My first troop was affiliated to a C of E church - it was one of its acolytes we had to to watch.I was in the cubs but wasn't allowed by my parents to join the scouts. I found out later that the scoutmaster had a dodgy reputation with children.
My first troop was affiliated to a C of E church - it was one of its acolytes we had to to watch.I was in the cubs but wasn't allowed by my parents to join the scouts. I found out later that the scoutmaster had a dodgy reputation with children.
Ok I get it, will not post anything else ok.Sshhh, you are fogging up his rose tinted spectacles
Yes what Tom said, sounds like you’ve got your head screwed on, but then you live in North Yorkshire and it’s more common there. Any ideas what you intend to do with your life yet? Edit, just had a thought you don’t live on a farm by any chance do you?Ian
It was a complimentary question so nothing derogatory intended. But you do have me there what is "school fit out"?no i dont live on a farm!
i have got a fairly good idea, i want to go into school fit out, i have worked at a company before that does this, and i really enjoyed it.
You read these horror stories on child abuse and how coaches/scout leaders/churchmen/politicians used their power to cover things up. Most of us escaped that fate thanks to the rumour mill and an innate sense of who was dodgy. There were a few teacher you did not want to be alone with. Doggy swimming lessons etc. Its sad to read about the really cunning and devious and what they got away with.My first troop was affiliated to a C of E church - it was one of its acolytes we had to to watch.
Lucky indeed! When American troops left my area some of the older lads found a cache of ammunition. The location was never revealed to us younger kids, but we were enlisted occasionally to remove the bullet and empty out the cordite. I seem to remember the bullets as being made of lead, but I thought lead was banned? Maybe the lead was melted out of a copper-jacketed bullet, but either way we never got to keep a share - the big lads took it to the local scrap man. It's a long time ago, but from memory the cartridge case was made up of thin metal foil and cardboard - can that be right? I reckon the rounds were about the size of a 0.50-calibre round, possibly a little bigger. Boy, we did some stupid stuff.You were all incredibly lucky, that was a really dangerous thing to do as I’m sure you realise now. Makes the things I did look really time thank goodness. Ian
In 1943 I used to walk home from primary school which was about a mile. A government directive was issued to say that if the Air raid sirens sounded whilst we were walking home we should run to the nearest house knock on the door and stay in the house until the All Clear was sounded.You read these horror stories on child abuse and how coaches/scout leaders/churchmen/politicians used their power to cover things up. Most of us escaped that fate thanks to the rumour mill and an innate sense of who was dodgy. There were a few teacher you did not want to be alone with. Doggy swimming lessons etc. Its sad to read about the really cunning and devious and what they got away with.
On a brighter note - in more naive times
As youngsters wandering our village, we used to call on an old stable hand. He lived in a kind of flat/come cottage in a stable yard for a big house. He was an elderly bachelor and would make us a cup of tea on the coal fire and chat to us, especially in the winter months when it was cold and dark. He was known a Ward in the village- probably he surname. Aged 5 or 6, whenever my mum couldn't find us and it was time for tea, she would call round at Wards to collect us. He was a very kind old chap with lots of reminiscences that he would tell us. He was an absolute gent and never did anything that was not kind. He liked a chat after a hard days work. I've looked back and thought, he had no ill intent, it was just how people got along back then. Lots of time for others.
Sadly you just wouldn't trust someone like that to belfried young kids these days.
In 1943 I used to walk home from primary school which was about a mile. A government directive was issued to say that if the Air raid sirens sounded whilst we were walking home we should run to the nearest house knock on the door and stay in the house until the All Clear was sounded.
These days I think I would rather take my chances with a bomb.
For cartridges used to shoot game. Lead will be replaced by steel within 5 years.Funnily enough it was on the news this morning that lead is being banned in shotgun cartridges,
Yes, we called them "stooks" in the East Coast of Scotland. Remember going stookin' many a time as a kid.Weren’t they called stukes ? Not sure of the spelling, but remember them from the 50’s.
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