Monday, 22 February 2021

The Portal

To follow a path just to see where it leads, and perhaps being tempted to stray – to find something you would have missed. These moments often happen when you are alone and can be a little scary!

No matter where we might walk, the places we see and the things we experience. We are always searching for something we cannot see or even imagine.

I recognise the inbuilt desire to escape the now and enter something quite different. We have a curiosity that drives us to discover, something that is hidden. Imagine cracking open a stone and finding a fossil inside. What’s the chance of finding something quite valuable or an answer to your question?

It seems there is a foundational belief that exists in each one of us, a knowing beyond knowledge, that there is always more – within and beyond our imagination.

So many examples in stories books and movies, where we see a hero embarking on a quest, journeying into the unknown. I am sure one such story will spring to mind, for me it’s “The Never-Ending Story.” Extremely popular these days is the search for Family history, finding our origin (our roots). Uncovering social history, re-enactment of battles and days gone by. I have to say I am drawn to the 1940’s era of style and music, it stirs my soul. 

We might sit and watch a movie, immerse ourselves in someone else’s story. Watching the hero completing their quest, overcoming fear, finding love – we all love a happy ending. Life runs at an increasing speed, that requires us to escape from the busyness, often to find peace and quiet and allow our inner energy to recover its strength; we want to become the hero.

Have you ever noticed, that when things seem upside down – they are the right way up. So, perhaps here, the opposite is true; that rather than us escaping, its more about accepting and welcoming the hero. Jesus, God became flesh and entered his creation, to renew all things. Jesus, (the word) spoke and all things came into being. For those who have ears to hear, his words became life. For those who have eyes to see, he revealed what was hidden. For those who’s hearts are open, he offers love everlasting. Lay aside the sceptic within, open your heart, and receive all that is offered. Become the hero of your life.

 

Image by Leo Wieling

Saturday, 13 February 2021

Lissett to Pickering

 1944 and it would seem a long way to go for a cup of tea – from RAF Lissett to the NAFFI at Castle Camp Pickering, though this story begins long before that.

Two brothers from Middlesbrough, Tom, and George Pearson would often camp at the Lawns farm in Ugthorpe near Whitby. The farm belonged to relatives, the White family. There they met Luke Gallon and many of this close-knit community. It was a little while later that Tom realised that Luke had a sister, Bette.

The outbreak of war in September 1939 and Tom being the elder at twenty-two years, together with George were signed up to the RAF by October. Both were already trained with electrical skills through H.G. Sproates Middlesbrough and the RAF was their preferred service. During basic training, Tom became great pals with Harry Beasley and together they served in 185 Squadron at Thornaby and Cottesmore. Rumours of postings were high. Harry went to Canada; George was heading to the area of Hull and Tom was still waiting to hear.

Eventually, sailing from Liverpool Tom arrived at Malta where he would serve three years. His service would take him through the siege of Malta. Tom began his ground crew post as LAC (Leading Aircraftman) servicing Spitfires, Hurricane, and anything else that came along – including a Macchi C-202 (a captured Italian fighter plane). Tom was promoted first to Corporal, and then to Sargent.

Hanna Elizabeth Gallon was from a farming family of eleven and was born in Ugthorpe North Yorkshire. Her father would call her Lizzie, though she was later to be known as Bette. Ever a serving heart, at the beginning of the war Bette was called into nursing and travelled to Guys’ hospital, Farnborough. Later she was to return home as her father had cancer. Bette continued her nursing at the fever hospital Durham road Stockton. Whilst nursing a young boy there, she contracted diphtheria and was ill for quite some time. Nursing was not something that she was able to return to. Her father died in October 1943.

A couple of letters from Malta to Ugthorpe and eventually, perhaps with a little encouragement from Luke, Bette agreed to write to Tom. They would not know where Tom was due to censorship of mail, though it was revealed in code, (something agreed earlier) “Has Charlie sold the two pigs” indicated Malta. Bette would simply address return letters with: Service number, Unit, Name and Rank – Care of APO. The postal service was quite remarkable during war time, maintaining moral with news from home. Tom and Bette’s relationship grew through these letters.

1944 and Bette looked around for somewhere to help. One of her sisters (Dorothy) was in the ATS. Another sister (Winnifred) helped at a small kiosk down by the harbour side; this was part of the NAFFI in Whitby. Several training bases were popping up in preparations for D-Day, the Whitby Metropole hotel was just one of many. Bette enjoyed the work at the NAFFI and was soon selected for training as NAFFI manageress. This training was to take place at a hotel in Scarborough just off the Filey road. Her posting would be Castle Camp at Pickering. There was a rush to get Bette posted as more soldiers were expected at the camp. She was concerned that she had not been shown how to cash-up, so the trainer told her not to worry and she would be there to help on her first day.

Letters continued between Tom and Bette, keeping spirits up. Tom’s brother-in law Leslie had attended University with a Maltese guy and mentioned to Tom to meet up with the Valletta family in Birkirkara; they went on to become great friends. Tom served at many of the Island’s airfields: Luqa, Safi strip, Hal-Far and Ta-Qali 1435 Squadron. The Island was awarded the George Cross in 1942 and Tom was mentioned in dispatches June 1943. As the writer recalls, all Tom’s stories were positive even though situations in Malta were hugely different.

Tom’s RAF record sheet shows a communications flight 26th December 1943, this was followed by a ship home to Blighty. By June 1944 Tom was stationed at Lissett, servicing Halifax bombers – in today’s terms, only an hour’s drive from Pickering.

I never knew who the bicycle belonged to, but Tom would cycle from Lissett to Driffield, catching a train to Malton and then changing trains to Pickering – goodness knows how long that would take! I can just picture him, uniform, great coat, and bicycle clips. Perhaps the same clips he would take off after returning from work in Middlesbrough when I was a boy.

Now, it was on one of these trips, that as Tom was cycling an old hare jumped up and started running ahead of him. Tom began to cycle harder and the hare ran faster, remaining on the road. This went on for some time and increased Tom’s speed significantly. Eventually the hare shot off into a field and Tom arrived at the station – just in time to board the train. Tom realised that if the hare hadn’t been there, he would have missed his train.

13th October 1945 was the day Tom married Bette at St Anne’s Church Ugthorpe. Harry Beasley was Tom’s best man, and both were in full uniform. The married couple first took rooms on Oxford road Middlesbrough.  Late 1946 and as their first child (a daughter) was due, they moved to a cottage on Marton Moor farm. A further move to Rookwood road Nunthorpe where a son was born in late 1953. April 1954 and as Tom’s father, Edward needed care, the family moved in with him at Warwick Street Middlesbrough. Tom died in November 1972 and Bette kept his letters till 14th February 2008 when she joined her beloved.