I am Gerald Murray.
Mirfield old boy 1967 – 1972.
Africa from 1982 to 1989.
1989 left Verona Fathers and the Catholic Church.
1989 -2005 married in Italy. Divorced.
2005 – 2007 various odd jobs.
2007 Probation Officer.
In April or so I went to an old boys gathering in Glasgow. I was happy to
meet a lot of middle aged and older men that I hadn’t seen in a number of
years. I was less than happy not to meet a number of people who had not come.
I spoke to a number of people during and after this reunion (including Paul
Towey, conspiracy theorists stay calm).
I fully intend to attend other such reunions in concordance with my finances
an health ( I am a poor, fairly healthy Probation Officer).
In the wave of the reunion, however, I began to hear tales of self harmng,
depression, sexual abuse etc. My memories of Mirfield had been, up to that
point, happy, a tough but overall great experience lived with a bunch of guys
that were worth knowing.
I received an email from Degs (cheers mate) who drew my attention to the
Mirfiels memories blog. I came, I read and I felt sick – sick not to have
noticed the suffering of some of my fellow seminarians.
I do not consider myself a believer in any form of God, supernatural power or
presence, first mover etc. I follow, way back, in the trail of Hitchens and
Dawkens without their crusading hatred for religion.
As for my other co-seminarians, I beg you forgiveness for not having noticed
or having been aware of your suffering, my suffering was negligible.
I have great memories of Mifield on the whole. I have a recurring memory which
comes to me while I am painting (walls and ceilings). It is the memory of
simging in the choir at St Paulinus in Dewsbury just before Christmas. Why? Je
ne sais pas. I have other great memories of football (I played for Scotland,
just like BIlly Bremner), canoeing, Huddersfield market, Heckmondwick,
Hartshead and Robertstown. Parents days, holidays, getting woken up by music,
Mrs emories of whatsername’s purple hair. Walking in the bog near the wood.
Happy to go home to get back.
My life has changed since I found out how naive I had been. I have made
mistakes before and will do again. I would love to hear / share other
AC Milan rules (season ticket holder from 1990 to 2002)