National Sea Training College,Gravesend.
College Diary:
These are names of friends that signed the diary I had in Jan 1981.
Richard Burbage Leicester
Chris Corbett Norfolk
David Evans Dyfed
Graham Pickles Keighley, Yorkshire
Dave Kershaw Liverpool
Pat McGoldrick Glasgow
Shane McDonald Portsmouth
Sean O'Callaghan Hythe, Kent
Gary Rogers Bury, Cambridgeshire
Mark G. Scott Co Antrim, Northern Ireland
Alan Clarke Leicester
Friends at sea
These are names of friends that I was at sea with.
Sandy Dawson Alloa, Scotland,1985. We were on the M.V.England.
Mick Kelly Liverpool. Canberra and Oriana 1982/3.
Dave Cowley Liverpool.1983, Oriana.
Fat Freddy Dover. 1983, Oriana.
Dave King Stroud, Kent. Canberra and Oriana 1982/3.
This is a paragraph from the Trainees'Handbook
Leave and Liberty,
This is a prilvilege and not a right.Before you proceed "Ashore"you will be inspected by the Duty Officer who will then allow you ashore when he is satisfied that you are properly dressed in No1 Uniform.Whilst ashore you must remain correctly dressed at all times.You must not gather in groups of more than three and must not loiterwith girls in the vicinity of the College or in the College or on the Canal Road.Remember to behave in such a manner as to be a credit to yourself and to the College.
The Staff in January 1981,
Captain P.H.Adlam. Captain Superintendent.
Teaching,
Mr A.R.Turner. Chief Officer.
Mr J.H.Lewis. 1st Officer.
Mr C.F.Browning.
Mr A.E.Mellon. 2nd Officers.
Mr F.W. Burgess.
Mr M. Bolton.
Mr E.C.Plumb. Catering Officer.
Intructors in seamanship(19)
Catering(11)
Physical Education(2)
Engineering(1)
This is taking from the Hand book we were issued:
What we aim to do.
First,we want to teach you how to do a job skilfully,safely and well,and how to find satisfaction in doing it.
Second,we want to show you how to become a member of a team,or ships crew-how to be sef-reliant on the one hand and helpful to your fellows on the other.
Third,we want to show you how to develop your interests,and get the most out of life by making your contribution to the life of the College,
We will do our bit: its up to you to do yours.
As time envelopes us, Norman W Howell MBE reminds us that. . .
WE ARE SURVIVORS
(For those born before 1940)
We were born before television, before penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic, contact lenses, videos, Frisbees and the Pill. We were born before radar, credit cards, split atoms, laser beams and ball-point pens; before dishwashers, tumble dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes and before man walked on the moon.
We got married first and then lived together (how quaint can you be?). We thought �fast food� was what you ate in Lent, a Big Mack was an oversized raincoat and �crumpet� we had for tea. We existed before househusbands, computer dating, dual careers; and when a �meaningful relationship� meant getting along with cousins and �sheltered accommodation� was where you waited for a bus.
We were before day care centres, group homes and disposable nappies. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yoghurt and young men wearing earrings. For us �time share� meant togetherness, a chip was a piece of wood or fried potato, �hardware� meant nuts and bolts and �software� wasn�t a word.
Before 1940, the term �making out� referred to how you did in your exams, �stud� was something that fastened a collar to a shirt and �going all the way� meant staying on a double-decker to the bus depot. Pizzas, McDonalds and instant coffee were unheard of. In our day, cigarette smoking was �fashionable�, grass was mown, �coke� was kept in the coal house, a �joint� was a piece of meat you had on Sundays and �pot� was something you cooked in. �Rock music� was a grandmother�s lullaby, �Eldorado� was an ice cream, a gay person was the life and soul of the party and nothing more, while �aids� just meant beauty treatment or help for someone in trouble.
We who were born before 1940 must be a hardy bunch when you think of the way the world has changed and the adjustments we have had to make. No wonder we are so confused and there is a generation gap today . . .BUT
By the grace of God. . .we have survived !
Alleluia!!!
Unknown Poet,Please let me know who wrote this:
OH FOR THE SMELL OF THE BRINY
I'VE TROD THE DECKS AND SAILED SOME WRECKS
AS I SEARCHED FOR A LIFE OF ACTION.
I SHED NO TEARS, NO WASTED YEARS
I FOUND MUCH SATISFACTION.
I SAILED THE WORLD AS MY LIFE UNFURLED
THROUGH CALM AND STORMY SEAS.
JUST TAKE A LOOK AT MY DISCHARGE BOOK
AND AS YOU TURN THE LEAVES
MY LIFE IS THERE FOR YOU TO SHARE
A SPIRIT FREE TO ROAM
BUT ONE THAT YEARNS, AS THE TILLER TURNS
TO HEAD ONCE MORE FOR HOME.
MY KITBAG'S STORED WITH SUCH A HOARD
OF MEMORIES SO DEAR
THAT COMFORT ME AS I CAN SEEN
THE TIME IS DRAWING NEAR
THERE'S ONE LAST TRIP, MY FINAL SHIP
AND AS MY FOOTSTEPS FALTER
I SIGN ON AGAIN, SAIL FREE FROM PAIN
INTO UNCHARTED WATER.
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