WINTER 2021

Huddersfield Branch Newsletter No 7

May-August 2021

As compiled by Brian Leonard


As I start to put together the contents of this newsletter, it’s nearing the end of November, snow is falling continuously and the outside temperature is freezing. If we needed a reminder that Christmas is just around the corner, it has already been delivered. Having been cleared to return to some form of normality over the last four months, we can now relax, give ourselves a pat on the back for all we managed to achieve in the period, and look forward to an enjoyable festive season.


This newsletter, laid out as usual in date order with submitted items interlaced between, is in my opinion a record of everything that is good about our branch and its members. Of necessity it includes sad news but the fundamental team spirit which drives our welfare support and fundraising actions shines throughout. In passing seasonal greetings on behalf of the branch, I take the opportunity to remind all readers that, at this difficult time for some, any support needed from your colleagues is only a telephone call away. That’s why we are here.


Mirfield RMG Inaugural Meeting Friday 17 September

The Mirfield branch of the RAF Association, once a thriving organisation, closed in the noughties. A couple of years ago Richie Conley, a serving Corporal on the Typhoon Operational Conversion Unit at RAF Coningsby, decided to attempt rejuvenation of his hometown branch. 


Having gathered sufficient interested members, and with the active assistance of REO Marc Boyle, Richie succeeded in obtaining Registered Members Group (‘RMG’) status for Mirfield in November 2020. This is the necessary first stage in the reformation process for a branch. The next step is to increase membership to over 60 persons, when they will petition the National Council of RAFA to become a fully-fledged branch. It is planned to reach this stage as early as February next year. Mirfield has a reputation for organising some of the best-supported military commemorations in the area, so the indications for this venture’s success in the town are encouraging.


COVID-19 restrictions brought about long delays in getting the group together face-to-face for the first time. However, they were not inactive. During 2021 Mirfield RMG has raised almost £3,000.00 for RAFA, by taking part in a 3 Peaks Challenge in June, the Wings Appeal collections in September and a recent Charity Quiz Night, where a further £250.00 was raised. It makes you wonder what they will be capable of when fully up and running.


The first time the new group was able to meet at their Old Colonial base in Mirfield was on Friday 17 September. It had been agreed with all parties involved that it would be a good thing if members from the Huddersfield branch could attend on the evening to give moral support and perhaps pass on experiences of running a successful branch. For this, our Chairman Stewart  Morris, Secretary Brian Leonard, and Committee Member Alan Mellor made the journey over to Mirfield, where they supported Marc’s slide presentation by relating the general outlines of the ways in which we run our administration. At the end of the evening Marc passed over the framed RMG Certificate of Formation to Richie, an indication of the progress he had made to date.


The photographs below show those attending on the evening and Richie and Marc with the presented certificate. We wish our nearest neighbours all success with this undertaking, hoping that they are able to complete it to target, and we remain available to support and assist at all times. 

Battle of Britain Street Collection, Saturday 18 September

To say that we had problems in obtaining permission for a Wings Appeal street collection this year is somewhat understating the situation. Late in the day we were informed that our usual Huddersfield town centre spot was out of the question (persisting COVID restrictions apparently to blame); we could however carry out a scaled-down collection in Holmfirth. Even this option was contested by the local Arts Group there whose exhibitions weekend, with collections, had been moved from its normal June date. After much toing and froing amongst contacts, our friends at the Lindley Community Group came to our rescue, offering the area around the village’s Memorial Garden for our use. The Kirklees Council Licensing Team assisted by issuing a last-minute street collection permit for Lindley, enabling us to inform the Arts Group that they could take our place in Holmfirth on this occasion. 


In the event our substitute location, although not as profitable as in the town centre, proved to be a popular choice for all attending. We collected a most acceptable total of £184.64 on the day. To add to our satisfaction, the Lindley Community Group then made the gesture of matching these takings, transferring a similar amount to our branch bank account. We are extremely grateful for this most unexpected (and later repeated) input from the village group. The ties between our two organisations are strengthening, delivering results of mutual benefit.

Brian Leonard, Sharon & Martin Pearson and Alan & Anne Mellor (apparently with angel wings) on the Lindley Memorial Garden site, whilst Stewart Morris demonstrates his street collection skills.

Battle of Britain Luncheon, Mirfield, 18 September

Due to their popularity with members and friends, it was decided to add another commemorative get together to our branch calendar. The new event would mark the end of Battle of Britain Week, to take place on the Sunday following our traditional Saturday Wings Appeal Street Collection in mid-September. As Lindley Liberal Club was unavailable, it was decided to take this first occasion ‘on the road’, to the Old Colonial, the base of the newly formed Mirfield RMG.  Although their local members were invited to attend, none were able to make it on the day.  Nevertheless, our party of around twenty members and friends enjoyed the company and traditional fare on offer in the slightly cramped circumstances of the pub. Most pleasing for us was that our two senior veterans Frank Smith and Gordon Cottrill – with the support of their carers – were able to make the journey and take part.

As usual at these events, Anne Mellor ran a fundraising raffle, including conclusion of the ‘Name the Bear’ board started the day before in Lindley.  With organiser’s luck (let’s call it that), it transpired that Anne had chosen the correct name for the bear.  She then surprised all present by passing the bear to Brian Leonard, with the instruction that he give this to his great granddaughter Elsie May.  

Elsie’s delight at receiving the bear is shown on this photograph. 


Did she like her present?  

That can be judged that by the picture of Elsie tucking him up next to her in bed that evening. The downside of this story?  The name she chose for him.  Not the suggested “Bertie Bear” but “Great Grandad Bear” as Elsie insisted.


Market Stall, Huddersfield Open Market

As reported before, when able, one of the first things we reintroduced was our popular market stall at Huddersfield Open Market, where donated items are sold with all profits going to our Wings Appeal. Instead of the normal three or four visits, this year the branch – under the leadership of Anne & Alan Mellor – ran the stall on total five occasions. The reason for the extended season? People kept giving us stuff for charitable disposal. No sooner had we appeared to run down supplies than new stocks arrived, sometimes unannounced. The power of Anne’s recordings on Facebook obviously influences this situation, bringing people without RAFA links to give freely for our cause. We are extremely grateful for all donations, as well as thanking those members who continue to take time out to assist on the stall. Our results make it all worthwhile.


It is with great pleasure that we are now able to record the results from our market stall days this year:

Tuesday 27 July £209.40

Tuesday 17 August £251.90

Tuesday 7 September £199.15

Tuesday 28 September £252.63

Tuesday 12 October £270.02

TOTAL £1,192.10


As can be seen, we have averaged takings for the Wings Appeal of over £200 per market day. No wonder that Sue Gibson, Eric Sykes, Sharon Pearson, Anne Mellor and Brian Leonard looked happy at the late September market day!

Coffee Mornings, Caffe Venecia, Huddersfield

Another advantage of the relaxing of COVID-19 restrictions for the branch was that our social  coffee mornings could resume. Attendance at the Caffe Venecia on Market Street in Huddersfield fluctuates – sometimes we have to grab extra seating, whilst on odd occasions we fail to fully take up our reserved places – but the arrangement for members and friends to meet outside branch meetings still fulfils its initial objective. We understand that not all can reach the branch meeting location in the evening or manage the upstairs trek to our room at Lindley. That’s why this regular daytime relaxed meeting possibility was introduced. If you haven’t made it to one of our coffee mornings yet, please give it a try. We have seats by the door reserved from 10am to noon on the last Thursday of each month, except for the December date as we do not plan a coffee morning in the period between Christmas and the New Year. Maybe you could make it a New Year’s resolution to join us there. The café’s Americano and Latte are recommended.

The September Coffee Morning



Andy Anderson’s Memoires – RAF Strubby (Part 1 of 3)

 

Note from Editor: The following is how Andy, in a 1990s journal, wrote out longhand his memories of earlier service years. His original text has been maintained throughout, as this serves so well to reflect the attitudes, companionship and humour which made Cold War situations in the Royal Air Force so special.

On Your Marks!”



My first posting into the Royal Air Force after  Apprentice Training was to RAF Manby, No 1 School of Air Warfare, in Lincolnshire. This did not seem an unfair posting for a newly qualified Aircraft Fitter Weapons.


On entering the unit, after the walk from the nearest railway station Grimoldby, I noticed some aircraft silhouetted against the dusking sky, Avro Lincolns, the modified version of the Lancaster. Immediate thoughts of the then fast jets, Hunters etc, were squashed out of all recognition in my mind’s eye. This was 1958, surely the Air Force had moved on since the war’s end some 12 years previously? It looked not, if visual evidence was to be relied on. Suddenly, in my disappointment, I could see the significance of the name of the nearest railway station, this was “grim” and certainly “old”. I’d better wait until the following day before fully condemning this to the historical archives and give it the last part of its name, pass it “by”.

 

First port of call in the morning was to the Armament Section OC, a Sqn Ldr Speigel. Well, this confirmed my suspicions, we were in the past, right down to an OC of the German variety. Upon my entering the hanger ASF, wherein lay the office of OC Armt, I was astonished in being amidst an assortment of Meteors, shiny Canberras and a couple of F4 Hunters. So the RAF had really moved forward, albeit indoors. A pleasant surprise though which did great things for my hopes of becoming acquainted with some fairly modern aircraft, and all jets too. Was there no end to this bag of surprises? Yes, there was, in the shape of OC Armament Squadron. A very abrupt gentleman. He proceeded to peruse my blue arrival card and asked if I was ex-Halton. “Yes, Sir” I replied. “OK. You’re for Strubby. See the Chief and get it moving”.


“Thank you, Sir” I replied, finding myself even more confused than ever. First thoughts, I’m not going to like this place and if this is the RAF, I’ve made the most dreadful mistake! Not an easy conclusion to reach after three gruelling years of apprentice training at Halton. Time to seek out the Padre and organise a bit of divine intervention courtesy Big G. I definitely needed a bit of a break in this streak of lousy luck.


This appeared much faster than anyone could have hoped in the shape of the Flt Sgt in the outer office. “Morning, lad, you’ll be going to RAF Strubby”. More a statement of fact than a question. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it”.


My immediate thoughts were, the main man works at some speed here. I’ve not seen the Padre and already I’ve met a human person. Suddenly life felt like living again. 


I duly made the rounds; arriving and clearing at one and the same time did not appear to cause any undue surprise amongst the permanent staff of this unit. Conclusion: There must be a great many people at this Strubby place, wherever it is. 


After a seven-mile trip in the back of the “shuttle” wagon, I duly arrived at RAF Strubby. What a wonderful surprise, aeroplanes positively festooned the place. In the air and on the ground there appeared to be a limitless abundance of them. This was the Aladdin’s Cave I’d been looking for; ‘kites’ everywhere and not a propeller to be seen or heard.


After another sortie of arriving and being told I’d report to the Aden Gun Armoury, I knew I’d   arrived in the place of my dreams. Even I knew that Aden Guns were not worn in a holster. Now, what could I remember about 30 mil Adens, or rather, what had I forgotten about them?


The AGA was representative of the unit as a whole, it was near enough to the peritrack to require you to look out for wing tips whistling past before stepping out the door – well, almost.


The airfield was a two-runway outfit but only one was ever in use. The lazy runway tended to be rather on the short side with extensions out of the question, due to a main road at one end and Strubby village at the other. 


On the eastern side of the airfield was the hanger and crew rooms of No 3 AWJR (All Weather Jet Refresher) Squadron with forty Meteors of mixed types – T7s, F4s & F8s. At the western side of the airfield was a smaller “wiggly-tin” hanger that housed 2 Squadron A Flight with Hunter F4s. In the centre of the airfield was another “w-t” hanger, the home of 2 Squadron B Flight Canberra B2 & B6 types, the pride of which were the record breakers Aries IV and V, the latter being a PR7.


All of this was positioned bang in the centre of the Lincolnshire farmlands. Flat, pleasant and definitely ‘farm’, judging by the aromas abounding at all times. Oh for the relief of the scent of jet fumes. Needless to say, our accommodation left everything to be desired, Nissen Huts in the farming district, with separate loos and showers in the Nissen Hut in the centre. Even the Mess was a Nissen Hut, some fair walk away by road or a short sprint over a field provided you felt confident enough to outrun the farmer’s prize bull which lurked therein. On occasion that particular route could become exceedingly short. Work, however, made up for all the shortfall in other areas.

My status as an ex-apprentice gave some advantage in that I was given the servicing of the Port Outer Gun of the four gun pack out of the Hunters.  We had eight aircraft and two gun packs per aircraft and so I was unlikely to run out of something to do.  The job had its rewards in that each group of “students” going through the Advanced Flying Course did an air firing programme.  This gave us armourers the opportunity to become part of the Squadron for a couple of weeks doing live air firing loads for every sortie.  On average we could use around four to five thousand rounds per day using only four aircraft.

Hunter F4s

Air firing had two modes, either air-to-air or air-to-ground.  In the first instance a Meteor T7 would haul a target banner on 30 yards of nylon rope behind it and the Hunters would fire at this using beam (side) attacks.  The overall effect would be to grossly heighten the stress levels of some Flight Sergeant pilot beyond the imaginable. 

                                                                           Meteor T7

In the second instance it became the turn of any unexpected coastal tourist to become horrified at the sight of a Hunter screeching beyond the beach, spraying 30mm dollops of lead around a normally tranquil stretch of the beach, with the accompanying uproar of sound.  All round, I believe the pilots preferred “mud shifting” to trying to hit a flag on a string.


Somewhere along the line I felt the need to expand my practical knowledge, probably an offshoot from my Halton days, however I managed to wangle a move on to 2 Sqn A Flight for a stint. The Hunters were certainly whiz kit compared to the AGA. I’d already had some griff on how to load and remove from the bomb bay tank in the Aires Canberras and the old ejection seats of that type, but working on Hunters beckoned more keenly.


During the course of the next eighteen months, I became an “old sweat” of the Hunter Brigade. In reality it was very much harder work physically and it required being outside in the most appalling weather conditions but we all loved it. Where else could one enjoy doing a job one liked so much with no limit of time involved? Awesome, a word that appeared long before the nineties, springs readily to mind.


Occasionally our daily routine was punctuated with a dose of mirth laid on by some unsuspecting pilot. Notorious for their dimness, they did provide a constant trail of amusing events: The Air Commodore on the Advanced Flying who attempted an engine start on the Hunter using the button which fires the engine bay fire extinguisher. “Good one Sir, please move the thumb over to the left a trifle and try again, and hope that the engine doesn’t catch fire.” The Wing Commander who snagged an aircraft in the 700 [RAF form for reporting snags] with the statement “Port main tyre almost needs replacement”. The closing entry must have lent some dismay as it read “Port main tyre almost replaced”. Or the other very senior ranked student who added the entry in the 700 “Friction locks cause throttle lever to stick” only to be informed by yet another closing entry to the effect that “That is why they are fitted”.


Then, of course, there was the case of the young Flying Officer who, after becoming airborne, would apply the wheel brakes, lock the lever and then select “Gear Up”.  All very normal you think, quite right. This only became an expensive problem on his return to Strubby where he’d join the circuit, ‘dangle his Dunlops’ and land with the brakes still on, leading to two distinct external bangs, followed by an unusually rough landing run. The embarrassing thing was the walk back over to the airfield, the painful bit was when the Station CO said that he’d pay for the tyres if it happened again. And it did, and he did.


There was one pilot who I’m sure did most things in great style. This is quite acceptable; many people are stylish in all they do but without incurring too much by way of expense. This particular fellow came swanning down to the hanger of a Saturday morning on the scrounge for an aircraft to take down to Little Rissington for the weekend, no doubt to show off in front of some young lady. It was the done thing in those days, all perfectly legal, provided in the first place that you had the basic rudiments of controlling features of the aircraft in question. This guy was a Meteor pilot with some hours on the Hunter T7 two-seater trainer. OK. So, he must be clued up on the F4 as it’s much the same at the T-bird, apart from the fact that you’re on your tod with no one to point out any possible discrepancies in your procedures, should such an event arise.


Anyway, he does his walk around, closely followed, but discreetly, by the ground crew “animoles”. He climbs in, straps the kite on his back and fires up the paraffin heater. Seems fine so far. He taxies out and heads for the far end of the main runway. Odd, he did not ‘disturb’ the flying controls. Most pilots do, if for no other reason to establish where they are. He lines up on the runway, brakes on, pours on the coals, brakes off and rolling. About halfway down the main drag the nose lifts, slightly, then clunks back down on the runway. If he does that too often, at that speed, the nose wheel will caster, snap the stop pin and land on the ground at a very embarrassing angle with the inevitable results. By now he’s rather well down the runway and  really beginning to grab our attention. 


Up comes the nose again and it stays up but for some unaccountable reason lift has not taken care of the weight problem yet. Alas, the runway threshold disappears beneath the main wheels. It now looks as if he has elected to go to Little Ris by road. On it trots, over the grass, through the fence, into the farmlands with beanstalks being snapped and scattered in all directions. At this point and unaware of the state of play in the main office, the aircraft breaks its legs and settles into a bit of a slalom across the field, eventually coming to a halt.


By the time we had ploughed through the debris, the illustrious ‘Driver Airframe’ is out of the cockpit viewing his trophies. Oh well, one less to put into the hanger.


The reason for the present state of affairs: In the Hunter, after engine start and when hydraulics are up to pressure, the pilot has two switches to operate. The names above the switches tell all: POWER AILERONS - POWER ELEVATOR. Self-explanatory, really! Another case of being certain of all requirements for flight before undertaking said flight.


Part 2 and Part 3 of Andy’s RAF Strubby memoires to follow in subsequent newsletters.


Don & Jean Irving’s Diamond Wedding 7 October

On the 6th of October former branch chairman Don Irving answered the door to his postman requiring confirmation of receipt for a special delivery package. When he and Jean opened this important looking envelope, they were astounded to discover it contained a card from the Queen, congratulating them on their Diamond Wedding Anniversary. The card may have arrived a day early, but the sentiment was overwhelming.


There then followed a manhunt to find out who was responsible for initiating this action. (Even I, as Secretary, was asked. Sorry, I regret to confess that I missed this opportunity. I was reminded though to send a congratulatory card from the branch). Nevertheless, it was eventually discovered that Jean’s brother Stan had arranged the surprise, an action which involved obtaining a copy of their wedding certificate and submitting the official form within the stipulated advance period, all completed without the pair’s knowledge. As well as Don and Jean, members Stan and Sue Gibson also deserve congratulations for the way in which they went about organising this most special commemoration of the anniversary.


As a follow-up to this, Don and Jean came to our monthly meeting on 14 October, bringing copies of the cards from the Queen and the branch. Jean also fetched pieces of their anniversary cake for distribution to all present. The photo below shows the couple with the cards and members at the meeting.

P.S. The cake was delicious!


Lindley 10k and Junior Run 17 October

We were given the chance to express our thanks to the Lindley Community Group for permitting the previous month’s collection by providing bodies to run the finishing line stand at their Lindley 10k and Junior Run on Sunday 17 October. An early start on a damp and windy morning was involved. The races had been postponed from their normal June date this year, so potentially bad weather was always going be a factor. 


Thankfully the rain held off, whilst the cooler conditions suited the runners. And our branch representatives were kept warm generally from their exertions in first erecting our marquee and separate booth, followed by the quickly mastered routine of handing out medals, bananas and drinks containers to all Junior competitors, additionally passing t-shirts, in desired sizes, to the finishers in the 10k event.


Two things we learned from this exercise: We did not need to put a separate fundraising stand in the Memorial Garden; we could have placed this next to our marquee outside Dress4Less. Poor Anne Mellor was sometimes left alone in the garden, slowly freezing whilst the rest of the team sweated cobs sorting and distributing handouts at the finish line. The second discovery was that Nigel Irving is unrivalled as a ruthless and efficient opener/disposer of supply boxes. There was a time during the processing of the needs of the hundreds of finishers that I found myself standing in open-mouthed admiration of the highly efficient teamwork being displayed by all my colleagues.


Fundraising Stand                                                                      'The Sharp End'

Just Checking....                                   Even the dinosaurs had our logos on their t-shirts

Although it was not the reason why we took part, Anne and her fundraising team managed to raise a commendable £49.70 for the Wings Appeal at our Memorial Garden booth, soon to be matched by yet another generous unsolicited donation by the Lindley Community Group.



✟ DAVID ARMITAGE (1934-2021)

David, one of our latest veteran branch members, passed away 23 October at the age of 87. He had first come to our attention last year as one of Hon Welfare Officer Anne Mellor’s nominated clients. Although in failing health, he enjoyed the services’ companionship that he was briefly able to revive during his time with us. Details of his time in the RAF – spent mainly on postings in the Middle East – were recounted in our last newsletter, where his beloved photograph collection was featured.


David had been able to join our Guard of Honour at the funeral for Jean Pedelty in July, as pictured left.  His blazer badge then reflected his overseas service, a detail of which he was very proud.  At his funeral on 16 November at Huddersfield Crematorium, branch members were able to repay the respect to him by providing a Guard of Honour with standard bearer (Alan Mellor), plus an RAF flag drape and floral emblem.


Essentially a private unassuming man, at his request the funeral service was short and basic.  He did not want a wake, just a simple remembrance ceremony.  His wishes were respected.

As David did not have close relatives living nearby, it fell to Anne Mellor to take over responsibilities for his welfare.  His only brother Alvin lives in Australia.  Thankfully the siblings were able to keep in touch via Facetime regularly whilst David’s condition permitted. Arrangements were made for his funeral to be streamed live over the internet, allowing his family down under to watch proceedings live.  


Anne and Alan have now dealt as far as they can with the disposal of David’s estate and passed proceedings, as requested, to his solicitor for completion.  One final act they carried out was to bring the floral tributes from the funeral to his home to rest on David’s cherished garden bench. 

Armistice Day Thursday 11 November

Initial planned arrangements for the Armistice Day service at the War Memorial in Greenhead Park, Huddersfield, were to be limited to standard bearers and wreath layers from the representative organisations only.  All this was assumed to be in line with ongoing COVID-19 restrictions.  However, once our friends at the Huddersfield Veterans Association got involved, plans were quickly reverted to the standard procedure.  The Vets would not countenance two years in a row  without a parade!


Circumstances dictated that our representation was smaller than customary, without a standard bearer, but as usual our Branch President Jason McCartney MP could be depended upon to attend and lay our wreath at the ceremony.


The photograph shows our small group inspecting the laid wreaths after the service, including the usual ornate Sikh laurels and the remarkable handmade garland from representatives of the local Jamaican community.

Remembrance Sunday Service, Lindley, 14 November

At the October branch meeting, our plans for marking Remembrance Week were discussed at length by members. It was eventually decided that, although a few of us would attend the Festival of Remembrance at Huddersfield Town Hall on Friday 12 November and take part in the Armistice Day Service the day before, we would not participate as a branch in the town centre activities of Remembrance Sunday. It is sad that we had come to this conclusion but previous dissatisfaction with the organisation of the parade, plus the fact that fewer of our group can now march easily, influenced this position.


The comment was made “Lindley are organising a service on the day, to start at noon. Could we perhaps join them?” This proposal would suit for two reasons: it would cement our ongoing close relations with the organising Lindley Community Group, whilst it was to take place at a time and location offering a sufficient interval to stroll after the event to nearby Lindley Liberal Club in preparation for the afternoon’s Remembrance Luncheon. The proposal was accepted and the organising group informed of our intention to attend, in RAF Association attire and with branch standard.


By the time that the event came around, the branch had been assigned two dedications at the service, to be delivered by Brian Leonard and Nigel Irving, (The initial information given was that these would be short pieces; upon arrival it was discovered that the scale of their contributions, as printed in the service programme, had increased substantially). 



The well attended open air service – officiated by the vicars of both Lindley churches – was totally appreciated, particularly the oration delivered by the mother of a local soldier killed in Afghanistan a few years ago.

The pictures on the top row show the preparations for, and delivery of, the service in a temporarily fenced off area adjacent to the ‘Lindley Remembers’ memorial. The photographs below display the wreaths and personal tributes laid at the memorial (including one from our branch), highlighted by the show of knitted poppies which was attached to the neighbouring tree in the garden.


The universal conclusion: This is a remembrance ceremony arrangement we will be delighted to repeat.



Remembrance Sunday Luncheon 14 November

After all too long an absence, it was a pleasure to be back once more amongst members and friends at Lindley Liberal Club for one of our dinners. With around thirty guests, including Cllrs Cahal Burke and Anthony Smith who accepted the invitations we had extended to Lindley Community Group, the luncheon had that comforting companionship that we have all missed over the last couple of years. Enduring restrictions dictated that a buffet selection was not possible, so guests were subject to nominated seating – illustrated by the individual place cards provided – to guide the serving of meals. Those who attended praised the quality of the provided fare, courtesy of the outside catering team engaged.



An uncaptioned collage of photographs from the day follows, but the following exception is made to incorporate a recently received picture:

  Pat Archer in Uniform                                                    Pat at the Remembrance Luncheon             


REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY LUNCHEON 14 NOVEMBER

Wings Appeal 2021

As usual, the Wings Appeal collection total for the year was calculated at the beginning of November, as the deadline for reporting and transferring the amount raised to RAFA HQ falls   during the second week of this month. 


Despite all the difficulties encountered over the last twelve months, the branch is pleased to announce that a total of £3,345.59 has now been sent off. 


It may interest you to know the breakdown of this figure:

20p Collection Jars £188.38 5.6%

Misc. Donations £180.13 5.4%

Donations from Rebates £487.27 14.5%

‘Money on the Table’ £96.00 2.9%

Collection tins £114.99 3.4%

Amazon Smile Rebates £13.46 0.4%

Funeral Donations £595.38 17.7%

Market Stalls £1,192.10 35.5%

Battle of Britain Collections/Donations £487.88 14.5%

TOTAL £3,345.59


Thank you to Branch Treasurer Nigel Irving for providing these breakdown figures and to all who have been involved in any way – however small – in making this excellent result possible. And we’ve already got money in the pot for Wings Appeal 2022…

 

A Christmas Story

As was described in the last newsletter, branch Vice-President Frank Smith succeeded in being evacuated from Crete in May/June 1942. From there he was sent to Palestine to recuperate. (The land was still known by this name; the State of Israel was not founded until May 1948).


Frank recalls his visit to Bethlehem on Christmas Eve 1942:

“The unit was given leave over the Christmas week. My oppo and I spent it in Palestine. The weather on Christmas Eve was diabolic. Snow, rain and bitterly cold. Away in the valley we could see shepherds watching their flock around a huge fire. We made it into the church at Bethlehem where we heard part of the service”.


A short summary of a memorable life event. Thank you, Frank. 


A Christmas Greeting


You may recognise this card, which Joan McCallum has asked me to use again this year.  In the past she used to place a similar message in the pages of the Huddersfield Examiner but this became so difficult to organise that she now sends her seasonal greeting via our newsletter. 


Her message to all members this year is shown left. Joan has donated £20 to branch funds for allowing this opportunity.


We join Joan in passing these greetings to everyone and thank her for her kind thoughts and actions

Hospital Entertainment Campaign

Maintaining the spirit of giving at Christmas, it’s uplifting to report a campaign recently initiated by Anne Mellor and the tremendous immediate reaction it has received.


One aspect of her welfare work had bothered Anne considerably during the extended period of  restrictions brought about by the pandemic; that of the lack of entertainment facilities available to inpatient clients at local hospitals. In particular, she had been incensed that a recently passed veteran had been left without stimulation during his times in hospital. He spent his time staring at blank walls. Even the availability of a clock had been denied as these “are in greater need on  other wards”, according to one nurse. 


The situation was brought to a head for Anne when she heard that another of her hospitalised clients, who loved watching TV, was restricted personal access to a set for very limited periods. When her husband offered to bring in one, which could stay on the ward when his wife was discharged, his proposal was snapped up. “Could this arrangement be extended?” was Anne’s immediate reaction. Her idea was to add radios, CD players, headphones and other personal     entertainment items to the list of things to offer to the hospital.


Within hours – not days – of Anne making enquiries amongst branch members and friends, the initiative was underway, with magnificent responses. She first discussed possibilities with a consultant at the hospital, known to the branch for his work with the Air Training Corps and support for the Armed Forces Covenant, who told her that he could organise the necessary PAT testing and sanitising of any donated items.


The next step was to advertise the initiative. At the time of writing, promotional material for the undertaking is still being finalised, but Anne’s initial Facebook entry brought a great response. Just look overleaf at what Anne has ready to hand over now, having made her first labelled delivery – to obvious delight of the nursing staff on duty – to a ward on Huddersfield Royal Infirmary a couple of days ago.

The motivation for Anne’s initiative was to make entertainment possibilities available for her clients, to stop them “being bored silly” whilst in hospital.  Now, with the help of branch members and friends, the scheme will extend to all those – mainly elderly – inpatients at both hospitals in the Calderdale & Huddersfield NHS Trust who can benefit from this entertainment stimulus.  The wards where the aged patients are most likely to be found have been targeted for donations at both hospitals.  This approach will also ensure that any veterans, who are unknown to us, will nevertheless be able to benefit from the initiative.  Experience has shown that we don’t always know the veteran status of many.  This scattergun method should ensure that they are not overlooked.

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On this seasonally heart-warming note, I wish to close this newsletter. Thank you for staying with us to the end of this – probably the longest – record of our activities and achievements. Until the next newsletter, please keep up the outstanding work and have a relaxing and peaceful Christmas & New Year.

 

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