St Edward’s College, Cheswardine Hall
Mine is: Music
Such a large part of daily life, in liturgy, celebration and relaxation. From the Pell Wall March by Bro Louis and two part vocals of Psalm 33 to Gilbert and Sullivan, Handel, Holst Beethoven, Verdi. Days when sharps and flats meant music.
Such a large part of daily life, in liturgy, celebration and relaxation. From the Pell Wall March by Bro Louis and two part vocals of Psalm 33 to Gilbert and Sullivan, Handel, Holst Beethoven, Verdi. Days when sharps and flats meant music.
memories
Mine is: The silence
Though Cheswardine was a school it was a place of silence: the silence of the English countryside. And there was no finer place to relish it than a summer walk alone round Cheswardine's lake. The warm sun throwing patterns at your feet through the trees and shrubs, the pheasant's call, Spring's cuckoo, the zzzzz-zzzzzz of a bee stopping and starting amongst the Azaleas, the splash of fish and water-hen, the scented air, the cotton-wool clouds in the water, rippling under a soft breeze. The stopping to sit and wonder on the rock. Nourishing silence for a young spirit.
What is your abiding memory?
Mine is: Football
- pulling on the faded blue and yellow scratchy fabric of the school football team and running out onto the pitch so proud that I felt I could burst. I have many memories of that idyllic life at St Edward's - football is just one of them but a special one.
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Mine is: What it gave me - It was a wet autumn day and I had spent a long time on the computer searching through websites and cutting and pasting to organise a presentation I was due to give at a re-union of Military Policeman in October 2007. I had been at it for quite a while when as a break I started to check the area for somewhere to take my wife for lunch the day of the re-union. While checking the map I came across Cheswardine no lunch venue but lots of memories. Within a short space of time I found: http://www.stedwardscheswardine.com/memories.html My day changed as I read other peoples memories and peered at photos of a life long ago. I too had my life changed by going to St Edwards Cheswardine and I remember the early mornings being woken up in "the ice box" an apt name for the dormitory. I came to St Edwards from St Helens an industrial town in South West Lancashire, where I had attended the local catholic school famous for producing rugby league players. That was the hardest part of moving I had to give up rugby, it was not played at St Edwards. I did try to like soccer and I remember all the discussions about the merits of the then first division teams. I remember being taken to watch "Wolves" and "Stoke" play and I remember after the Munich Air Disaster watching the new "Busby Babes". The major change that happened and lived with me whereever I went in later life was a love of music. Proper music, one trip to see the Halle Orchestra play and my life was changed. Like a lot of boys I did not stay but a couple of years after leaving St Edwards I joined the army and became a military policeman. The discipline and military routine was easy after Cheswardine. I was normally up and shaved before they came to shout abuse, Br Phillip and self discipline remained with me. Over the years as a soldier my faith and early education was a great support and comfort, and I for one am glad I had the opportunity to share the experience and life at St Edwards.