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JOHN NEVILLE BARCOCK.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY CHAPTER 3
Chapter
3.
The 1950s
3.1 The 1950s began with the 1951
Festival of Britain
3.2 The end of rationing
3.3 Early Schooldays
3.4 My Teenage Years at school
3.1 The 1950s began
with the 1951
Festival of Britain which
turned out to be a very dramatic
experience for me. My mother and her sister, Aunt Ida, decided to have
a day out to the Festival of Britain exhibition on
the
South
Bank
of
the
Thames
and
the
funfair at Battersea Gardens in Battersea
Park . We got to the South
Bank exhibition and I remember seeing " The Dome of Discovery" but I'm
not sure what was inside. The "Skylon" mast was impressive and the
"Shot Tower" which was where there made lead shot for shotgun
cartridges by dropping molten lead from the top into water I think.
More exciting to me was to go to the funfair at Battersea Park. There
was a special river service to take visitors from the South Bank site
to Battersea Gardens. We had a look round the usual funfair stalls and
rides and then made for the Roland
Emett
train. This was a little railway made in his fantasy designs.
He helped design the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang car of the film fame. We
boarded an open carriage about 2 seats from the front in the station.
There were two trains which shared the single track and a baton was
exchanged where they passed just outside the station before entering
the single line to ensure safety. As the train started out slowly I
suddenly had a premonition that it was going to crash! Whether I had
seen the other train coming in I don't know but I knew something was
wrong. I grabbed my Mum's hand and shouted "We must get off, it's going
to crash" or some similar warning and pulled her up. We got out with
Aunt Ida while it was still moving and seconds later the two trains hit
head on. It was terrible, the crash and screaming people. In the melee
that followed we lost touch with Aunt Ida. All I wanted to do was run
but Mum kept hold of me and we remade contact with Aunt Ida in the
fairground.
I later learned that the engine of the train that hit us reared up and
crashed down on that first carriage we were in and killed a woman and
injured several others.
I sometimes wondered if I imagined I had a premonition, but the fact
remains that we escaped injury.
I found this reference to the crash in "Time"
July
23rd.
1951
3.2
The
end
of
rationing,
in particular sweet rationing most importantly to me. I associated that
with the return of Winston Churchill as prime minister and the end of
the times of austerity after the War. The rationing of sweets was the
only aspect of it that affected me as that was what my pocket money
went on, together with comics.
I used to collect as much of the others ration coupons as a needed, but
it never caused a great problem. Rowntrees gums, pastilles and loose
sweets were usually available, then with the end of rationing there was
a short period of euphoria as more sweets appeared and money was the
only restriction on having them. The novelty of excess soon wore off.
My favourite comics from the 40s were "Radio Fun" and "Film Fun" and
"Knockout". Then as I got older "The Wizard" which had stories in. But
the most prized were the super heroes "BatMan" and "Superman" and
"Captain Marvel". I collected those comics which if I had them now
would be worth a fortune, like the dinky cars.
3.3
Early Schooldays. My Junior School was Stimpson
Avenue in Northampton. It is still there as a Primary School. I was
there from age 8 to 11.
It was there that I developed my interest in sports, academic studies
were always rather boring to me although I enjoyed maths except for
mental arithmetic which I could never respond quickly enough to. But PT
(Physical Training) and any games I enjoyed a lot and could always have
a good go at. They had a school football team which I eventually played
for in the last year. My greatest triumph was being captain of the
"Cromwell" house athletic team at the school sports and we won the Cup.
I have a picture somewhere of that.
3.4
My
Teenage
Years at school were not the difficult times that
teenagers seem
to have now, although I had my moments I suppose. Significantly I
managed to pass the 11+ selection exam for Northampton Grammar School.
This is now the Northampton
School
for
Boys and is celebrating its centenary this year 2011.
Initially I thought I had failed because when everyone else received
their results letters, I didn't get one. But, to my surprise, and
everyone else I think, it came the next day with the good news. My
parents never made a fuss about it and I never had any special coaching
or promises of presents if I passed, but they were clearly delighted
and I got a new sports bike! This led me to join the Northampton
Invicta (cycle) Road Club eventually.
Being at the Grammar School was like sporting heaven and that was the
what I enjoyed most there. Academic studies were again not much
interest to me except maths, particularly geometry, and Latin strangely
enough. I suppose it is a mathematical language. Art was also a
favourite, but games were what I lived for. It was my introduction to
Rugby football and Cricket which I had played a bit but only for fun.
Those two games I think are the most enjoyable to play. The school
employed sportsmen as teachers and I was lucky to be there when Frank
Brookman of Bedford Rugby club and Frank Sykes of the Northampton
Saints rugby club and England and also Taylor of Saints and England
were there as sports masters. Frank
Sykes
was very well liked and a tribute to him and his wife is in
that link for their present work at Cate School,
California.
I did make the Northants County boys team and played at Franklins
Gardens where the Saints play. My rugby playing days continued with
the NGS Old Boys Association.

Here is the Colts team, some of the names I remember. I am 2nd
from right on the front row.
Back Row L to R:
?, John Pearson, Michael (Mick) Marlowe, ?
Centre Row L to R:
?, ?, ?, Barry (Fatty) Lewis, Price, Trigg.
Front Row L to R:
Keith Earl, Howard (Wally) Walton, ?, David (Spike) Botterill
(Capt.), ?, John (Nobby)
Barcock, John Greener