmode=opaque\u0026amp;controls=\u0026amp;modestbranding=1\u0026amp;rel=0\u0022 name=\u002220 secs KHS\u0022 frameborder=\u00220\u0022 allowfullscreen=\u0022\u0022 id=\u002220 secs KHS\u0022\u003EVideo of 20 secs KHS\u003C\/iframe\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field field-name-field-basic-image-caption field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden view-mode-default\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-items\u0022\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\u0022field-item even\u0022\u003E\u003Cp\u003EA few seconds showing the Kenya High School \u0027campus\u0027 during an open day or speech day\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003C\/body\u003E", + "safe_summary": "I was a boarder at the Kenya High School for Girls, aka the \u0022Heifer Boma\u0022, for 6 years from 1963 to 1968 ... what an experience!! 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Underneath I\u0027m wearing denim jeans with frayed bell bottoms, the latest fashion. As I sit with my knees tucked up under my jumper I continue the fraying process. The boat chugs serenely down the canal, Dad and Uncle Gordon are taking turns at the helm; I\u0027m oblivious to what other family members are doing. It\u0027s summertime so naturally it\u0027s raining, well drizzling really, but I\u0027m still crouched here pulling threads; all this calm and quiet is a bit boring for a 15 year old. Rufus, the dog, is also bored but dealing with it in a different way, pacing up and down the deck, what there is of it. He has already fallen in once, we had to moor up and drag him up the bank by his collar, a soggy bundle of black fur, but it did relieve the tedium for a moment.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EMy Dad is on leave in the UK and we are taking a holiday with my cousins (on my Mum\u0027s side), on a canal boat somewhere in Oxfordshire. Nine of us and a scatty black labrador. My brother and sister and two cousins are much younger than me so no company for me at all. I have to admit though that the countryside is fascinating, so green compared to Kenya, and the only wild animals are cows. I\u0027ve never seen a canal before, the boats have to be really narrow and even then passing can be a tight squeeze. We move along at snails pace so I can can take in everything that\u0027s happening around me, not much in fact. Actually the locks are fun. We all jump off and run up the tow path to the lock or watch Dad and Gordon wrestling with ropes and bumping the boat through the narrow opening; we all try to help \u2013 by holding the rope to keep the boat still while its in the lock. We help the lock keeper push the gates closed then he turns the handle opening the sluices to let water in or out. Its a race then to get back on board before the boat leaves the lock. Sometimes there are several locks, one after another and then we\u0027re all exhausted. Next week we\u0027ll be on the river, I wonder what that\u0027ll be like.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EThe Thames is huge compared to the canal and there are lots of boats \u2013 more like proper boats than our narrow boat and much more manoeuvrable, they\u0027re everywhere, moored up on the river bank or buzzing up and down. So much activity compared to the calm of the canal; the sun may be shining now, but I\u0027m not taking my jumper off \u2013 its not as warm as I\u0027m used to. There don\u0027t seem to be many locks on the river but there are lots of towns and villages, more interesting places to stop.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIts early in the morning and we\u0027ve been moored up overnight close to a lovely green grassy area with trees, I am taking a break from fraying my jeans and eating some breakfast. My brother Mike and my cousin Martin have taken Rufus for a run ashore. All of a sudden Mike comes running back towards the boat shouting for help, he seems really frightened and agitated. \u201cWhat\u0027s happened?\u201d we cry in unison. \u201cMart has fallen out of the tree, he\u0027s hurt badly\u201d. We all hurry after him, following the sound of Martin\u0027s howls. Luckily its not too far as the poor boy has broken his arm. Well, we didn\u0027t know that right away but a few hours later and following a ride in an ambulance my aunt and uncle returned with Martin proudly clutching a freshly plastered arm encased in a sling. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ELater that day, when everyone has calmed down, we resume our journey down the river for an uneventful few days till we return to our cousins\u0027 home in Beckenham. 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In 1965 they spent two weeks on the Oxfordshire canal in a narrowboat and in 1967 they spent a week on the canal and then a week on the Thames in a river boat.", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIt is 1965 and I am Fifteen (This is a fictional but memory based composite story of both holidays written during a creative writing course)\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EI have a favourite jumper: navy blue with narrow white stripes around the bottom edge, baggy enough to pull down over my knees as I sit on the roof of the canal boat. Underneath I\u0027m wearing denim jeans with frayed bell bottoms, the latest fashion. As I sit with my knees tucked up under my jumper I continue the fraying process. The boat chugs serenely down the canal, Dad and Uncle Gordon are taking turns at the helm; I\u0027m oblivious to what other family members are doing. It\u0027s summertime so naturally it\u0027s raining, well drizzling really, but I\u0027m still crouched here pulling threads; all this calm and quiet is a bit boring for a 15 year old. Rufus, the dog, is also bored but dealing with it in a different way, pacing up and down the deck, what there is of it. He has already fallen in once, we had to moor up and drag him up the bank by his collar, a soggy bundle of black fur, but it did relieve the tedium for a moment.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMy Dad is on leave in the UK and we are taking a holiday with my cousins (on my Mum\u0027s side), on a canal boat somewhere in Oxfordshire. Nine of us and a scatty black labrador. My brother and sister and two cousins are much younger than me so no company for me at all. I have to admit though that the countryside is fascinating, so green compared to Kenya, and the only wild animals are cows. I\u0027ve never seen a canal before, the boats have to be really narrow and even then passing can be a tight squeeze. We move along at snails pace so I can can take in everything that\u0027s happening around me, not much in fact. Actually the locks are fun. We all jump off and run up the tow path to the lock or watch Dad and Gordon wrestling with ropes and bumping the boat through the narrow opening; we all try to help \u2013 by holding the rope to keep the boat still while its in the lock. We help the lock keeper push the gates closed then he turns the handle opening the sluices to let water in or out. Its a race then to get back on board before the boat leaves the lock. Sometimes there are several locks, one after another and then we\u0027re all exhausted. Next week we\u0027ll be on the river, I wonder what that\u0027ll be like.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EThe Thames is huge compared to the canal and there are lots of boats \u2013 more like proper boats than our narrow boat and much more manoeuvrable, they\u0027re everywhere, moored up on the river bank or buzzing up and down. So much activity compared to the calm of the canal; the sun may be shining now, but I\u0027m not taking my jumper off \u2013 its not as warm as I\u0027m used to. There don\u0027t seem to be many locks on the river but there are lots of towns and villages, more interesting places to stop.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIts early in the morning and we\u0027ve been moored up overnight close to a lovely green grassy area with trees, I am taking a break from fraying my jeans and eating some breakfast. My brother Mike and my cousin Martin have taken Rufus for a run ashore. All of a sudden Mike comes running back towards the boat shouting for help, he seems really frightened and agitated. \u201cWhat\u0027s happened?\u201d we cry in unison. \u201cMart has fallen out of the tree, he\u0027s hurt badly\u201d. We all hurry after him, following the sound of Martin\u0027s howls. Luckily its not too far as the poor boy has broken his arm. Well, we didn\u0027t know that right away but a few hours later and following a ride in an ambulance my aunt and uncle returned with Martin proudly clutching a freshly plastered arm encased in a sling. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ELater that day, when everyone has calmed down, we resume our journey down the river for an uneventful few days till we return to our cousins\u0027 home in Beckenham. 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Just two parallel streets of terraced houses \u2013 Ramsay Street and School street, leading down to the colliery \/ pit where most of the men worked, including Grandpa. Each house was a \u0027two up, two down\u0027 with a back yard containing the toilet and coal shed. There was no bathroom, Grandpa got washed in a tin bath in the scullery, filled by kettles of hot water from the range. No tin bath for us visitors though, we popped went over to the next village \u2013 Metal Bridge \u2013 where my Aunt Nell and Uncle Dave now had an indoor bathroom. As well as a bathroom they also had a Telly, what a luxury! I remember watching Andy Pandy, the Flowerpot Men, Rag Tag and Bobtail and the Woodentops. There were no local shops in Tursdale so, apart from bus rides to Coxhoe or Ferryhill, Granny bought most of her groceries from mobile shops. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003ETheir house was quite small and Granny preferred that we children played outside, this was ok for me and Mike but Kathy was not too happy and had to make do with setting up her toy oven in the back yard. I made friends with Shirley Hutchison who lived next door at number 61 Ramsay St and she would stand by the back gate calling \u0027Jaaaanet\u0027 until I came out. Then we would go off down the allotments, try and climb the pit heap or sit on the \u0027netty tops\u0027 (the roofs of the outside toilets) watching the world go by. Once we camped out in the field below the village and when we were older Shirley took me to my first dance \/ disco in Bowburn Village Hall, which was very exciting. Us girls danced and the guys walked round the edge of the dance floor deciding who they wanted to \u0027get off with\u0027 when the dance ended. Sometimes we would call for Pauline Lovatt as well and there are pictures of the three of us on the beach at Redcar. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EMy Granny made the most amazing Yorkshire puddings - the size of dinner plates, which were eaten before the roast beef was served. She also served up a wonderful \u0027high tea\u0027 when the rest of the family came to visit while we were home. Visitors included Uncle Jack and Auntie Sylvia, who lived in Morpeth, with our cousins Tony and Rosemary; Uncle Charlie and Auntie Madge who lived in Loftus. Then there was Uncle Don, Dad\u0027s youngest brother who was still living at home with his Mum, our Granny, and our Auntie Ellen, a nurse who lived mainly in Cambridge. We sometimes visited her when we were in the south. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EMore wonderful high teas resulted from Madge and Charlie inviting us to Loftus, plus Jack and Sylvia inviting us to Morpeth, and Great Uncle Jack and Aunt Doris inviting us to tea in Tudhoe Village, near Ferryhill. We also went on picnics and outings to places such as High Force waterfall on the Tees, Hadrian\u0027s Wall, Redcar beach, Durham Cathedral and in 1960 we went to the Durham Miners Gala, or the \u0027Durham Big Meeting\u0027. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003EAfter Grandpa died Granny and Don moved \u2013 first to Witton Gilbert, still in county Durham, then to Wylam in Northumberland. Other family members stayed where they were. We still continued to visit them regularly but I don\u0027t have such lasting memories as I do of Tursdale. Dad took me back to Tursdale in the 1990s and showed us the Working Men\u0027s Club where Grandpa used to go for a few beers, much to his Methodist family\u0027s disapproval. I went back there again last year (2014) and although Ramsay Street is still there, all the houses have been modernised and I had difficulty in identifying number 62. I spoke to a lady who had lived there for 40 years, she remembered Shirley but didn\u0027t remember my Granny, Mrs Stokoe. I took some photos of Tursdale and Metal Bridge, which hadn\u0027t changed very much.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EIn 1964 Stan and Charlie bought a garage together in Loftus, Charlie was manager while Stan was still in Kenya and Trevor Harding was in charge of car repairs. They also employed several local ladies to serve petrol and for a while were an agent selling SAAB cars. Trevor took over as manager when Charlie died and Stan joined him to help run the garage when he left Kenya in 1984. 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As she had never married or had any children of her own Auntie Elsie found it a bit overwhelming to have a family of 5 descend on her, but she always made us very welcome. She had a beautiful garden, her pride and joy, which was a great space for us to play in and there were parks nearby. We also stayed with Mum\u0027s sister Irene (Smithe) and her family \u2013 husband Gordon and our cousins Paula and Martin, especially after they built themselves a lovely big house in Shortlands, near Beckenham. Mum had a brother as well \u2013 Geoffrey - he and his wife Daisy and son Matthew also lived in Bickley and we often went there for tea, or for a Chinese take away.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EStaying in Bromley and Beckenham gave us access to sight seeing in London and over the years we did it all: Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London, Crown Jewels, Trafalgar Square, all the Museums, Madame Tussauds and the rest. When I was 16 my Mum took me shopping in Carnaby Street and bought me lots of trendy clothes, including a fab dress made of newspaper \u2013 well not real newspaper but that stuff that is a cross between paper and fabric, not washable though! She also took me to see the Beatles film Help, but that was in Sunderland I think.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;\u0022\u003E\u003Cspan style=\u0022font-family: DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;\u0022\u003EWhile we were home on leave we did two canal boat holidays with our cousins \u2013 the Smithes \u2013 in 1965 we did two weeks on the Oxfordshire canals starting from Abingdon, and in 1967 we did a week on the canals followed by a week on the River Thames. I have done a separate story\/pictures on these adventures.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "Despite living in Kenya for 20 years the Stokoes never lost touch with their English roots and returned every 2 to 3 years to visit family and friends. Stan\u0027s family was based in the north of England, in county Durham, while Muriel\u0027s family lived in the south, mainly in Kent \/ greater London \u2013 so leave was split between the two. These memories and photos are from visits during the 60s", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cstrong\u003EOur family in the North\u003C\/strong\u003E \u2013\u003Cspan\u003E My Dad\u0027s parents, Granny and Grandpa Stokoe, lived in Tursdale, a small mining village near Durham. Just two parallel streets of terraced houses \u2013 Ramsay Street and School street, leading down to the colliery \/ pit where most of the men worked, including Grandpa. Each house was a \u0027two up, two down\u0027 with a back yard containing the toilet and coal shed. There was no bathroom, Grandpa got washed in a tin bath in the scullery, filled by kettles of hot water from the range. No tin bath for us visitors though, we popped went over to the next village \u2013 Metal Bridge \u2013 where my Aunt Nell and Uncle Dave now had an indoor bathroom. As well as a bathroom they also had a Telly, what a luxury! I remember watching Andy Pandy, the Flowerpot Men, Rag Tag and Bobtail and the Woodentops. There were no local shops in Tursdale so, apart from bus rides to Coxhoe or Ferryhill, Granny bought most of her groceries from mobile shops. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003ETheir house was quite small and Granny preferred that we children played outside, this was ok for me and Mike but Kathy was not too happy and had to make do with setting up her toy oven in the back yard. I made friends with Shirley Hutchison who lived next door at number 61 Ramsay St and she would stand by the back gate calling \u0027Jaaaanet\u0027 until I came out. Then we would go off down the allotments, try and climb the pit heap or sit on the \u0027netty tops\u0027 (the roofs of the outside toilets) watching the world go by. Once we camped out in the field below the village and when we were older Shirley took me to my first dance \/ disco in Bowburn Village Hall, which was very exciting. Us girls danced and the guys walked round the edge of the dance floor deciding who they wanted to \u0027get off with\u0027 when the dance ended. Sometimes we would call for Pauline Lovatt as well and there are pictures of the three of us on the beach at Redcar. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMy Granny made the most amazing Yorkshire puddings - the size of dinner plates, which were eaten before the roast beef was served. She also served up a wonderful \u0027high tea\u0027 when the rest of the family came to visit while we were home. Visitors included Uncle Jack and Auntie Sylvia, who lived in Morpeth, with our cousins Tony and Rosemary; Uncle Charlie and Auntie Madge who lived in Loftus. Then there was Uncle Don, Dad\u0027s youngest brother who was still living at home with his Mum, our Granny, and our Auntie Ellen, a nurse who lived mainly in Cambridge. We sometimes visited her when we were in the south. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EMore wonderful high teas resulted from Madge and Charlie inviting us to Loftus, plus Jack and Sylvia inviting us to Morpeth, and Great Uncle Jack and Aunt Doris inviting us to tea in Tudhoe Village, near Ferryhill. We also went on picnics and outings to places such as High Force waterfall on the Tees, Hadrian\u0027s Wall, Redcar beach, Durham Cathedral and in 1960 we went to the Durham Miners Gala, or the \u0027Durham Big Meeting\u0027. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EAfter Grandpa died Granny and Don moved \u2013 first to Witton Gilbert, still in county Durham, then to Wylam in Northumberland. Other family members stayed where they were. We still continued to visit them regularly but I don\u0027t have such lasting memories as I do of Tursdale. Dad took me back to Tursdale in the 1990s and showed us the Working Men\u0027s Club where Grandpa used to go for a few beers, much to his Methodist family\u0027s disapproval. I went back there again last year (2014) and although Ramsay Street is still there, all the houses have been modernised and I had difficulty in identifying number 62. I spoke to a lady who had lived there for 40 years, she remembered Shirley but didn\u0027t remember my Granny, Mrs Stokoe. I took some photos of Tursdale and Metal Bridge, which hadn\u0027t changed very much.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EIn 1964 Stan and Charlie bought a garage together in Loftus, Charlie was manager while Stan was still in Kenya and Trevor Harding was in charge of car repairs. They also employed several local ladies to serve petrol and for a while were an agent selling SAAB cars. Trevor took over as manager when Charlie died and Stan joined him to help run the garage when he left Kenya in 1984. 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As she had never married or had any children of her own Auntie Elsie found it a bit overwhelming to have a family of 5 descend on her, but she always made us very welcome. She had a beautiful garden, her pride and joy, which was a great space for us to play in and there were parks nearby. We also stayed with Mum\u0027s sister Irene (Smithe) and her family \u2013 husband Gordon and our cousins Paula and Martin, especially after they built themselves a lovely big house in Shortlands, near Beckenham. Mum had a brother as well \u2013 Geoffrey - he and his wife Daisy and son Matthew also lived in Bickley and we often went there for tea, or for a Chinese take away.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EStaying in Bromley and Beckenham gave us access to sight seeing in London and over the years we did it all: Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London, Crown Jewels, Trafalgar Square, all the Museums, Madame Tussauds and the rest. When I was 16 my Mum took me shopping in Carnaby Street and bought me lots of trendy clothes, including a fab dress made of newspaper \u2013 well not real newspaper but that stuff that is a cross between paper and fabric, not washable though! She also took me to see the Beatles film Help, but that was in Sunderland I think.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cspan\u003EWhile we were home on leave we did two canal boat holidays with our cousins \u2013 the Smithes \u2013 in 1965 we did two weeks on the Oxfordshire canals starting from Abingdon, and in 1967 we did a week on the canals followed by a week on the River Thames. I have done a separate story\/pictures on these adventures.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "safe_summary": "Despite living in Kenya for 20 years the Stokoes never lost touch with their English roots and returned every 2 to 3 years to visit family and friends. 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Muriel had stopped calling herself Mimi now because she could say Muriel nicely and didn\u0027t want to be called a baby.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThey all went to school for a long long time and learned to read and write and draw, so that they could read lots of lovely stories in their own books and draw pictures and write letters to their friends, just like you will some day soon and like Mummy and Daddy do now.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter a long time Geoffrey and Muriel and Irene became really grown up people and had to learn lots more things besides reading, writing and drawing, how to make things like Daddy and how to sew and cook and paint pictures like Mummy and ever so many other things that grown up people do.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAll the time that Muriel was growing up in a big city called London, there was a little boy called Stan growing up in another place. One day Muriel\u0027s Daddy and Mummy went to live in a place called Loughborough and Stan also went there to learn how to make nice furniture and other things and to play football with the other boys.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EOne day Stan said to Muriel \u201cWill you come for a walk with me\u201d and after that they often went for walks together, till one day Stan asked Muriel to stay with him always and live with him. But first he said he must go a long way across the sea to a place called Nairobi in Africa and find a nice little house for them to live in. So he went off in a big aeroplane and left Muriel behind with her Mummy. While he was away a lovely little baby came to Muriel. As soon as she could she took the little baby on a big ship and sailed away to Africa to find Stan so that he could be a real Daddy to her, and they called her Janet.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EStan and Muriel loved Janet very much and bought her lots of lovely things and they all lived together in a nice house with a lovely garden. One day they will take Janet across the sea and show her where they lived when they were little, where all the people they love and left behind are waiting to see Janet.\u0022\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "This little story was written for baby Janet by her \u0027Grandma Hunt\u0027, aka Minnie, in around 1951\/2. 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Geoffrey had a toy train which went along on lines, just like the real train you went on to the sea, only very little.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EMimi had a dollies pram and a little house for all the very small dollies to live in, with beds and tables and chairs. She also had some cups and saucers and plates and she and her little sister, Irene, used to give all the dollies and teddies their tea in the garden very often. They used to have their own tea in the garden too and Pat, the dog, had his saucer of real tea and Binkie had his saucer of milk too.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ESometimes they all went to the seaside with their Mummy and Daddy and played in the sand and splashed in the water. They enjoyed it very much and soon learned to swim. When they grew a little bigger they all went to school. First Geoffrey went with his pencils and crayons and his school satchel, like Bill\u0027s, and then Muriel and at last Irene. Muriel had stopped calling herself Mimi now because she could say Muriel nicely and didn\u0027t want to be called a baby.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThey all went to school for a long long time and learned to read and write and draw, so that they could read lots of lovely stories in their own books and draw pictures and write letters to their friends, just like you will some day soon and like Mummy and Daddy do now.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAfter a long time Geoffrey and Muriel and Irene became really grown up people and had to learn lots more things besides reading, writing and drawing, how to make things like Daddy and how to sew and cook and paint pictures like Mummy and ever so many other things that grown up people do.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EAll the time that Muriel was growing up in a big city called London, there was a little boy called Stan growing up in another place. 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Their vital importance has been lost sight of, and there is now in every trade a shortage of skilled labour , and standardisation will soon have no craftsmen to direct and refresh its production. The scarcity has become acute, owing to the unwillingness of the younger generation to apprentice themselves and learn a trade. They are afraid that skilled craftsmen will ultimately be pushed out of the labour market by machinery, and prefer to earn, immediately on leaving school, the easier money obtained in juvenile employment. This situation would not arise if people realised that craftsmen and factories do not work in opposition to one another, but that the efforts of both combined are necessary to modern development. The factory\u0027s primary function is to produce,the craftsman\u0027s to create; the factory must emulate the work of the craftsman, the latter must ensure a high standard of style and execution.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWith these considerations in view, Mr Michaelis decided to form a Training School, and in order that it might not depend on one man alone, nor its continuance be jeopardised in the event of any accident to himself, he formed a Trust, with himself and Mr E. Bullock as Trustees, to administer and direct its affairs. The Trust which is registered as the \u201cRycotewood Trust\u201d, has a guaranteed income for eight years. The Trustees have decide to train boys to be cabinet makers, as they believe the lack of skilled men will prove fatal to the furniture trade, and are certain that any who have been able to take advantage of a thorough training will be in a strong position.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe School is situated in the wing of the late poor law Institution at Tame, Oxfordshire, bought by Mr Michaelis, and now known as Rycotewood. The Trust rent these premises from Mr Michaelis at a nominal rent, together with the grounds. It is proposed to take eight boys each year, thus at the beginning of the fourth year there will be 32, which will be the maximum number. It the enterprise is a success the next the batch taken at the beginning of the fifth year will be guaranteed four years training, as will all subsequent batches, and the income of the Trust will be concurrently guaranteed. The boys will be taken in at the age of 14 to 16, and will be drawn mostly from the large towns, special consideration being given to the depressed areas, but should any parent wish to send their boy, he will not be refused, provided that the Trustees consider him suitable, and there is a vacancy.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe boys will be taken entirely free of charge, being housed, clothed, fed and trained at the expense of the Trust, and pocket money will be given them, based on their skill, hard work, and the length of time they have been at the School. If is is discovered that any boy has no aptitude for the career he has chosen to take up , and it is believed, after a protracted trial, that he will never become a good craftsman, then the boy and his parents will be consulted as to what trade he would like to follow, and if at all possible training in this trade will be provided for him, under the same conditions. This will only happen if the boy has proved himself worthy of this special consideration by his previous diligence,and if it is considered that he will make good in the new line he has chosen, No trouble will be spared in finding the boys jobs at the termination of their training. In two years\u0027 time a hand- made furniture factory will be started, completely independent from the school, but in which the boys will be able to find a job during the interim between the completion of their training and their finding a situation, should this be necessary.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe main buildings at Rycotewood lie in the shape of a capital H, consisting of two wings three stories high, joined by a building of two stories. The boys will be accommodated in the southern of these two wings, and half of the two-storied buildings joining them. In the southern wing there will be two dormitories on the top floor, each accommodating 8 boys, in which they will sleep for the first two years; a bath room, consisting of one bath and two showers, is situated in between. For their last two years they will each have a small bed-sitting room, which will be on the first floor, where there is similar washing accommodation. The ground floor will be given over to workshops, of which there will be three. In the two-storied building there will be an open air workshop and further bed-sitting rooms. The dining room will be next to the open air workshop, with the recreation and reading rooms above it.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe day will start with breakfast at 7.30. At 8.30 they will begin work in the workshops and continue until 12.30. Dinner will be at 12.45, and there will be a recreation period in the afternoon in the afternoon until 3.15, when they will again work in workshops until 4.45. Three afternoons a week will be set aside for technical drawing and designing, and will be increased according to the aptitude of the boys and as the advance of their training makes it necessary. Wood-carving will be taught as a side-line, and if any boy has a particular aptitude he will be encouraged to take up and become proficient in this line. Tea will be at 5 o\u0027clock. From 5.45 until 7.30 will be devoted to their general education. Supper will be at 7.45 and the boys will be in bed at 8.45. As the boys grow older, an extra hour will be put in after supper and this will also be devoted to their general education. There will be a half-day on Saturday from 12 o\u0027clock onwards, and an evening off on Wednesdays. The boys will get a week\u0027s holiday at Christmas and Easter, and a fortnight in the late Summer. Out-door sports will be encouraged and facilities provided for them, as also for gym and physical training.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETheir woodwork training will be in the hands of Mr AG Hussey, who was apprenticed at the age of 13 to a wood-carver and cabinet maker in Maidenhead. After 5 years apprenticeship he worked in Oxford as a wood-carver for a year, and had a year in the same line at Exeter. After this he carried on his own business as a cabinet maker for three years, and during this time was instructor in wood-craft under the Buckinghamshire County Council, holding two evening classes a week. He then went to Western Collier Ltd, of Henley with whom he spent 33 years, and came straight from there to take up his present appointment. Mrs Harley, who nursed in hospitals in France and England during the Great War, and has lately been an Instructress to the LCC and LCVO, has been appointed Matron and will be in charge of their medical well-being.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp style=\u0022margin-bottom: 0cm;\u0022 class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe aim of the school is to turn out men, with a healthy outlook on life and its responsibilities, to become good and useful citizens, with a technical training that will enable them to obtain jobs as first-class improvers, and having gained experience to become foremen and master craftsmen. I the school accomplishes this it will fulfil the ideal which prompted its formation. There are bound to be difficulties and disappointments, and although the guiding principals will remain the same, innovations both in administration and training may have to be introduced as time and experience alone can tell, and the Trustees will welcome any helpful suggestions that may be made with regard to the scheme.\u201d\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "\u0022Rycotewood School\u0022 changed the course of Stan Stokoe\u0027s life (see Stan\u0027s Story). These details have been copied from an original booklet published by the Trustees. The school was founded in 1938 and continues to this day in the form of the Rycotewood Furniture Centre and provides training courses at Oxford and Cherwell Valley College.", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u201cSince the War industry has become more and more standardised,and comparatively unskilled labour, with the help of machinery, has replaced the former craftsman and his apprentices, who were proud of maintaining the high standard of old traditions, and were responsible for creating new ones. Their vital importance has been lost sight of, and there is now in every trade a shortage of skilled labour , and standardisation will soon have no craftsmen to direct and refresh its production. The scarcity has become acute, owing to the unwillingness of the younger generation to apprentice themselves and learn a trade. They are afraid that skilled craftsmen will ultimately be pushed out of the labour market by machinery, and prefer to earn, immediately on leaving school, the easier money obtained in juvenile employment. This situation would not arise if people realised that craftsmen and factories do not work in opposition to one another, but that the efforts of both combined are necessary to modern development. The factory\u0027s primary function is to produce,the craftsman\u0027s to create; the factory must emulate the work of the craftsman, the latter must ensure a high standard of style and execution.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EWith these considerations in view, Mr Michaelis decided to form a Training School, and in order that it might not depend on one man alone, nor its continuance be jeopardised in the event of any accident to himself, he formed a Trust, with himself and Mr E. Bullock as Trustees, to administer and direct its affairs. The Trust which is registered as the \u201cRycotewood Trust\u201d, has a guaranteed income for eight years. The Trustees have decide to train boys to be cabinet makers, as they believe the lack of skilled men will prove fatal to the furniture trade, and are certain that any who have been able to take advantage of a thorough training will be in a strong position.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe School is situated in the wing of the late poor law Institution at Tame, Oxfordshire, bought by Mr Michaelis, and now known as Rycotewood. The Trust rent these premises from Mr Michaelis at a nominal rent, together with the grounds. It is proposed to take eight boys each year, thus at the beginning of the fourth year there will be 32, which will be the maximum number. It the enterprise is a success the next the batch taken at the beginning of the fifth year will be guaranteed four years training, as will all subsequent batches, and the income of the Trust will be concurrently guaranteed. The boys will be taken in at the age of 14 to 16, and will be drawn mostly from the large towns, special consideration being given to the depressed areas, but should any parent wish to send their boy, he will not be refused, provided that the Trustees consider him suitable, and there is a vacancy.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe boys will be taken entirely free of charge, being housed, clothed, fed and trained at the expense of the Trust, and pocket money will be given them, based on their skill, hard work, and the length of time they have been at the School. If is is discovered that any boy has no aptitude for the career he has chosen to take up , and it is believed, after a protracted trial, that he will never become a good craftsman, then the boy and his parents will be consulted as to what trade he would like to follow, and if at all possible training in this trade will be provided for him, under the same conditions. This will only happen if the boy has proved himself worthy of this special consideration by his previous diligence,and if it is considered that he will make good in the new line he has chosen, No trouble will be spared in finding the boys jobs at the termination of their training. In two years\u0027 time a hand- made furniture factory will be started, completely independent from the school, but in which the boys will be able to find a job during the interim between the completion of their training and their finding a situation, should this be necessary.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe main buildings at Rycotewood lie in the shape of a capital H, consisting of two wings three stories high, joined by a building of two stories. The boys will be accommodated in the southern of these two wings, and half of the two-storied buildings joining them. In the southern wing there will be two dormitories on the top floor, each accommodating 8 boys, in which they will sleep for the first two years; a bath room, consisting of one bath and two showers, is situated in between. For their last two years they will each have a small bed-sitting room, which will be on the first floor, where there is similar washing accommodation. The ground floor will be given over to workshops, of which there will be three. In the two-storied building there will be an open air workshop and further bed-sitting rooms. The dining room will be next to the open air workshop, with the recreation and reading rooms above it.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe day will start with breakfast at 7.30. At 8.30 they will begin work in the workshops and continue until 12.30. Dinner will be at 12.45, and there will be a recreation period in the afternoon in the afternoon until 3.15, when they will again work in workshops until 4.45. Three afternoons a week will be set aside for technical drawing and designing, and will be increased according to the aptitude of the boys and as the advance of their training makes it necessary. Wood-carving will be taught as a side-line, and if any boy has a particular aptitude he will be encouraged to take up and become proficient in this line. Tea will be at 5 o\u0027clock. From 5.45 until 7.30 will be devoted to their general education. Supper will be at 7.45 and the boys will be in bed at 8.45. As the boys grow older, an extra hour will be put in after supper and this will also be devoted to their general education. There will be a half-day on Saturday from 12 o\u0027clock onwards, and an evening off on Wednesdays. The boys will get a week\u0027s holiday at Christmas and Easter, and a fortnight in the late Summer. Out-door sports will be encouraged and facilities provided for them, as also for gym and physical training.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003ETheir woodwork training will be in the hands of Mr AG Hussey, who was apprenticed at the age of 13 to a wood-carver and cabinet maker in Maidenhead. After 5 years apprenticeship he worked in Oxford as a wood-carver for a year, and had a year in the same line at Exeter. After this he carried on his own business as a cabinet maker for three years, and during this time was instructor in wood-craft under the Buckinghamshire County Council, holding two evening classes a week. He then went to Western Collier Ltd, of Henley with whom he spent 33 years, and came straight from there to take up his present appointment. Mrs Harley, who nursed in hospitals in France and England during the Great War, and has lately been an Instructress to the LCC and LCVO, has been appointed Matron and will be in charge of their medical well-being.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp class=\u0022western\u0022\u003EThe aim of the school is to turn out men, with a healthy outlook on life and its responsibilities, to become good and useful citizens, with a technical training that will enable them to obtain jobs as first-class improvers, and having gained experience to become foremen and master craftsmen. I the school accomplishes this it will fulfil the ideal which prompted its formation. There are bound to be difficulties and disappointments, and although the guiding principals will remain the same, innovations both in administration and training may have to be introduced as time and experience alone can tell, and the Trustees will welcome any helpful suggestions that may be made with regard to the scheme.\u201d\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E", + "safe_summary": "\u0022Rycotewood School\u0022 changed the course of Stan Stokoe\u0027s life (see Stan\u0027s Story). These details have been copied from an original booklet published by the Trustees. The school was founded in 1938 and continues to this day in the form of the Rycotewood Furniture Centre and provides training courses at Oxford and Cherwell Valley College." + } + ] + }, + "field_original_author": { + "und": [ + { + "value": "Janet Woolley", + "format": null, + "safe_value": "Janet Woolley" + } + ] + }, + "field_featured_image": [], + "field_basic_image_image": [], + "field_category": { "und": [{ "tid": "10" }] }, + "path": { + "pid": "30", + "source": "node\/19", + "alias": "content\/stans-school-rycotewood", + "language": "und" + }, + "cid": "0", + "last_comment_timestamp": "1381521893", + "last_comment_name": null, + "last_comment_uid": "6", + "comment_count": "0", + "machine_name": false, + "name": "Jan", + "picture": "0", + "data": "b:0;", + "menu": null, + "node_export_drupal_version": "7", + "#node_export_object": "1" + }, + { + "vid": "568", + "uid": "6", + "title": "Stanley Reynolds Stokoe 1924 - 2015", + "log": "", + "status": "1", + "comment": "1", + "promote": "1", + "sticky": "0", + "vuuid": "731cda8d-2578-4986-8d08-d9a765746d00", + "ds_switch": "", + "nid": "57", + "type": "article", + "language": "und", + "created": "1568358840", + "changed": "1569929203", + "tnid": "0", + "translate": "0", + "uuid": "d3139705-8579-4e3d-9da8-44b64afb6312", + "revision_timestamp": "1569929203", + "revision_uid": "6", + "body": { + "und": [ + { + "value": "\u003Cp\u003EStanley (Stan)\u0026nbsp; was born on 16 February 1924 in the village of Ferryhill, County Durham. Legend has it that he weighed in at 16 lbs, but this fact should be treated with some scepticism since his mother, Elizabeth, was tiny,\u0026nbsp; only 4\u00278, and he was born at home and\u0026nbsp; weighed on the kitchen scales.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20typ%20baby%20pose_1.jpg?itok=OT4XqVc2\u0022 title=\u0022Baby Stanley (about 6 months old ish) - could he have been 16 lb at birth?\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00221\u0022 data-fid=\u002250\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe was the middle child of five children, he had two older brothers,\u0026nbsp; Charlie and Jack,\u0026nbsp; and a younger sister and brother Ellen and Don. The picture shows the children in their back yard at Metal Bridge (left to right) Ellen, Stan, Charlie and Jack - Don had yet to be born.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stokoe%20children%20at%20M%20Bridge%20%28no%20Don%29.jpg?itok=g0Iv0F7f\u0022 title=\u0022Stokoe children at Metal Bridge, before Don was born circa 1928\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00222\u0022 data-fid=\u002251\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHis father, Michael,\u0026nbsp; was a coal miner at Tursdale Colliery. The family initially lived at Metal Bridge, a couple of miles away, but they later moved to Tursdale. Their house\u0026nbsp; was in a small terrace: a basic \u0022two up and 2 down\u0022 with a scullery, no bathroom and an outside toilet, His mother Elizabeth was a full time housewife.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Dad%20and%20Grandad.jpg?itok=dMfR-JY5\u0022 title=\u0022Stan as a small boy, with his father Michael\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00223\u0022 data-fid=\u002237\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIn the early days the family\u0027s staple diet included \u0027bread and dip\u0027\u0026nbsp; ie bread and dripping from the Sunday roast. Stan went to the local primary school (East Howell School) and, when he was older, worked on his Uncle Dave\u0027s chicken farm in the school holidays; he was not a particularly good student but his Father did not want him to work down the mine. Stan was fortunate, and thanks to the intervention of his Uncle Jack, who was himself a school teacher, Stan was offered a place at Rycotewood School in Tame, Oxfordshire where he started when he ws 14. This school changed his life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ERycotewood school (see separate article) was founded by a philanthropist called Cecil Michaelis in 1938 to assist deprived children from rural and mining backgrounds and to develop them into skilled craftsman. Stan was there for 4 years and he loved it. The matron, Mrs Harley became his substitute mother, encouraging him and all the other boys to study hard and take all the exams available to them. He made some great friends, some of who he is still in touch with, they had a big \u0027Old Boys\u0027 reunion at the school in\u0026nbsp; 2007? The furniture workshop established by the school is still in existence and it now part of Oxford and Cherwell Valley College (http:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhen war broke out in 1940 Stan was only 16 but he later joined the Fleet Air Arm in 1942.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/young%20navy%20Stan.jpg?itok=QuurlAXb\u0022 title=\u0022Stan joins the navy in 1942\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00224\u0022 data-fid=\u002252\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe signed on with the Royal Navy - Fleet Air Arm, in Oxford, and after training in Lee-on-Solent, Cheshire, Canada (advanced flying) and Scotland, he was stationed in Ceylon, at Trincomalee Harbour, on general flying duties atttached to 733 Squadron. He was de-mobbed back in Lee-on-Solent in 1946. Although Stan insists that he did nothing brave, he has war medals for \u0027being there\u0027, He describes being \u0022shit scared\u0022\u0026nbsp; when he was shot down\u0026nbsp; - twice- and had to bale out of his aircraft. He is\u0026nbsp; a member of the \u0027caterpillar club\u0027\u0026nbsp; - for owing his life to a silkworm. For each occasion he was awarded a tiny gold silkworm broach, with ruby eyes.and his name engraved on the back (insert pics).\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He also had a special goldfish tie for owing his life to a life-raft.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter the war Stan went to Loughborough College, along with some of his Rycotewood contemporaries, to study woodwork, crafts and teaching\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Rycotewood%20old%20boys%20at%20Loughborough.jpg?itok=PVyqssw1\u0022 title=\u0022Rycotewood Old Boys at Loghborough College\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00225\u0022 data-fid=\u002238\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E(He was awarded an honorary degree when Loughborough became a University in 2010.)\u0026nbsp; It was at Loughborough that he met Muriel, where she was secretary to the Principal and they were married in 1949. His first teaching job was in Stockwell, London and while there he applied to the overseas service and was offered a job at the Duke of York Boys school in Nairobi, Kenya. He flew out in January 1950, followed 6 months later by Muriel and baby, Janet. (Son Michael and daughter Katherine were born in 1954 and 1957 respectively) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EKenya was another turning point in Stan\u0027s life, another great adventure in a country he came to love and where he had a wonderful life between 1950 and 1984, progressing from teaching \u0027European\u0027 boys in a public school environment\u0026nbsp; to teaching African students to be teachers and ultimately becoming the Principle of Kericho Teachers College in 1962. He was \u0027the last white Principle\u0027 and was awarded the MBE for services to education in Kenya (1970s).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20receiving%20MBE.jpg?itok=EqoA9JcR\u0022 title=\u0022Stan receiving the MBE from the Kenya High Commisoner in 197?\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00226\u0022 data-fid=\u002292\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter stepping down as Principle from Kericho College when\u0026nbsp; his job was \u0027Africanised\u0027\u0026nbsp; in 1969 \/ 70 Stan went to work at Machakos Teachers\u0027 College until finally in 1984, aged 60, he retired and returned to live in England.\u0026nbsp; \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIt was in Machakos that Muriel died (from a pulmonary embolism following an operation to remove a cyst from her brain) in 1976. Two years later a new teacher arrived at the college from London - Wendy Hann. Over the next six years their friendship grew as they shared life in Machalos centred on the Sports club and holidays at the coast. In 1984 Stan and Wendy were married in Machakos church with a reception at the Sports Club before returning to England to live in Loftus (North Yorkshire).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20and%20Wen%20wedding_1.jpg?itok=SXFnEpJO\u0022 title=\u0022Stan and Wendy get married in 1984\u0022 alt=\u0022wedding photo\u0022 data-delta=\u00227\u0022 data-fid=\u0022271\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStan had a garage business in Loftus which he started with his elder brother Charlie in the late 60s. When Charlie died in 1975 Trevor and Rosemary Harding took over as managers and Stan worked with them from 1984 while Wendy did supply teaching.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/stokoe%20Bros.jpg?itok=Ea26V70W\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022 data-delta=\u00228\u0022 data-fid=\u002293\u0022 data-media-element=\u00221\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u0026nbsp;The garage (petrol sales and car repairs) struggled financially and was eventually closed in 1996. Stan and Wendy continued to live in Loftus, in the terrace house which they bought and extended in 1982\/3 and from which they travelled extensively.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETwice they returned for holidays in Kenya but they also enjoyed escaping the winter weather in North East England and spending time in France, Spain, Greece and wintering in Cyprus several years in a row (1996- 2004) Highlights of their travels included a month long house swop in San Fransisco where Jan and Kathy joined them for two weeks; a canal trip through France with Kathy and her boyfriend Robbie; and three trips to visit ex Kenya friends at their home in Iceland. Many friends have madde the trip to visit Stan and Wendy in Loftus and they have made many new local friends, their house is right opposite the Station Hotel ! !\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWhen Stan first came home he had two brothers and a sister living in the North East and Stan was delighted to be able to see so much more of them. It was a great sadness when Ellen, Jack and then Don died one by one. Stan himself has overcome ill health over the years and now struggles with Alzheimers. He reached his 90th birthday on 16 February 2014, although he was unfortunately in hospital he was able to enjoy a family get together in the ward - children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and his neice and nephew. Later, on 24th March, Stan and Wendy celebrated their 30th wedding aniversary, with Stan being home from hospital (although still suffering from Alzheimers). Another chapter in a very varied life.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EEventually the Alzheimers got the better of him and Stan died in 2015 at the age of 91\u003C\/p\u003E", + "summary": "Father of Janet, Michael and Kathy. Went to Kenya in 1950 and stayed until 1984 when he came back to the UK and settled in Loftus in the North East. He died there in 2015.He was married twice: first to Muriel, between 1949 and 1976, and later to Wendy between 1984 and 2015.", + "format": "panopoly_wysiwyg_text", + "safe_value": "\u003Cp\u003EStanley (Stan)\u00a0 was born on 16 February 1924 in the village of Ferryhill, County Durham. Legend has it that he weighed in at 16 lbs, but this fact should be treated with some scepticism since his mother, Elizabeth, was tiny,\u00a0 only 4\u00278, and he was born at home and\u00a0 weighed on the kitchen scales.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20typ%20baby%20pose_1.jpg?itok=OT4XqVc2\u0022 title=\u0022Baby Stanley (about 6 months old ish) - could he have been 16 lb at birth?\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe was the middle child of five children, he had two older brothers,\u00a0 Charlie and Jack,\u00a0 and a younger sister and brother Ellen and Don. The picture shows the children in their back yard at Metal Bridge (left to right) Ellen, Stan, Charlie and Jack - Don had yet to be born.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stokoe%20children%20at%20M%20Bridge%20%28no%20Don%29.jpg?itok=g0Iv0F7f\u0022 title=\u0022Stokoe children at Metal Bridge, before Don was born circa 1928\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHis father, Michael,\u00a0 was a coal miner at Tursdale Colliery. The family initially lived at Metal Bridge, a couple of miles away, but they later moved to Tursdale. Their house\u00a0 was in a small terrace: a basic \u0022two up and 2 down\u0022 with a scullery, no bathroom and an outside toilet, His mother Elizabeth was a full time housewife.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Dad%20and%20Grandad.jpg?itok=dMfR-JY5\u0022 title=\u0022Stan as a small boy, with his father Michael\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIn the early days the family\u0027s staple diet included \u0027bread and dip\u0027\u00a0 ie bread and dripping from the Sunday roast. Stan went to the local primary school (East Howell School) and, when he was older, worked on his Uncle Dave\u0027s chicken farm in the school holidays; he was not a particularly good student but his Father did not want him to work down the mine. Stan was fortunate, and thanks to the intervention of his Uncle Jack, who was himself a school teacher, Stan was offered a place at Rycotewood School in Tame, Oxfordshire where he started when he ws 14. This school changed his life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ERycotewood school (see separate article) was founded by a philanthropist called Cecil Michaelis in 1938 to assist deprived children from rural and mining backgrounds and to develop them into skilled craftsman. Stan was there for 4 years and he loved it. The matron, Mrs Harley became his substitute mother, encouraging him and all the other boys to study hard and take all the exams available to them. He made some great friends, some of who he is still in touch with, they had a big \u0027Old Boys\u0027 reunion at the school in\u00a0 2007? The furniture workshop established by the school is still in existence and it now part of Oxford and Cherwell Valley College (\u003Ca href=\u0022http:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk\u0022\u003Ehttp:\/\/rycotewoodassociation.co.uk\u003C\/a\u003E)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhen war broke out in 1940 Stan was only 16 but he later joined the Fleet Air Arm in 1942.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/young%20navy%20Stan.jpg?itok=QuurlAXb\u0022 title=\u0022Stan joins the navy in 1942\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EHe signed on with the Royal Navy - Fleet Air Arm, in Oxford, and after training in Lee-on-Solent, Cheshire, Canada (advanced flying) and Scotland, he was stationed in Ceylon, at Trincomalee Harbour, on general flying duties atttached to 733 Squadron. He was de-mobbed back in Lee-on-Solent in 1946. Although Stan insists that he did nothing brave, he has war medals for \u0027being there\u0027, He describes being \u0022shit scared\u0022\u00a0 when he was shot down\u00a0 - twice- and had to bale out of his aircraft. He is\u00a0 a member of the \u0027caterpillar club\u0027\u00a0 - for owing his life to a silkworm. For each occasion he was awarded a tiny gold silkworm broach, with ruby eyes.and his name engraved on the back (insert pics).\u00a0\u00a0 He also had a special goldfish tie for owing his life to a life-raft.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter the war Stan went to Loughborough College, along with some of his Rycotewood contemporaries, to study woodwork, crafts and teaching\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Rycotewood%20old%20boys%20at%20Loughborough.jpg?itok=PVyqssw1\u0022 title=\u0022Rycotewood Old Boys at Loghborough College\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E(He was awarded an honorary degree when Loughborough became a University in 2010.)\u00a0 It was at Loughborough that he met Muriel, where she was secretary to the Principal and they were married in 1949. His first teaching job was in Stockwell, London and while there he applied to the overseas service and was offered a job at the Duke of York Boys school in Nairobi, Kenya. He flew out in January 1950, followed 6 months later by Muriel and baby, Janet. (Son Michael and daughter Katherine were born in 1954 and 1957 respectively) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EKenya was another turning point in Stan\u0027s life, another great adventure in a country he came to love and where he had a wonderful life between 1950 and 1984, progressing from teaching \u0027European\u0027 boys in a public school environment\u00a0 to teaching African students to be teachers and ultimately becoming the Principle of Kericho Teachers College in 1962. He was \u0027the last white Principle\u0027 and was awarded the MBE for services to education in Kenya (1970s).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20receiving%20MBE.jpg?itok=EqoA9JcR\u0022 title=\u0022Stan receiving the MBE from the Kenya High Commisoner in 197?\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter stepping down as Principle from Kericho College when\u00a0 his job was \u0027Africanised\u0027\u00a0 in 1969 \/ 70 Stan went to work at Machakos Teachers\u0027 College until finally in 1984, aged 60, he retired and returned to live in England.\u00a0 \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIt was in Machakos that Muriel died (from a pulmonary embolism following an operation to remove a cyst from her brain) in 1976. Two years later a new teacher arrived at the college from London - Wendy Hann. Over the next six years their friendship grew as they shared life in Machalos centred on the Sports club and holidays at the coast. In 1984 Stan and Wendy were married in Machakos church with a reception at the Sports Club before returning to England to live in Loftus (North Yorkshire).\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022panopoly-image-quarter image-style-panopoly-image-quarter media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/Stan%20and%20Wen%20wedding_1.jpg?itok=SXFnEpJO\u0022 title=\u0022Stan and Wendy get married in 1984\u0022 alt=\u0022wedding photo\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EStan had a garage business in Loftus which he started with his elder brother Charlie in the late 60s. When Charlie died in 1975 Trevor and Rosemary Harding took over as managers and Stan worked with them from 1984 while Wendy did supply teaching.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg class=\u0022media-element file-teaser\u0022 src=\u0022http:\/\/whenwe.noodlefactory.co.uk\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/panopoly_image_quarter\/public\/stokoe%20Bros.jpg?itok=Ea26V70W\u0022 alt=\u0022\u0022\u003E\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u00a0The garage (petrol sales and car repairs) struggled financially and was eventually closed in 1996. Stan and Wendy continued to live in Loftus, in the terrace house which they bought and extended in 1982\/3 and from which they travelled extensively.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETwice they returned for holidays in Kenya but they also enjoyed escaping the winter weather in North East England and spending time in France, Spain, Greece and wintering in Cyprus several years in a row (1996- 2004) Highlights of their travels included a month long house swop in San Fransisco where Jan and Kathy joined them for two weeks; a canal trip through France with Kathy and her boyfriend Robbie; and three trips to visit ex Kenya friends at their home in Iceland. Many friends have madde the trip to visit Stan and Wendy in Loftus and they have made many new local friends, their house is right opposite the Station Hotel ! !\u00a0\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWhen Stan first came home he had two brothers and a sister living in the North East and Stan was delighted to be able to see so much more of them. It was a great sadness when Ellen, Jack and then Don died one by one. Stan himself has overcome ill health over the years and now struggles with Alzheimers. He reached his 90th birthday on 16 February 2014, although he was unfortunately in hospital he was able to enjoy a family get together in the ward - children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and his neice and nephew. Later, on 24th March, Stan and Wendy celebrated their 30th wedding aniversary, with Stan being home from hospital (although still suffering from Alzheimers). Another chapter in a very varied life.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EEventually the Alzheimers got the better of him and Stan died in 2015 at the age of 91\u003C\/p\u003E", + "safe_summary": "Father of Janet, Michael and Kathy. Went to Kenya in 1950 and stayed until 1984 when he came back to the UK and settled in Loftus in the North East. 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Her father, Sydney, was an analytical chemist and her mother, Katherine (known as Minnie), was a teacher.\u0026nbsp; Muriel and Irene both went to James Alleyn\u0027s Girls (secondary) School in Dulwich where they excelled academically. Muriel had a talent for art and subsequently went to Goldsmiths Art College, London,\u0026nbsp; in about 1938.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAfter War broke out in 1940 her family moved to Loughborough where she got a job as secretary to the Principal of Loughborough College. It was there that she met Stan Stokoe and they were married in July 1949. Their first child, Janet, was born in Feb 1950 and six months later Muriel sailed to Kenya to join Stan at the Duke of York School in Nairobi., Kenya. 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She was given ECT treatment which was both frightening and ineffective and between hospital stays she lived with her in-laws in Tursdale who were not very sympathetic to her condition and often told her to \u0027pull herself together\u0027, comparing her illness to Stan\u0027s spine operation which he recovered from in 1952. She was in and out of hospital for about 2 years but never fully recovered, not helped by her subsequent addiction to the barbiturate drugs which were prescribed for her during this period. It is not clear what caused her breakdown and subsequent affliction with anxiety and depression; there were probably multiple causes one of which might have been the arrival in Kenya of her sister Irene, with her 2 small children, and the impact this had on her marriage.\u0026nbsp; Irene and her husband Gordon (and his mother) - The Smithes - arrived\u0026nbsp; after a trip from South Africa and stayed for nearly 2 years (although Gordon and his mother returned to the UK after a few weeks)\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWhen Muriel returned to Kenya in 1963 the the family had moved to Kericho and all her children were away at boarding school. She also became something of a \u0027golf widow\u0027 as Stan spent most of his evenings at the Club and she rarely went with him as she was afraid to drink alcohol because of the barbiturates she was still taking. She did get involved in the amateur dramatic activity in Kericho and helped with set painting, costumes and make up but she really lived for the school holidays. When the decision was made to move the children to schools in the UK in 1969 Muriel decided to stay in England with them and Stan set up a home for the whole family at Hengar Manor in Cornwall, where the Smithes were now living. Muriel and the family did have regular holidays in Kenya - at Kericho and the Coast\u0026nbsp; - until her death.\u003C\/p\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIt was in 1976 while on holiday in Kenya (in Machakos) with Janet, Kathy and Nick, that Muriel fell ill with what seemed like a stroke, she lost movement and co-ordination down one side, and her short term memory was affected. She was diagnosed with a cyst on the brain by an African doctor in Nairobi - Dr Washow, so she remained in Machakos to wait for an operation while the rest of the family returned to the UK. The operation was performed in Nairobi in October 1976 but Muriel never came out of hospital; although the cyst was successfully removed, a few days later she developed a blood clot and died of a pulmonary embolism. She was cremated in Nairobi with only Stan and close family friend, Molly Cawley in attendance. 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She was given ECT treatment which was both frightening and ineffective and between hospital stays she lived with her in-laws in Tursdale who were not very sympathetic to her condition and often told her to \u0027pull herself together\u0027, comparing her illness to Stan\u0027s spine operation which he recovered from in 1952. She was in and out of hospital for about 2 years but never fully recovered, not helped by her subsequent addiction to the barbiturate drugs which were prescribed for her during this period. 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The operation was performed in Nairobi in October 1976 but Muriel never came out of hospital; although the cyst was successfully removed, a few days later she developed a blood clot and died of a pulmonary embolism. She was cremated in Nairobi with only Stan and close family friend, Molly Cawley in attendance. 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