Summer Times, November 2004 - Old Scarborians

touring the country publicising his inventionand George was invited to havehis image transmitted much to theamusement of his friends.On leaving school George was apprenticeto a hand sown shoemaker for 5years and the worked for ScarboroughCo‐op as a cobbler. He joined the RoyalArtillery in 1940 and then transferred tothe Durham Light Infantry in 1944 asPlatoon Sergeant taking over the platoonor what remained of it, previously runby his brother who was captured in 1944.After being demobbed he returned to theCo‐op and then went to Earlstown outsideManchester selling shoes beforemoving to Long Eaton near Nottinghamas manager of 8 shoe shops. Whilst atNottingham he took accountancy qualificationsand then went to work forLetraset, retiring in 1980. He was marriedto Alice for 61 years. He is nowback in Scarborough living on WeydaleAvenue.39A CRICKET COME-BACKCOMES UNSTUCKBy Mike Rines (1941-52)When we were young,new doors were continuallyopening for us.As we grow old, manyof the doors that giveon to physical activityinevitably close. Inmy case, I stoppedplaying rugby when, though I could getfit, I no longer felt like getting up after atackle; I stopped riding when I fell offtoo often (on one occasion ending up inhospital with concussion); I stopped sailingafter several strokes got my wifeworried about the consequences of afurther episode in the middle of theNorth Sea; I abandoned snooker after afall while roller‐skating snapped a tendonin my thumb and made it impossibleto form a bridge. However, I’m stillskiing, though it’s more of a struggleeach year, and I should be able to keepon walking ‐‐ I got to the summit ofConiston Old Man last Autumn.I gave up cricket, my greatest passion,many years ago, not because of physicalfailings, but because I found it so muchless enjoyable after moving from Yorkshire.I missed the needle and disciplineof northern league cricket too much.However, I’ve always fooled myself thatI could still play if I really wanted and,when we moved 18 months ago from thecountry into a small town as sensiblepreparation for our old age, I decidedthat one way of making new friendswould be to get involved in the towncricket scene.The local cub is a combination of Woodbridgetown players and old boys of theWoodbridge public school, and enjoysthe superb facilities of the school. Lastseason, 2003, I watched a match in whichseveral veterans played, and I decidedthat this year I would try to get into theclub’s friendly side. In preparation, Itook a cricket ball with me on my dailywalk and practised throwing and bowling,and got a companion to throw mecatches..At first, it seemed hopeless. I had noproblems going through most of the necessaryphysical motions, but what Icould not do was to get the ball to go in