'A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY'
THE HEADMASTER himself said it. By a brief homely expression of welcome to the representative gathering of Goldings
'Old Boys' Mr. Wheatley spanned the space of years between Mr. ? leaving the School in 1922 and the recently qualifying ?
of a few months.
One could not fail to be impressed by the progress of time and talents, graduating from white-wood deal trestle tables
(with metal mugs) and backless benches, to tasteful contemporary crockery and individual furnishings, supported by pastel
shaded designs, succeeding the time honoured wall scenes as we recall.
The erection of an Art wing, largely by the labours of the lads, from teak uprights to floor foundations and the near fulfillment
was hard to credit.
I looked beneath the bed in vain for the wicker basket which once contained the complete catalogue of one's personal possessions
and noted a generous locker designed to house a suit, shining shoes and a trove for treasures, which of course was a sacred space!
After more than thirty years absence I trod with trepidation in territory which once would have been trespass, but present day boys
appeared to enjoy freedom of movement and a sense of security, which spoke of studied psychology.
I missed the preponderance of prefects, eagle-eyed with report books at the ready, but of course the present boy will be more pious
than his predecessor?
The baths and beds must be a boon to every boy, but we would hope not taken too much for granted, having been bought by
successful scheming and converging co-operation.
Of course, to please everyone is always a tall order, but the new house surpassed expectation and everyone must be happy in
All in all the visitors received an object lesson in something attempted, something achieved.
None of us boys should fail to be eternally grateful for being fitted for the future. So, what about a big 'thank you' to all, from the
boys past and present, remembering that whilst none came too early or return too late, we pass the same way but once.
This piece was written by H Wilson, a Goldings Old Boy who left Goldings in March 1931.
It shows a reflection on the changes he noticed when he revisited In 1963.