Albert “Tank” Williams   Photo Credit: Bajan Reporter

Albert “Tank” Williams   Photo Credit: Bajan Reporter

The funeral of Albert “Tank” Williams was today. “Tank” as he was known as, was formerly headmaster of Harrison College for many years, after having been a teacher there for many more years. Tank was also the brother of former chief justice Sir Denys Williams and of former justice of appeal Colin Williams and of former Barbados High Commissioner Monty Williams.

The Williams family, one of the greatest legal families in the Caribbean, was also inextricably linked to the equally legally and scholastically illustrious Marshall family, of which Sir Roy Marshall is a member, along with his sister, Monty Williams’ widow, Dorothy Williams, who Bajans of all walks of life know with deep affection as “Aunt Doro”, a leading lawyer and privy councillor. Also, there was classics scholar and teacher Winston Marshall, who was also a teaching colleague of Tank at Harrison College.

With the passing of Tank, so too an era has passed and BU remembers him with affection through amusing anecdotes. After all, Tank was a man of humour, including about himself. So, it is fitting that through humour we remember him.

Tank, while headmaster, was accompanied everywhere by his faithful dog, Otto. Even on to the podium at Harrison College for assembly and prayers every morning. One day at Harrison College, Tank had had cause to cane a pupil and the pupil decided to get his own back. So that evening, he telephoned Tank and asked to speak to Otto. Over the phone, Tank could be heard calling Otto to take the call, until he realised what he was doing. “Is this a joke,” screamed the incandescent Tank, before slamming the telephone down.

It should never be assumed by the fact that Tank was unmarried that he had no deep appreciation of the “fairer sex”. Indeed, his appreciation was tremendous, but he was a devotee of variety and a great many members of the opposite sex had first-hand knowledge of his capacity for amatory dalliance. Indeed, at one Christmas party at which Tank was a guest, the lady who had been his “squeeze” the previous night was also a guest. This lady regaled the other female guests with an account of her tryst with Tank. It seems that, after having availed himself of her expert ministrations, he had immediately taken his leave, saying, “Thank you very much, it was very nice,” in his usual brusque, no-nonsense manner and out the door he went. So the ladies at the party, whenever he, the perfect gentleman, brought them a fresh drink, would say to him, “Thank you very much, it was very nice.” Far from detracting from his appeal to the ladies, this tale seemed only to spur them on to know more about Tank.

Tank also had a no-fear policy about death. At the deathbed of his brother, Monty Williams, as he and his other brothers stood around, Tank told them of his views on death. “I look forward to it, “he said. “I will spend all my time talking to Bach, Brahms, Beethoven and Mozart.” “So,” said his brother Colin, “while they compose, you will decompose.”

After his retirement, Tank was to be seen, often in the company of his brother Sir Denys, at musical events, especially if the works of his idols, Bach, Brahms, Beethoven and Mozart, were being performed. There, he was clearly delighted to be greeted by former pupils and friends and to catch up on what was happening in their lives.

So, to Tank we say well done, thank you and bon voyage and may you ever enjoy the company of Bach, Brahms, Beethoven and Mozart. Requiescat In Pace.

225 responses to “Albert ‘Tank’ Williams the Legend”


  1. When we observe how the perimeter of school compounds are breeched with wanton disregard today it brings into focus the tripedation which those who used the Roebuck Street and Crumpton a Street gates felt while doing so.


  2. DAVID
    iN TANKS TIME DURING 65-70 THE ROEBUCK STREET GATE WAS CLOSED AFTER THE BELL RANG
    PRIOR TO THAT PEOPLE WALKED THROUGH AS THEY LIKED


  3. @GP
    My tenure encompassed 1967-74 BUT I entered in to 1.2 directly since the MOE of Sandy decided that in spite of a near Perfect Screening Test at the tender age of 9, I was too young by 3 days to enter the Finals. However, having cremated the Finals in 1967 I was invited directly into 1.2. Hence, I learnt a crucial lesson that adults were really not that clever.

    Judy could not control the fellas and we terrorised her, relentlessly! Tis true. My view of her teaching ability was reinforced by my Genius contemporary who won a Bdos Schol on first attempt and lamented the extra work he had to endure due to her affliction. Personally, I had no probs with Pepe teaching Chem or MS Doran in Math ( listened part time in class only and performed well considering the lack of effort) and took both at A level BUT Physics with Judy would have required that I actually had to study individually which was like a virus to which I had developed significant immunity to!

    Regarding Tanks Main Gun being utilised by the ladies, we on the U-15 Cricket Team were privy to his dalliances with one young English Science Teacher, known as Fat Pat (although in essence being not so rotund) who would pick him up in her Red MG during the Summer Holidays for their rendezvous.

    The lads were so intrigued that one fine day in the Old Science building at the 11.05 Break, they decided that Fat Pat was fair game for some manual stimulation. Very fortunately for yours truly I was always in a hurry to consume and imbibe the offerings of “Mary” (bolgna and cheese) and John’s Legendary establishment for a peasant sized member of the effervescent family of the darker variety(quoting Gobbles)

  4. Cyprian La Touché Avatar
    Cyprian La Touché

    @ gentlemen all
    Thank you for your kind words. On review I see that I was maybe a bit long winded and hope my main point of reply to C.c. wasn’t lost in translation.
    Simply that there is nothing that stops anyone from writing glowingly about any of their own former schools and head masters or head teachers or whoever. What must be asked is well why didn’t they? Why don’t you? What did they leave buried beneath your Brest that ticks and drives and powers the values of your life?
    Why did I and so many others of so many faces and places still feel the need even after all these years to be loyal and pay tribute to HIM?
    It is because OF him as institution and not of Him as mere man alone. He was a critical key to the door that closed protected and provided colonial past independent unsecured and I secured future.
    Because of who he was and what he was and represented each and every day to the charges given him by a newly minted society with points to prove on both sides of a new and delicate social reality.
    Of course, maybe I was just too young then to see his ‘glaring” faults. His obvious missteps and prejudices and the hundred other criticisms that will stand naked exposed with the benefit of accomplished age and hindsight. The ultimate mortality of the man confirmed with grim finality fast week.
    But so what? All facades crumble and crack but endure magnificently as ruin. Ultimate but silent testomy to values and positions that only get stronger with benefit of time’s advance.
    But who cares about the 99 things great men do wrong? It is the 100th thing that they left right that matters. The one that is passed to legend.
    When I saw Tank I didn’t see color or creed or class or other trivial distinctions that separate “us” from”them”.
    When Tank was in front “we” were Harrison KOLIJ and I pitied the rest of the world that still hasn’t learnt to spell.
    Cyprian La Touche


  5. RE Pepe teaching Chem
    I must confess that I did not do well in 6th form. I did not yet realize that studying was a necessity, as I had cruised through the lower school with little effort and only doing the minimum of homework so as not to be detained after school. I fail my A levels the first time with such distinction that the examiners were unable to give me even an O level pass.
    Pepe taught about Organic Chemistry that THE AMOUNT OF ORGANIC CHEMISTRY YOU WILL LEARN IS EQUIVALENT TO THE AMOUNT OF PAPER YOU USE. That’s all I learned from Pepe, but………………………………
    I USED THIS PLOY THROUGHOUT MY DAYS AT CAVE HILL TO MASTER ORGANIC CHEMISTRY……….AND ULTIMATELY BIOCHEMISTRY
    PEPE WAS THE FIRST TO INTRODUCE TO ME THE ART OF USING “BOWS AND ARROWS” TO PREDICT THE COURSE OF AN ORGANIC CHEMISTRY REACTION
    IT IS INDEED TRUE THAT THE MORE YOU WRITE OUT THE EQUATIONS USING “BOWS AND ARROWS” TO PREDICT THE COURSE OF AN ORGANIC CHEMISTRY REACTION, THE MORE ORGANIC CHEMISTRY YOU WILL LEARN.
    I will confess that I have taught Pepe’s maxim in Biochem classes
    I CANT REMEMBER THIS FAT PAT OF WHOM YOU SPEAK
    IS THIS THE FAT MISS WARDROP WHO ONCE ASKED A THIRD FORM IN ENGLISH CLASS TO TAKE OUT THEIR WOODS? AND ONE OR TWO OF THE BOYS COMPLIED.
    SHE WAS OF COURSE REFERRING TO THEIR TEXT BOOKS AUTHORED BY BLACK AND WOOD.


  6. Cyprian La Touché | November 10, 2013 at 1:30 PM |

    If you are not some kind of author, you have missed your calling.
    Love your prose.
    As boys we were unable to understand Tank and Fanny and the others, but later we have not forgotten the gems, amidst the fun and frolic of school days.
    We were normal boys like William, or Billy Bunter and Jennings and Derbyshire etc, and we enjoyed ourselves.
    The eccentricities and foibles and fallacies of our teachers are part of life. We, like them are not perfect.

    Suffice it that the gems they produced were passed to us, and those of who got the chance to teach our children at home or in med schools asI have done, have been able to pass on nuggets of truth, like they did, and made students laugh and happy in the classroom.

    I have been known to start my Biochem classes with the line LETS HAVE SOME FUN FRIENDS.

    LEARNING AND TEACHING MUST BE FUN AND ENJOYABLE…….NOT A DRAG

    THE REASON WE REMEMBER TANK AND THE TEACHERS OF OUR DAY WAS BECAUSE THEY WERE FUNNY IN THEIR VARIOUS WAYS. THEY MADE US LAUGH


  7. GP
    No, FatPat was none other than Ms Pat Brown.

    Pepe was not particularly well liked for some reason. I was biased in that I liked his ability to control the class and my behavior with his military bearing. Also, Chemistry was very easy for me since I quickly became mesmerised by the visual aspect of precipitation, phosphorous running around in the sink water etc. I had no probs with A level Inorganic like many seemed to.


  8. mb
    cant remember this lady at all
    teachers of that day taught chemistry by rote
    i later discovered that inorganic and organic chemistry is all about bonding and that they are only five reactions in organic chemistry

    electrophilic addition
    electrophilic substitution
    nucleophilic addition
    nucleophilic substitution
    rearrangement
    master these and you are way ahead of the game
    alas I only saw this in a little monograph the night before my final exam in organic at cave hill


  9. The only rule I remember from my time is that a breach of common sense is a breach of the school rules.

    I must have figured it out or been told sometime in my stay because I cannot remember it being written anywhere.

    I am curious to know in what form today’s students are given their copy of the school rules or if indeed there are or were more than that one.


  10. Mr. Burton … art!!


  11. @John
    There were at least 27 written HC School Rules.
    Mailed to your home in the Summer Long Hols before you entered for the first time. I probably managed to break everyone!

    One charged us NOT to throw missiles,
    I trust that kept the Russians and Americans happy!


  12. @Cyprian
    All I can say is —touche!


  13. Rules are distributed to first year at orientation.


  14. I have enjoyed immensely all the contributions of all ye ole scholars of the Crumpton Street institution.I admired the mighty rushing memories of a time past so eloquently threaded together by Cyprian La Touche probably the 3rd as I recall Cyprian junior was a contemporary of the ace photographer Gordon Brooks and has been gathered to his fathers.
    I always got names wrong but I could swear Henry Walter St John MA Classics was nicknamed Hurly Burly,drove an old handbrush painted(probably did the job himself)Hillman Minx ‘mark’ S75 or some such number.Part time teacher?
    This individual was very much a part of the College landscape,a full time master.He was,like Rugged,supposed to be well endowed by nature.They said Rugged wore a ring on his member,beyond which penetration could mean instant death to the other party.The Burly was not of the same cut of cloth.
    There was a female teacher in the early 50’s who came from Grenada Ms Donovan who taught Spanish


  15. MB
    IN MY DAY THE RULES WERE DISPLAYED IN ONE OF THOSE BOXES WITH GLASS COVERS ON THE MAIN BLOCK AND BELL TOWER BLOCK
    DE BERDIE DROVE L240 IN MY TIME.
    AFTER RETIREMENT HE WOULD APPEAR PERIODICALLY WHEN NEEDED

    A breach of common sense is a breach of the school rules. WAS RULE 31 AT KOLIJ.
    the same rule was I understand #39 at Lodge


  16. MoneyBrain | November 10, 2013 at 5:11 PM |

    @John
    There were at least 27 written HC School Rules.
    Mailed to your home in the Summer Long Hols before you entered for the first time. I probably managed to break everyone!

    One charged us NOT to throw missiles,
    I trust that kept the Russians and Americans happy!
    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    That was probably to put an end to “Corkings” which I remember up to first form.

    “Bruise” then developed later on, …. probably more dangerous.

  17. Cyprian La Touché Avatar
    Cyprian La Touché

    @everyone
    A sincere thanks for the appreciation and the memories and the names and the all embracing “Rules” that I did not include before.
    I hadn’t intended to do this but maybe it is especially appropriate here and now to acknowledge and give them too deserved due.
    Quite indeed, as on any battlefield’s stage a lone Tank is as nothing without its backup. The surrounding superior supporting cast without whom it could never realize thunderous performance.
    To the superlative staff who manicured minds midst fertile cultured grounds. From the big field to the little field to the hallowed prefect’s lawn I remember the groundsmen that rolled each perfect pitch.
    To Janice Millington for whom perfect pitch was nothing less than expected each and every time.
    To Mr. Shields who taught me the subtleties of reading a map and expanded my mind’s boundaries to shores beyond Barbados.
    To Mrs. Pilgrim who could never reconcile in her head that with a name like La Touche It still proved quite impossible for me to learn a lick of that language most beloved.
    To Miss Yard for whom English was her stage and Shakespeare her world and as tragically died in the struggle to make it ours.
    To a youth-filled Mr. Castagney who finished the fight she started. He who took us under a tree and had everyone quoting The Love Song of J. Alfred Pruefrock whilst Waiting for Godot by lunch time.
    To an older Mr. Gittens who had to deduce first place in mathematics between Clark and Innis by reduction to two decimal places and to heads Marshall who gave me 9 out of 10 because I failed to put the dot over the i in a Latin class.
    To Ralph Jemmot who taught us the history of the shackles we wore so long ago and gave us the keys to liberate our conditioned minds from them.
    To Blackie who trained an Olympian and to coach Green who ran as one.
    To Blinkers and Pepie and Bullfrog JJeramai and Fannny Fields and Woodie and the other unheralded warriors that fought in the trenches and went over the top each and every time they were asked to simply because they felt it their duty to country to do so.
    And finally to Mr. Burton, another one of those one and a half men who died active still on duty. To a teacher who took the time to teach. To an artist who pointed out the point of pointillism and gifted me my first balsa wood model plane to fly.
    Thank you.
    I would never delude myself into the belief that I was anyone special to any one of these individuals I have mentioned above. But I Know with as much conviction I was indeed Special to each and every one of them as forever all of us would be.
    Again, Thank You.

    In Deo Fides

    Cyprian La Touche

  18. Cyprian La Touché Avatar
    Cyprian La Touché

    A p.s.
    I just remembered have to add two more names to my little memory Vault. One never taught at Harrison College while the other did so if ever so “unofficially” for brief few minutes.
    I will never forget Ms Barrett. As Tank was to Harrison she was to Erdiston. She ruled in an age of iron and leather. A parent going to complain and instructing her not to lick their child???
    Wrong school, wrong Headmistress.
    The day that we marked up our wooden desk and she made the ENTIRE class take them outside and SCRUB THEM CLEAN! And you want to go home to your parents and complain and get another licking there too?? And you want to march to the Ministry and DEMAND your rights as a CHILD???
    And you even make the mistake and look at her with a screw face far less lift a finger in feigned retaliation ???? Are you drunk or high or just plain gone mad???
    Don’t even contemplate the consequences.
    Call it what you will but I know with every fiber of my being that if she were teaching today I would fight tooth and nail to get my child WHERE EVER she was!
    And finally to the legendary Gearbox! Yup, the one and only who prowled the city streets like a Socrates to pounce on unsuspecting populace.
    I will never forget the day he walked in off Crumpton Street, strode into Classroom Lower 1A, took up a piece of chalk and ever so calmly began to teach a flabbergasted gaggle of boys! Word quickly spread and in seconds students were filling the very doorway and windows and spilling over to the lawn to bear witness and testimony to this miracle indeed!
    You may laugh now as we howled then but you know something? It was with perfect sense that he made sense out of nonsense.
    I will never forget how cool calm quite collected and focused he was on the blackboard. He was dedicated and serious about the task at hand and the importance of him getting everything just so very right. I will never forget it. But then again maybe that is exactly what just walking onto the grounds of a “Great” school does. What “Your” School and “my” School should ever be.
    It demands and expects nothing but the best from each and everyone of us blessed and privileged enough to be accepted there. It is responsibility and tradition and integrity of projected purpose. Isn’t all that not worth preserving?

    Cyprian


  19. Easy Boy!!

    …. Fanny’s accomplices,…Inniss, Wilkinson

  20. are-we-there-yet? Avatar
    are-we-there-yet?

    Re. Some outstanding teachers at HC that I haven’t seen mentioned so far.

    Alvin Barnett, who in simple terms distilled the wonders of Physics. The best teacher in the world.
    Briggs Clarke; the Art Teacher. Who perhaps mistakenly thought I had the talent to become a good Artist
    Sam Headley; who by ridicule, caused me to pass Latin and therefore to score a perfect 10.
    Elmer Fudd, the Scoutmaster


  21. With a name like Cyprian La Touche you would be a descendant of the La Touche,photographer extraordinaire of the Advocate of 34 Broad St vintage.
    Then there were his sons Cyprian ‘Junior’ and Frank with Junior taking up the lens with equal aplomb and expanding into the renown -to- this- day Brooks
    LaTouche Photography.Junior as I recall was married to a sister of Alvin ‘Boots’ and Willis ‘Boots’Cummins.If I am correct then we should welcome Cyprian the 3rd,whose style of writing is a cut above the rest,including his misguided and out of touch uncle, over and away.


  22. @Gabriel
    The Burly aka De Birdie was a retired Supply/ part time Teacher, the proud owner of the naturally ventilated L240, a Vauxhaul, in our day of the late 60s/ early 70s. Those of the 50-60s will have far more knowledge of this fine gent.


  23. MB
    ‘The Burly’ wore braces over his shirt and had the longest ‘fly’on a pair of trousers and I think in retrospect that gave rise to the legend of his endowment.He might not have been married but he had a ‘fair lassie’ for a companion.There are stories that he mixed kerosene with gasolene and this gave rise to many anecdotes of stalling,pushing,bucking,smoking exhaust etc of that old Minx S 75.He had a habit of putting his hand under his chin and on his chest, swinging his neck in a quick movement at the same time emiiting a swishing guttural sound.


  24. Thanks for the memories…who could forget;
    “Up….Putt…Take a whiff..” as Fanny mixed two chemicals.

    “You are a sweet boy….”, Mr. Banfield continued, “your mother probably kisses you every morning before you come to school…” Form 1c.

    “You can if you think you can” written above a black board.

    Mrs,Fergusson.a breath of sunshine, made learning Biology not a task but a pleasure.

    “Great accomplishment is achieved through applying oneself “, Tank.

    “I beg your pardon…” Miss B,Alleyne

    “He who comprises is a fool.” Chumley. Form 1c

    “Sat down” Mr.Burton, art teacher.

    “Those bus drivers and conductors who walk through Queens Park and then through Weymouth, think it is a shortcut. They do not realize that
    A squared + B Squared = C squared”..Mr. “Blinkey” Corbin.

    “Ionization is the separation or formation into ions….”, Pepe stated with his pursed lips and strange accent.

    “he’s going out with the tide”….Mrs.Sharpe read from David Copperfield and then she said, “He died”. Form 1c.

    “The book says “natives” but it should have said “people”…..native has a bad connotation…” Lady Adams said in her geography class.

    One great skill the teachings of Harrison College implanted in me was that you can teach yourself anything….I believe that was the best lesson I ever learned.


  25. @Gabriel
    YES! That neck movement became one of my Specialties for keeping the lads entertained and I created many jokes about him and his idiosyncrasies.
    Sweeeeeeeet days to be sure! How could schoolwork compete for my attention with that calibre of material extant?

    That fly had to be reinforced, according to my Intel from the 50s, when his member was erect resulting from a visual encounter with the fairer sex! Let’s just say that many believed it might require the installation of wheels! (ie Cannon)


  26. Mr St. John — the Burly not the Birdie — live at River Bay in St Lucy; drove a black Vauxhall with L plates. The man was a classics scholar. His throwing an anchor out as a system of braking is nonsense. Many of you on this thread are regurgitating “legends” as though you were witnesses. There was no form 1c at Harrison College. There was 1.1, 1.2, and 1.3. When I went there in 1959 at the age of 8 1/2, there was a Prep school with three forms: Prep 3, Prep 2, and Prep1. Depending on your age, you spent one or perhaps two years in Prep before going into first form. This was before 11-plus.
    Englishman, John Hammond was headmaster before Tank: little man in a baggy tropical suit, but nuff respect. Boys sitting on the bench in the quad stood up when he walked across. Same for Tank. And let’s not forget “Heads” Marshall. The reason Cyprian never heard any legends about previous headmasters is that there was no one there during his time who would have remembered. We all remember HC only in our time frame. We believe that our time there was the ONLY time. Not true, I’m afraid. Still, we are all united in a love for that place and the men and women who — literally — dedicated their lives for not much money to try to give us an advantage in life.
    RIP Tank. I hope Otto is with you.


  27. ACTUALLY THERE WAS LOWER 1 A, IB AND 1 C WHEN I ENTERED IN 62
    RE The reason Cyprian never heard any legends about previous headmasters is that there was no one there during his time who would have remembered.

    bUT SOME OF US HAD MUCH OLDER RELATIVES NEIGHBORS ETC

    ANY STORIES ABOUT FORMER HEADS MUST BE IN HISTORY TEXTS OR THE ARCHIVES

    CERTAINLY J C HAMMOND WAS BLAND AND NO SPICE OR FUN
    ALL I REMEMBER ABOUT HIM IS WHEN HE LEFT


  28. Cheeson bredds man…this thread still going…..wanna Kolij boys really needed to exhale…..Tank musse sorry all ya had to wait till this day to let it all hang out…..I still wants to kno who I to go and see bout getting back my red strand gutterperk that D Tank confiscated from this so called “park wild boy” who trespassed on unna hallowed grounds lickin down doves….

    Cawmere boy here all the way…..brekk down many a HC net wid this left foot ….LOL


  29. Hammond unfairly flogged my brother, who was not a troublesome boy at all. If he had any common sense he would have investigated thoroughly since my brother had permission from a teacher to leave school after Exams. He was lucky he didnt receive a lash in his short rass from father who was real ignorant.

    A Canadian teacher slapped Dodson in 2.3 once and Dodson’s Dad butt he up in the Supermarket and put a gun in his stomach and told him off!


  30. @Onions
    Sorrry you could not find work after 40 years and need your gutterperk in order to kill birds for your survival!

    Why you brek down the Net? It was because you KNEW you would NOT be able to do so DURING the Soccer matches! We woulda brek your leg Onions! LOL


  31. Now looka trouble…….You wudd do what?…..Money Brains tekk it from ME….you would’nt want nutting wid me hear !…..


  32. @Onions
    I newsed to specialise in keeping Lodge and Cawmere players quiet!


  33. Spade
    The Burly came from St Lucy as you said (as did Frank ‘Blinks’Corbin the mathmetician).The Burly however later moved to Fitts Village and had a Hillman Minx at that time in the early 50’s.

  34. are-we-there-yet? Avatar
    are-we-there-yet?

    Gabriel;
    Looks as if we might have been contemporaries at HC.

    I never did Spanish at HC but I seem to recall Ms. Donovan teaching our class Biology. But I might be wrong.

    De Burly also taught at the Alleyne School and is remembered by past students there in exactly the same way as he is remembered by Kolij boys.


  35. The more I see of what is happening in Barbados the more I wonder if HC was all a dream.

    How is it that we could have been exposed to such giants and our country, in our hands, is going down the tubes?

    How could we obey a rule as simple as a breach of common sense is a breach of the school rules and accept the crap that passes for modern Barbados?

    The judiciary is a product of HC yet we seem quite willing to accept that its performance is alleged to be mediocre ….

    ….. we don’t seem at all surprised when lawyers get held for breach of trust … and if you look closely you will recognise them from your time at HC.

    The QEH has in more than its fair share of old HC boys and girls yet we seem quite willing to accept its alleged mediocre performance

    What the hell happened along the way?

    We all know better.

    We were taught better.

    We all experienced what high expectations of us did to our motivation to excel.

    Where the hell are the leaders we were trained and expected to be?

    Maybe it was all a dream.

    I thought a lot about what GP asked …. why so few of us get involved.

    I think we may be ashamed that we cannot get a 2X4 island to run like our predecessors did!!

    Why are they no giants today …. or are there?


  36. old onion bags | November 11, 2013 at 7:51 PM |

    Cheeson bredds man…this thread still going…..wanna Kolij boys really needed to exhale…..Tank musse sorry all ya had to wait till this day to let it all hang out…..I still wants to kno who I to go and see bout getting back my red strand gutterperk that D Tank confiscated from this so called “park wild boy” who trespassed on unna hallowed grounds lickin down doves….
    +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    If you could start on the Big Field and Tank and Otto could start at the Headmaster’s Lodge and still catch you ……. all I can say is no wonder you could only get in HC as a trespasser!!


  37. Tank was an excellent Math teacher..I also recall Chili Willi and Mr Burton the art teacher. Lady Adams was also good .The other teachers mentioned before were all good in their own way. Mrs Sharpe was a favourite of mine. There was a French Canadian teaching French ..nobody liked that guy. RIP Tank.


  38. Rumour was rife that Tank used to have tea and sweet cakes at the Spark but it was believed that he was after the beautiful long haired fair lady who ran the establishment.Did Sidney Simmons include a chapter on the Spark in his book?
    Would Sidney say what he knew about Tank and the Spark lady gaffer.I seem to recall she was a Ms Kellman and was a very pretty lady.Tank clearly had an eye for beauty and could be heard singing a lusty baritone ‘My Eyes for Beauty Pine’as he treked back to the Heamaster’s Lodge after tea and cakes served up by Ms Kelly as the boys referred to her.


  39. GABRIEL
    WHAT IS SYDNEY SIMMONDS BOOK ABOUT

    THE SPARK USED TO SELL SOME NICE CAKES
    THANKS FOR REMINDING ME


  40. GP
    I don’t recall the name of his just published book of his memories of Roebuck Street,his primary school at the Roebuck St Moravian,then to Kolij and he speaaks/wrote of the many schools on Roebuck and the Spark was mentioned as the place where many of the girls and boys met.


  41. Jonny B Good | November 11, 2013 at 9:57 PM |

    Tank was an excellent Math teacher..I also recall Chili Willi and Mr Burton the art teacher. Lady Adams was also good .The other teachers mentioned before were all good in their own way. Mrs Sharpe was a favourite of mine. There was a French Canadian teaching French ..nobody liked that guy. RIP Tank.
    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    I remember the guy … once put our whole form in detention because someone called out “Bosey” and no one would own up!!

    He actually put “guards” chosen from the form on the doors of the detention room to ensure no repetition.

    He had a son there in first form …. poor fellow, I really felt for him!

    It was his father’s fault but he got his fair share of retribution as no one cared much for his father.

    Life is not fair!!

  42. are-we-there-yet? Avatar

    John
    I remember Mr. Hammond addressing the final year class on the last school day of the 1959 school year and giving us the platitudinous talk some of which you captured above. You are destined to be the Leaders of the society, Be upright in all things, Never a lender or a borrower be, etc. etc. I didn’t believe him but I wonder now if he was correct or not.

    That class had a collection of boys like myself from the lower strata of the society, a few who were from the upper echelons of the society and the majority from the lower middle class. Today, the scions of the lower class have all moved up a notch to the middle class. The ones from the middle class have generally remained there with just a very few breaking into the upper class. The ones from the upper class have actually shown a movement downwards to the middle class since in many cases the wealth of their parents could not sustain them over the years in their privileged positions.

    Many of us became Teachers and Public Servants. A few became professional workers (Medical Doctors, Lawyers, Accountants. Engineers. I don’t recall any Architects in that group). A few became Lecturers at the University in diverse subjects. Some emigrated and most of those also became Public Servants, Teachers, Lecturers, i.e. salaried persons in their scattered abodes. Many of these returned after their retirement from jobs in England or Canada or the USA as returning nationals with fairly comfortable pensions in the main but with no earth shaking achievements to their names. A few migrated from public sector jobs to work as salaried managers or accountants or engineers with big businesses but were never (afaik) the ones calling the shots.

    None of them, on the other hand, reverted to jobs as hewers of wood or drawers of water. Most are now retired and comfortable, if not wealthy. A state which seriously appears to be now threatened given the slide we are now experiencing in the economy of Barbados and the seeming portents on what appears to be a diminishing NIS fund

    A few (generally the dunciest, but with connections) went into banking and progressed rapidly up the ladder in that profession. One of those became a CEO of the BNB after working outside the Island for several years (In Canada I think). None of them became Politicians. Not one became an entrepreneur like Busy Williams or Bjorn Bjerkhamm or Mohammed Nassar (Who were contemporaries that did not have the benefit or shackles of a Kolij education). One of my contemporaries however, went fairly far in the banking environment and then left to start a flourishing business in St Lawrence Gap. Unfortunately he died some years ago. He was the only entrepreneur of the group that I recall.

    But who are the leaders of the society? I suspect most might say the politicians, the Doctors, the Lawyers, the Hoteliers, etc. i.e. the non salaried people with enhanced influence in the society by virtue of money, property, position, etc.

    I think that the HC students of my time, even though they learnt well, were not trained to take on meaningful leadership and move into the commanding heights of the economy or positions of influence.

    I suspect that things have changed somewhat however. The youngsters nowadays do not wear the shackles we did and not even the sky appears to be the limit for them. The Country, through the policies of both parties, has somehow been able to impress the current youngsters that they can do anything they put their minds to and that they are not limited to Barbados if they excel in their chosen fields. Only time will tell if the current direction we are travelling will allow that attitude to flourish.

    So John, the short answer is that HC did not train my generation to be leaders, at least the ones from the lower echelons of the society, and that in fact the images portrayed in the Hall were not the mirror images of my buddies and seemed too far removed from our lives for emulation.


  43. are-we-there-yet? | November 11, 2013 at 11:11 PM |
    YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT

    RE That class had a collection of boys like myself from the lower strata of the society, a few who were from the upper echelons of the society and the majority from the lower middle class.
    THIS IS THE REASON WHY THERE IS NO STRONG OLD SCHOLARS ASSOCIATION

    THESE GROUPS ONLY EVER EXISTED TOGETHER IN THE CLASSROOM …………NEVER OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL GATES

  44. are-we-there-yet? Avatar

    GP;

    Glad to see that someone agrees with me.

    The friendships forged at HC in my time were in the main related to the classroom or playing field only, except where there were groups that came from the same community. One generally left school at the end of the term and did not set eyes on one’s school friends until the beginning of the next term. Nowadays it is a little different as there is not as much classism there or in the society at large. But the Youngsters can’t stand many of us old fogies who think we have arrived and act as such. Imagine, the Old Scholars association at HC held a Black Tie dinner several years ago at which at least one rich but unassuming lawyer was turned back (By Monty Barrow) because he was not wearing a black tie.

    Even common extra curricular activities did not necessarily true friendships make because, imho, of the aura of elitism that pervaded the school and the classism it engendered.

    Some teachers did what little they could to break down that attitude but most also reveled in it. I think Tony Waldron who came later did much to democratize the thinking there.


  45. @John
    That son, I am very proud to say, was my very first detention after receiving my Prefect Badge!!! Bloody Idiot gave me lip when he should have been quiet as a Church Mouse.

    It was that very French teacher who slapped Dodson and Dodson’s Dad placed the gun in his stomach at the Supermarket in Oistins! He was lucky that Dodson did NOT stab him with the Dividers, he was plenty crazy!


  46. @are we
    The British System was and still is very class oriented. HC was undoubtedly one of the Elite Schools, so little surprise that 1950-60s was such.

    Otherwise we must remember that if you lived in Oistins you were unlikely to socialise with the Speightstown fellas out of school for the obvious reason of distance.

  47. are-we-there-yet? Avatar

    There is a slight difference.

    In Britain most elite schools cater to practically all elites or people who think they are elites or who consciously aspire to being elites. In Barbados, at HC in the 50’s and 60’s there was a lumpen mix of children from all the classes who, by the elite nature of the school, knew exactly what their places were.

    Most studied hard to improve their lot in life but that study did not, in many cases, a rounded education make and indeed might have left some scars.


  48. Carson C. Cadogan | November 9, 2013 at 2:07 PM |

    “how is it that so many BLACK Headmasters and Headmistresses died in Barbados over the years and I have never seen a single article written about them on Barbados Underground or brought over from another blog?”

    Never thought the day would come Carson when I would support your comment but never a truer word was spoken by you. It does not fall short of notice how quick we are to lavish persons of Mr Williams’ ilk and fairer complexion with praise when the occasion arises but are equally quick to cut down and vilify persons of lesser ilk and of our own black complexion at the slightest opportunity. Shades of massa always seem to permeate our bones.


  49. You are right about the socializing after school.

    It didn’t happen a lot.

    Even among people of the same class!!

    But did it ever happen a lot?

    Were holidays not a way of recharging batteries … far from the madding crowd?

    … a time when family stepped in and consumed your time?

    When your parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts did their thing and tried to influence you to go the “right” way?

    I enjoyed riding my bicycle about, sometimes alone sometimes with siblings.

    Also, my uncles and aunts had a lot of time for us as youngsters …… I can’t say the same of myself when I became an uncle. But when we gathered we usually welcomed “strays” … friends who would stray in and be part of the get together. Sometimes we played cricket, other times we enjoyed the beach and the sea.

    There was always food. That’s what good aunts did for you.

    Maybe what you identify as classism was nothing more than strong family units in existence at the time and the working of the extended family.

    My memory is that we did sometimes get together, not often, but occasionally as part of someone’s family gathering.

    Those gatherings do still happen but are more the exception than the rule.

    A friend a bit older than I am told me when he was a boy in St. Philip in the long holidays he got on his bicycle in the morning with the only admonition from his mother being … do not leave the parish!!

    He would cycle from family to family (not necessarily relations) … no doubt his mother was informed by telephone of his progress unbeknownst to him …. unless he left the parish!!

    If he found activity to his liking he stayed and took part, probably shared a meal and left for home in the evening with an idea of where he would go the following day.

    …. and when the holidays ended, it was back to school.

    Does the extended family still work in Barbados as an adjunct to school?

    I have seen it work in a few instances and been a part of it so I think it still does.

    It wasn’t wealth that determined the gatherings ……. it was usually about friendship and leadership … and of course families trying to provide a stable environment in which to raise their kids, occupy their spare time and still be able to keep an eye.

    Maybe we will be ok in the long run, but there sure is a lot of crap going on!!


  50. John however you may want to spin it it was a contrived affair.

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