This photo ... Read onAfter the sad news of Kathy passing on last Thursday I got to wondering about all the friends we have made and mislaid over the years.
Back in our Osnabruck days at 12 Field Workshop (REME) we had a lot of fun with a Brown Job by the name of Robert Holden-Rushworth. I got to thinking that there can't be many around with that name so had a blog search. I came up with Philip Holden-Rushworth in Canada (I think). We knew that HR's old man was RAF and was called Philip, so we e-mailed him. He kindly replied with a contact e-mail address for our very own HR.
To cut a long story short, an exchange of e-mails lead to a telephone call this afternoon.
It appears HR is alive and well and living in darkest Wiltshire. It was lovely to hear him again and, hopefully, we will not let contact slip away so easily this time around. It is reassuring to realise that people don't really change with age, so many years have past and HR's mind still has three things going on whilst he is trying to tell you about one! He is still doing his own thing, mind of his own, living at a tangent to (most of) the rest of the world. That's what we love about him and are really glad that life's hiccups haven't soured him - as far as I could tell from one telephone call!!
We hope to get together soon for a major chat, don't worry all will be updated on this blog.
Now, if there is anyone else out there who remember Paul and Val Mann from their RAF days. Or if you recall Cheryl or Emerson Mann, two Scalee brats!
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The Dark Haired One here. The only way I can post a comment now is to right-click on Comments (not Links) and then left-click on the top of the Drop Down - ie Open. This wasn't the usual route previously - but I'm finding a way! I'm about as IT savvy as an empty coke bottle - but getting there.
Anyway, further to your email to Leon following his Suffolk Sojourn - the last time we were all together was, as you recollected, the August Bank Holiday Friday night of '76 - prior to you and I moving to Knebworth for 2 days of Stones/Skynyrd etc - 120,000 of us.
We booked into my sister Claires' pad in Kentish Town on the Friday afternoon, then sat outside on the steps in the evening sun with a few Carlsbergs. We waited patiently for Dave Litchfield (Dave the Rave + Robert Plant lookalike)to appear up the escalator of the tube 100 yds away. I had his Knebworth ticket, and we were then moving on to meet Leon.
An hour later, and now having finished a bottle of wine as well, we gave up and left a note for him on the door. No mobiles in those days! We moved on to the Red Lion in Fulham where Leon was setting up for the house band - New York Public Library (?!) - The 3 us of spent the gig sitting at the foot of the stage - facing the punters. Precocious brats! We didn't care. Having helped pack up post- gig Leon dragged us, with the band, (now 0100 Hrs) to some dive - I don't know where. Somehow got back to Claire's and still no sign of Dave. Dragged ourselves out to Hertfordshire the next morning in bright hot weather. Sister Claire and her boyfriend of the moment somehow found us, and a good time was had by all. Particularly remember some outstanding aerobatics from various aircraft that appeared over the site through the afternoon. And the hundreds of Confederate Flags that appeared as soon as Skynyrd came on.
Anyway - Still got Dave's ticket, Mint and Intact. Sell it on ebay? I don't know how!
Greetings from Suffolk and love to all. (No. 11 of 137).
Blue Skies.
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