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Editorial Note: In 1940 the School was evacuated
to make room for occupation by troops operating close to the English
Channel and to resist an expected invasion by the Germans from the continent.
Students of the School were first moved to Cheltenham and, later, to
Saunton Sands in North Devon for the duration of the War. Some few boys
were sent to the Queen Victoria School, Dunblane, Scotland. Following
is a memoir by Ron Field (1942-48) who, though nominally a Dukie, spent
his school years at QVS, Dunblane. His story is very much a part of the
Duke of York's history. It was in the winter of 1941 when I sat the entrance/qualifying examination
for the Duke of York's Royal Military School. My parents had registered
me for consideration prior to the outbreak of hostilities some years
previously. I sat the examination whilst a pupil at the state primary
school in Auchterarder in Perthshire, Scotland, where our family were
living in rented accommodation, accompanying my father, who was serving
in a Scottish Regiment of Artillery at the time. This Regiment had previously
been a Scottish TA Regiment in Ayrshire and had been annihilated in the
Dunkirk area in 1940. It had reformed at Newmarket where my father joined
them and was then posted back to its native area to form part of the
52nd lowland Division, its first location was coincidentally in Dunblane,
where we lived for a year and I attended the local school. It was of
course, whilst we were there that I saw my first Dukies' who had been
evacuated to the Queen Victoria School a year or so previously. The Duke
of York's member of staff who had accompanied the boys lived in the same
road with his family as did my parents and his son went to the local
primary school with me. Subsequent to my being accepted by the Duke of
York's, my parents asked if I might join the Dunblane contingent rather
than go to the main school then housed in Devon, since it appeared that
my Mother would be living alone in Scotland for the duration of the War.
This was agreed, and so it was that I became the first Duke of York's
boy to join this contingent direct from home in April 1942. Others (Beat,
Smith [2 brothers], Peachey, McGuirk etc) were to follow in each of the
intake terms.
So, at the commencement of the summer term, my mother took me back to
Dunblane and the QVS, where we soon found ourselves sitting in the waiting
room in the School Hospital, where new boys underwent medical examination.
I recall that mother sat next to a lady who was the mother of a boy called
Fred Wrisberg. The last time I saw Fred, he was the Drum Major of the
Scots Guards in Malaysia circa 1968. It was all very thrilling and I
am sure that the feeling of independence held already begun to take over
and the mental picture I have of the day remains quite vivid at the time
of writing. When I joined there were approximately 80 boys left of the
original contingent and I am unaware of the original number, although
Chapter 22 of "Play Up Dukies" quotes 120. We were all housed
in one dormitory with a small overflow in a small dormitory, which was
normally used to house the QV new entries. This practice was discontinued
during the initial stages of the Dukie stay and new boys were sent straight
to companies. Certainly I was placed in a 'dorm' right next to the Monitor's
bunk with a sort of 'trustee' boy to look after me I believe my mentor
was Marsdon. The main dormitories were built to house 60 (I think) and
we were certainly overcrowded. Other dormitories housed the QVS boys
and I have no recollection of any other premises being occupied on a
temporary basis. Together we formed "E" Coy under the guidance
of CSM (Efco) Halsey who had moved North with the original party, there
were four other Companies of QVS boys and there existed much friendly
rivalry between us.
Names of the original contingent of Dukies still in residence that come
to mind are Kemp, Ridge, McDonald, Aspland, Watmough, Mallet, Mantell,
Beadle, Orchard, Marsden, Kent, Wilson, Kitney, Caine, Cross, Parkinson
(2 brothers) to name but a few, there were no prefects amongst us and
a QVS 'Monitor' was seconded to the Dukie Dorm (originally Kidney, then
Patterson). Ridge also had a brother there but I have a feeling that
he joined straight from home subsequent to myself. I recall that the
elder 'Ridge' was a fantastic athlete who remained a roll model for me
throughout my limited sporting life. However, he left during the early
stages of my time and I believe went to Arborfield to the Apprentices
College with a large party of boys who seemed to have arrived at the
end of their school career about the simmer of '43. At the end of the
school's well-disciplined day, boys were required to have and overall
wash or a bath once a week according to bed section occupied. They then
stood on a 'Boxes Soldier' at the end of the bed to await inspection
by the Company Sgt Major (i.e. Housemaster) or his deputy in the form
of the Company Monitor, Indeed the scene in the dormitory (dorm) on my
first night still conjures up a smile on my face as I found it so hilarious
that I am sure that I laughed myself to sleep. At home, I had been used
to sleeping in pyjamas of course, but the form of nocturnal apparel in
use at the school was a flannelette nightshirt, garments that I had never
seen before.
Boys were issued with two very large shirts when they entered the school
in the hope that they would last the boy through his six years (maximum)
at the school. This assumed an uninformed rate of growth and an equally
uniform rate of garment shrinkage-, which of course did not occur. I
found the sight of the boys flitting around in huge nightshirts and tall
boys whose apparel was blatantly insufficient, standing on their temporary
pedestals, most amusing. The similarity between small boys in overlarge
nightshirts and Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs can be imagined!
Also, the boys who had outgrown the Quartermasters expectations created
the impression of being sort of male St Trinians, this was followed by
the period after 'lights out' when one could see them moving silently
about between beds, swapping comics of going to the loo (purporting to
have forgotten to 'go' previously). Their actions visible in the shadows
created by the dim blue naked light bulb. Which was positioned. (unshaded)
high in the ceiling in the center of each dormitory. The overall effect
was one, which made for a most happy day for my introduction unto school
life.
The following day was equally truly amazing. I followed the QV group
procedure of indoctrination, i.e. learning how to clean my boots properly.
Needless to say, being a military family, my parents had ensured that
I was well versed in this chore prior to leaving home, but what an experience
it was to be taught how to darn socks! We were ushered into the school
Sewing Room where some dear ladies spent some considerable time teaching
us how to darn socks, which (in theory) we would be required to do for
the rest of our school life. There were some dreadful socks for us to
practice on with huge hole in them. Some so large that the 'mushroom'
(remember them?) went straight through! We were also sent to an empty
classroom where we were shown how to write letters home because one period
of the day in class would be set aside each week to enable us to perform
that task.
The CSM showed us how to make beds and keep the issued items in the
appropriate place etc. a senior boy showed us where to stand, waiting
to be called in the Dinning room for our meals - very importantly - it
was stressed that there was to be no talking whilst in that position.
I soon settled down into the routine of the school and have no recollections
of my early school life except to find that I was very happy. I had already
achieved my first certificate of education by passing the school entrance
examination, which was deemed to be the equivalent of the Army 3rd Class
certificate. I was placed in the 3rd form, which was the highest class
in the lower school. (There were only two!). Here I studied for my Army
2nd Class certificate, which I took and passed at the end of my first,
term and thus entered the senior school. And so it was that at the ripe
old age of 12, I found myself in possession of two certificates of Army
Education, a situation that was to stand me in good stead in my future
career in the Army. However, we did not receive the paper cert for the
Army 3rd. I know not why.
We wore our own uniform in the initial stages when 'Walking Out' and
the brown jumper khaki shorts and stockings with regulation boots when
in school. QV boys wore blue jumpers and shorts, green 'hose' and brogues.
CSM Halsey catered for our every need and we paraded as a separate company.
Other than that we were treated as a completely integrated part of the
school. The primary trade amongst the original contingent seemed to be
in Tailoring. Although a few were subsumed into the Military Band and
the Drum Section. The latter two did not originally (in my time), form
part of the Band or Pipes and Drums when performing out of school. This,
however was to change.
Elder boys from both schools left at the conclusion of the summer term
having reached the end of their school careers - mainly into boy service
of the Army, and the number of Dukies thus became further depleted. It
was therefore decided circa 1943/early 44, that we should be completely
integrated within the QV company. 'E' Coy was disbanded consequently,
CSM Halsey returned to Taunton. The History of the DYRMS records that
when the shelling of Dover began in 1940, the decision was made to evacuate
the school site which became a transit camp for troops(!) and: - initially,
some boys were housed in huts at Cheltenham, while the remainder were
sent to the Queen Victoria School Dunblane. These were of course only
temporary measures, while the search went of for premises, which could
accommodate the whole school. Before the end of 1940 the Saunton Sands
Hotel in North Devon had become the DYRMS for the duration of the War.
It was converted from the Hotel and in the spring of 1941, the school
became fully operational again.
In a later Chapter, Bill Masterson the then QVS Quartermaster records
that upward of 120 boys were received at a time when Major W. L. Clarke,
the Headmaster, was performing the duties of Headmaster and Commandant
as Colonel G. E. Hall had been recalled to the colours, neither establishment
seems to have recorded the names of the boys which I find quite extraordinary
in a time of war - especially since both schools practiced a system of
school numbering. "These were of course only temporary measures" had
a hollow ring to it to the English Dukies.
The dukie dorm was returned 'B' Company and the practice of segregating
new boys during their first term was reinstated. I found myself in 'C'
Company as a Boy Sgt, but moving to 'A' Company on being appointed Monitor
under CSM Maxwell shortly afterwards. Younger mortals continued to grow
and stretch wartime clothing restrictions. A new intake occurred each
year at the commencement if the Summer Term, containing boys for both
schools, although the Dukie element was small and died off after 1946.sometimes
the off 'new boy' would arrive outside the standard intake, mainly due
to a parent having been killed. The available Dukie uniform was at a
premium, so slowly we were all issued with the QV uniform to wear in
the school and those in the Bands were issued with the full dress uniform
from the Pool of ceremonial dress and taken to form parts of the bands.
There were no Dukie Pipers at this time! However, some boys performed
in the Drum Section and were thus integrated into the Pipe Band.
Derek Parkinson - one of the original contingent became a Company Monitor
and I believe was the first of us to wear the QV uniform all the time.
He left to join the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. However, one or
two of us who followed on behind tended to reverse the practice and wore
the side hat and long khaki trousers whenever possible. In my own case,
I had an enforced diversion, as the school could no longer provide the
Dukie uniform, as I had grown rather tall. Accordingly I wore the general
service khaki jacket with the universal General Service Corps large buttons
whilst in school. In 1947, having been appointed 'Company Monitor' two
years previously I became the Senior Monitor or Chief School Prefect/
Head Boy, call it what you will which gave me 2/6d per week 'school pay'
which was quite a lot of money in those days.
I was the first Dukie to be accorded this honour, to be immediately
followed by two others in rotation Derek Peachey and Ron Smith. The system
of 'school pay' is worthy of record. For each year of attendance without
blemish, a boy received 1d per month, which was credited to a pocket
money account administered by the CSM. Additionally boys received pay
according to rank viz;
Each boy had two accounts. A savings account and a pocket money account and one's 'wages' were split equally between the two. The latter being virtually sacrosanct with the CMS having to be totally convinced of a genuine need for withdrawals, sometimes requiring parental consent. Of course, a boy's parents provided him with pocket money as they saw fit, but another extremely lucrative source of revenue was the money earned during the Christmas term when we were called out to go potato picking. This activity started as part of the War Effort but was to continue to the end of my school days. Local farmers applied to the school for x number of boys and classes were nominated for the task by farms, with a Monitor attached to preserve discipline. Oh! How we all looked forward to this period. It was great to be out in the cold air and experience the marvelous scenery of the picturesque Scottish countryside - even when it was raining. And after all, anything was better than lessons. We all slept well as
the result of these activities and were quite crestfallen when farmers
did not indicate that we were required the following day, or indeed on
the day itself if the weather was inclement.
Boys studied for the Army First Class Certificate of Education in the
main stream of the Senior School and later the Scottish Junior Leaving
Certificate, with others in the lower stream leaving at the appropriate
time. To progress from the Senior School to the 6th Form one had to have
such certificates and here, one studied for the Army Special Certificate
of Education and the Scottish Higher Leaving Certificate. I was lucky
enough to obtain the former, which stood me in good stead on leaving
to take up my chosen profession - the Army to become third generation
soldier in our family. Sadly, I failed to obtain a direct place at Sandhurst
so went 'up' via the hard way' as it has always been known. The following
term, the 6th Form was discontinued and promising boys were sent to the
local McLaren High School for their final stages of education. One such,
Ron Smith married his childhood sweetheart from those days in due course
and is now the President of the Old Victorian Association.
Dukies worked hard, played hard and made quite an impact on the Queen
Victoria School during our privileged time there. Sport teams were peppered
with boys from our number. We benefited tremendously from the education
provided in magnificent surroundings in the foothills of the Ochills
in a time of conflict and the aftermath of War. I have happy memories
of going over the top or out of bounds and bounding amongst the heather
of Sheriffmuir. Many of us are still proud to have been selected under
the banner of the Duke of York's Royal Military School and in addition
benefited from the hospitality of the Queen Victoria School, recently
described as being Jewels in the MOD Crown'. I have often felt that many
Scots boys, deserving of a hood education and suitably qualified were
deprived of attending the QV owing to our presence. I feel that our existence
is worthy of more recognition by both establishment when recording their
histories both in print and in the Museums, we did exist and must not
be permitted to become the forgotten few Peter Caine and Paul Wilson,
whose ashes are interred adjacent to Nye Hall, are testament to our loyalty.
Conversely, Ken Kitney who sadly died in early life subsequently to leaving
school is interred in Dunblane.
© Ron Field (1942-48) |
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