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Sadly Peter passed away on 13 April '15, I knew him from 1950-55 at school. I to have HBP and had a heart attack in 2004, am on Simvastatin,Lansoprozol, asprin, atenolol and now Cadersartan - just as well we have an NHS here.

Going back to the '50s on this site I was able to link up with pensionipper and pjkay. Well since then I have been fortunate to keep in touch with both. Sadly I was informed today by his wife, that pjkay - Peter Kenrick, past away yesterday 13th April '15 at his home in South Africa. Despite the history at DLSC i have clung onto my faith and will remember him in my prayers. Summarising my belief I practice my faith despite the Catholic Church, there are many very good christians there along with others who gain much publicity. Anthony Tuttle.

Seems a bit strange to me as the school was in Pitsmoor well away from Beauchief. As to they're being rich kids this is a bit odd as most had come from the 11+ system, two school mates had window cleaner fathers, my own could not afford to get my shoes repaired so I had to borrow a pair. I'm glad to hear things have worked out for you, many of us only started to be conscience when we left school.

Most pig farmers had one hidden away. The inspector had his piece and the near neighbours had a pecking order to keep quiet. I was called a liar at school when I said we were having some pork at Christmas. My mum told the teacher I had a vivid imagination then clobbered me when I got home.

A great piece of life as it was. To add my little bit, scraping the frost off the INSIDE of the window in the morning, jumping on the ice covered puddles on the way to school, racing matchsticks down the gutter when it was raining. Then the war came so sitting under the stairs as the German planes droned overhead, I could never find my trousers in time and dreamt for years of walking down the street without them. Listening to the policeman at school telling us not to touch butterfly bombs and sticky bombs if we found them. Then finally the whole world turning upside down when my dad eventually came home and changed all the rules on how we were to behave.

By the law of averages it had to happen somewhere -- congratulations, I bet you are very happily married to her daughter.

I actually asked my Father-in-law if I could marry the wife. He then said ' Do you know where you are going to live' I said we had put a deposit on a new house. He then said 'Thank God for that, I thought you were going to try to live here. It's bad enough for me to live with her mother, you'd have no chance.' I found him to be a great bloke and his wife was exactly as described. After six months I told her to keep her nose out of our affairs if she wanted to keep visiting us. She was however great with the three children. The wife sometimes behaves a bit like her, I then start calling her by her mother's name, she soon stops.

Living not too far from Gatwick the class 73 was quite renowned. Being both electric and diesel it was the ideal choice for the Gatwick Express. It had precedence over all the other trains excluding the Royal Train. As a consequence it must not break down, hence the alternative drive. With new owners of the Gatwick Express the 73 is now long gone.

In the drawing office we had a section leader who was a bit of a swine and wore a trilby hat. The apprentice took the padding out of the inside lining resulting in the hat fitting on top of the man's ears. The following day he put quite a bit of padding in the lining hence the hat perched on top of the man's head. The apprentice repeated the removal the following day. Sadly the man came in late to work on the next day having been to his doctor complaining that his head was changing size. We were a bit sick really as we could then see it had not been funny and we felt we could not tell him the truth.

Allthough it wasn't Sheffield in the old shipyards the 'dump' cubicles were sited over a continuous trough in which water permanently ran. Hence a paper boat set on fire in the trough at one end always brought shouts of anguish. Where I served my time one apprentice would follow his fitter and sit in the next cubicle, pull the fitter's overalls through the gap at the bottom then pour water on the sleeve. He got away with it a couple of times until the fitter twigged.

Having never lived there I cannot in all honesty know. However I do know countless christians fought against apartheid and paid the price for their beliefs. I think we all agree that faith is a deeply personal thing. It is easy to knock someone's belief as it appears to 'sell' for the media. I'm waiting to see the media taking great delight in the ' 100 monks and priests fighting in Bethlehem' to have the rite to clean the birthplace of Jesus. Do they represent christian belief, I think not. If you look for the good being done by Christian Aid, the Salvation Army and countless other faith organisations you will see the media conspicuous by their absence. Here's wishing everyone good health and a peaceful 2012, all we have to do is look for the good in someone and try to help where it is needed.

In the early 1950s we would cycle up to Foxhouse and look for WW2 bombs. We found a small incendary bomb first than an army practice smoke marker bomb. The highlight was finding a German explosive bomb about 30ins long and about10ins in diameter. We went to the AA box and they phoned the police. The sergent who came picked it up in his arms and struggled to his Morris Minor and drove away with it in his boot. The end result - police sergent and police woman visit to our home that evening, major rollicking and bann from Foxhouse by father. I'm sure we were not the only ones, I understood two boys were killed rolling a landmine near Stannage Edge.

Amazingly I to was on an Eccleshall tram travelling down the Moor near the National Provincial Bank where my brother later worked on about the same time. The 'Duke' was walking in the middle of the road and a very smart car pulled up in front of him. A young chap got out and handed him a rose which he put in his coat, bowed and waved his gloves in the air. Yes he was a old nutter, but a lovable one and a true character of the period. If all the non-pc persons of this time could produce the humour and interest that the Duke did, this world would be a much better place to live in.

All the more reason for having married priests. The celebacy ruling did not come in until some time after the church got going. Priests have said to me, 'well you should know more about that, after all you are married.' I believe it will be accepted in the end, after all how many married anglican clergy are counted a catholic priests now.

I thought I was getting on in years but someone quotes 1938, my birth year. I moved to Sheffield in 1950 and saw my first game against Arsenal, an evening match which the Blades won 2-0. The crowd went all the way round the cricket end and was I believe 62,000. Jimmy Hagan broke his leg in I believe 1953, he supplied De La Salle with sports gear. Well I ran full pelt round a corner and knocked him flat on his back. He told me not say anything and nor would he. No one mentions Ted Bergin, he as well as Joe Shaw and Graham Shaw played for England B, I think Hawksworth also got one game. We moved to the Wirral in 1955 so I had to watch Liverpool then. I did see United knock Everton out of the cup at Goodison in about 1956. I was the only one in the Everton end to cheer when the whistle went. My new pals made excuses for me and got me out quick.