Eddie (Edwin) Roberts
Who is this visitor to the blog you may ask?
I am now 66 years old and walked the corridors of Mirfield from 1963 to 1967 and then moved up to Allanton for a year from where I was dishonourably discharged as a result of an unhealthy (still a matter of opinion) encounter with beer and ladies.
I shared the classroom often with John Docherty, Leonard Rowland, and David Glenday in particular and had a close association with Fritz and Bickers among others.
The list of names would go on. My pride and joy as for others was pulling on the Inter Milan strip and roaming the right side of the field.
My laundry number was 94!
MC at Mirfield
I was elevated to the lofty position of MC which was the pinnacle of my then career, and though I thought it was because of my unquestioned saintliness, in truth it was because I was the worst singer since Moses tried to sing the Ten Commandments and I could swing a thurible like no other.
My class reports had a common theme of “too frivolous in class” and ” must take his duties more seriously ” !
Via a circuitous route through Israel, Saudi Arabia, Canada and Stockton-on-Tees, I arrived in Australia.
I came upon this blog quite by accident . I was engaged in routine internet activity and like many others suddenly decided to go off task and do a bit of Google research.
Now for some as yet unconfirmed reason I entered Verona Fathers.
What I found was an emotional tremor to say the least! How was I unaware of what was going on then and now?
Names , my name! and events from an age gone by leapt out of the pages and excited as I was , my heart became heavy as I read on.
Corridors and Dormitories
I have reflected deeply since the discovery and with the benefit of that wonderful friend hindsight, yes the signs were there, the clues were in the corridors and dormitories.
Why not me? Who knows?
I thought till now a routine weigh by an avuncular medically trained Father was quite normal. It is hard to attach a 66 year old head to a 13 year old kid destined for the papacy.
A Time of Happiness and Fun
As my contact with some of you grows, I think of a time, for me, of happiness and fun, of challenge and camaraderie that forged my path for the future.
I must now dwell on other things, sad things, and my thoughts are with you.
I talked with Gerry recently for over an hour after a gap of around 49 years!
I don’t know the man, yet we talked of happy days, memories plucked from storage in the depths of some cerebral hemisphere.And we still have a bond, more in common than with some people I have known for decades.
From a land down under, I wish you well and speed the day I don that Inter strip and see you again.