Stephen J. Edwards (FN 52-57) recalls the  ‘50s:
          
“Many  congratulations to Robert Bodenham on his fascinating three-part description of  wartime life at St Bees from 1940 to 1943. Arriving at St Bees myself in 1952,  I can assure him that, even by then, little had changed! Many of the traditions  and customs he mentions were still going strong, both good and bad!
I  have never felt so lonely in all my life as I did when my father, having driven  me from home in Newcastle, shook my hand, said goodbye and disappeared down the  hill from Meadow House on a fine early autumn afternoon in 1952. Despite having  been a boarder for a year at preparatory school, I was about to enter an  entirely new world of austerity and challenging experiences, some enjoyable and  some utterly miserable. Nothing that life has thrown at me since has been worse  than my bleakest moments at St Bees!
I will never forget those years from 1952 to 1957, which provided a robust  preparation for the world to follow and for which, surprisingly, I will always  be grateful.
I was not much good at sport but, after prayers one evening on Foundation, that  famous Housemaster, T.A. Brown, awarded me with an athletics ‘Standards’ tie  for trying hard. I still possess that tie.
My main interest, however, was in art and I owe a huge debt to Margaret Widdas,  who taught music and art and greatly encouraged my appreciation and  understanding of architecture. She often invited me for afternoon tea on  Sundays at her beautiful pink Georgian house in Whitehaven after I had done  sketches of other Georgian houses in that fine eighteenth century town. It was  a luxurious escape, if only temporary! We later exchanged Christmas cards for  many years until she died.
Also, I was greatly encouraged in Art, Literature and Drama by Paul Williams,  who taught English with real flair and was Assistant Housemaster on Foundation.  When touring the dayrooms during prep he often stopped at my ‘cubicle’ to chat  about my drawings and paintings displayed above the little desk. I am still in  contact with him when I visit London and he still has my stage backcloth design  for Sheridan’s ‘The School for Scandal’, in which I played the part of Sir  Peter Teazle with J.D.S. (Tim) Brown as Lady Teazle!
I  had to fight for the right to attend art lessons, which took place in games  times and for which grudging permission had to be obtained from prefects  suspecting that I was ’skiving’! I won the art prize each year because so few  did the subject! I ended up teaching art at Loretto in Scotland, where my  Headmaster at St Bees, James Wykes, had previously taught classics and where he  was a Governor when I started teaching there.
Another teacher I remember well was S.T. Aston, who taught maths, at which I  was hopeless. He, too, greatly encouraged my interest in art by giving me up  for lost and allowing me to sit and draw at the back of the class when, to his  and my amazement one lesson, I was able to give the correct answer to a problem  on the blackboard and saved the class from being kept in for not seeing it!
I remember delightful French lessons, full of red herrings, with Sam Parkinson,  who organised a splendid Lower Sixth Form trip to Paris and amused us with his  wartime experiences as an army officer in Madagascar! He gave me my nickname  ‘Ted’.
Another excellent teacher was Harold Last, who taught music and trained  the choir, including me, to a high standard of singing. Also, I have to  thank that great enthusiast for railway timetables, Anthony Dearle, for  rescuing me from the CCF by asking me to help him run the scouts. My 'Cert. A.  Part 2’ tests had ended in ignominious failure when I marched an entire squad  from the Terrace into the Chapel, much to the anger of Sergeant Major Shaw of  the Border Regiment, who bawled me out and was infuriated when I suggested that  he was being rather unreasonable! 
  
Five fellow pupils I will never forget. Peter Greggains, who taught me so much  about jazz when playing records in Fifth dayroom and was nicknamed ‘Dean’  because he was an ardent fan of the film star James Dean. Nigel Lister, who was  interested in architecture and developed the art of winding up teachers to  hitherto unknown heights of sophistication! Michael Cullen, who played the  chapel organ with such aplomb. Roger Hayes, who taught me to appreciate  classical music. Lastly, Peter Stewart, who went on to train for the Royal Navy  at Dartmouth and was Best Man at my Wedding in 1964.
Finally, during those glorious last few summer days after ‘A’ Levels, I was  recommended by Mary Brown, T.A. Brown’s wife, who taught history, to paint  a picture of Brigadier and Mrs Sowton’s charming Georgian house on the opposite  side of the valley, where I was generously supplied with strawberries and cream  as I worked away in their lovely garden.
Happy memories tinged with sadness that St Bees School may soon be no more. Let  us hope that it will quickly rise again in another equally successful form,  making good use of its splendid range of red sandstone buildings and beautiful  setting.
Footnote: My sincere thanks to  Ian "Dent" Nimmo, with whom I was on Foundation, for the most  interesting information from our schooldays at St Bees, which he lent to me  when we last met at the 2013 Old St Beghian North East Branch Dinner. This  included a copy of a pen and ink drawing I made of Foundation for a school  publication entitled 'Ingredere ut Proficias 1941-1956'; photographs he took as  lighting expert of that great production 'Ruddigore', featuring Anthony Dearle  singing the part of Richard and me painting scenery in the, fortunately empty,  school baths; and a 'Michaelmas Term, 1954' school list. Also, I have happy  memories of Fred Merrill, who took 'O' Level Art with me and who did superb  drawings of racing cars. I think he went on to work for Jaguar and eventually  lived in Hong Kong.
        Finally, I still occasionally find myself imitating some of Cyril Wood's  brilliantly sarcastic remarks, delivered with a strong Yorkshire accent, in his  unforgettable chemistry lessons!”