Charles Carr Ridley (G 44-47).
        
          A tribute by his daughter Sandra  Brooks:
          
“My dad,  Carr, passed away on 3 February 2014, just after my mum, Helen, to whom he was  married for 56 years. He is survived by two daughters, one son and seven  grandchildren.
Carr was born  at High Barns Farm in Wall, near Hexham in 1931. He moved to Stocksfield with  his mother and it was there he met his lifelong friend, Peter Strong. In 1944,  he was sent to St Bees, as was Peter Strong in 1946. Carr talked often and  fondly of his days there, the strict regime but the tremendous freedom. The  motto of the boys seemed to be 'if and when you break the rules, you had better  not get caught!' But caught Carr was, when he let off a firecracker while  waiting for the train back home for the holidays. His housemaster witnessed  this misdemeanour and Carr remembered the beating that followed to the end of  his days. His friend, Michael Hanna, sprung to his defence and also received a  beating.
Carr was a  very capable student except in Latin, his Achilles heel. He often recounted the  story of his disinterest and lack of ability in the subject and the letter he  wrote to his mother during his Latin exam. He earned a fail and his mother was  not amused. But Carr also remembered the fun and camaraderie and the happy  times of his school days.
He did not  want to follow his father into farming so at 17, he went into the merchant  navy, where after some years, he earned his Master's ticket. He was introduced  to Helen by a friend in Whitley Bay and they were soon engaged. They married in  1957 in Heaton, Newcastle and had three children. While Carr much enjoyed life  at sea, with a young family to raise, he made the momentous and courageous  decision to leave the navy and begin a new career.  He became a sales representative, living in  the north east in Gosforth and Ponteland and travelling all over Scotland and  England to further his ambitions.
In 1973, the  family moved to Southport, Merseyside. By 1977, the entrepreneur in him had  come to the fore and he started his own company with a friend, John Thorpe.  Carr brought all his selling skills to bear and with John's technical  expertise, Thorid became a highly successful powder coating company.  Sadly, the aluminium extrusion market  declined and after a number of very good years, Thorid was sold leaving Carr  free to pursue other ventures.
With all the  children gone from home, he and Helen moved to Kirkmichael in Perthshire where  he continued his entrepreneurial ways, selling snowblowers for several years,  and enjoying semi-retirement in the glen. He played a lot of golf and bridge,  the latter more successfully than the former.
Seven  grandchildren later, Carr and Helen moved to Little Milton in Oxfordshire to be  near the family and where they lived very happily until Helen died in 2013.  They loved village life and he was an active member of the 'Chamber of  Commerce', a club for like-minded males, who met weekly for beer and chat. He  was a popular member of the community and supported the village in many ways.
As I review  my dad's life, I am struck by the friends he made and kept along the way, by  the risks he took and by his success in business. He was a sociable man, honest  and open, determined and the epitome of a good salesman in the 60s and 70s. He  was never happier than with family and friends, recounting stories from school  and navy days. Peter Strong remained his longest (and shortest!) friend and I  know Peter misses the phone calls with dad and discussing the ups and downs of  Newcastle United. Sadly, dad didn't see Newcastle win anything (1969 is a long  time ago) but his lifelong passion for the club and the north east remained  strong.
        My father only lived eight months after Helen died.  The poor health of his latter years caught up with him at the start of this  year. He and Helen are much missed by family and friends.”