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months ‘fl ying a desk’ – awaiting my demobilisation. This<br />

fi nally occurred in 1947, and I then applied to Worcester for<br />

re-admission under the scheme.<br />

The then tutor for admissions confi rmed that they<br />

supposed they would have to take me back in due course –<br />

but I would have to take my turn, there being many more<br />

eligible for re-entry ahead <strong>of</strong> me on demobilisation and<br />

that it was likely that there would be at least a seven year<br />

delay. I was then aged 22, so I got married to a childhood<br />

sweetheart: among other things, I thought it a better option.<br />

However I had to keep a wife (invariably non-working then)<br />

and body and soul together. My father had just restarted the<br />

family quarrying business, and I was persuaded to join this.<br />

I soon decided that I was the world’s worst businessman, and<br />

I kept re-applying to Worcester, but without success, so for<br />

22 years I managed a quarrying business learning a lot about<br />

quarrying Portland stone, but knowing little <strong>of</strong> lithology and<br />

applied geology. Moreover, it seemed to me that practice<br />

without theory was irrational, and that theory without<br />

practice was sterile, so I gave up and decided to become a<br />

school master, by means <strong>of</strong> a four year B.Ed degree course at<br />

Southampton <strong>University</strong> (1970-74). Incidentally, my only<br />

daughter graduated at St Hilda’s in 1974; so I attended her<br />

graduation, and she attended mine.<br />

I taught Geography until 1979 in a small public school, and<br />

thereafter – as a last desperate throw, applied to Worcester<br />

to take me back – which they did at the mature age <strong>of</strong> 54,<br />

to read Geography. They conceded that I would need to<br />

do only two years (as my fi rst war-time successful 6 months<br />

was counted acceptable). So in 1981, I obtained my fi rst<br />

<strong>Oxford</strong> degree, some 38 years after matriculation. (Some<br />

studying the date sequences <strong>of</strong> my <strong>Oxford</strong> debut must have<br />

concluded that either this chap must have been extremely<br />

thick or similarly indolent). So at 56 I resumed teaching<br />

in boys’ public schools. Time was running out for aging<br />

schoolmasters, and I so missed <strong>Oxford</strong> and its ambience that<br />

I applied there to do a D.Phil.<br />

I applied to Mansfi eld, and was accepted there at the hoary<br />

age <strong>of</strong> 65 (I am sure to the grave doubts <strong>of</strong> the then Fellow<br />

for Admissions, Dr. Lemon). So after six further years <strong>of</strong><br />

enjoyable (but dirty) fi eld work in Coastal Geomorphology,<br />

in 1996 I fi nally completed my doctorate. Better late than<br />

never I suppose: an <strong>Oxford</strong> span <strong>of</strong> 1943-96 invites scrutiny!<br />

Now at the age <strong>of</strong> 83 I still lecture twice weekly in Coastal<br />

Geomorphology at the Poole and Ferndown branches <strong>of</strong> the<br />

‘<strong>University</strong> <strong>of</strong> the Third Age’. ●<br />

Ken Coombe<br />

Ruby Wedding<br />

David Parry<br />

History 1965-68<br />

David Parry married Jill in 1968 at Mansfi eld. This summer,<br />

they returned to <strong>College</strong> for their Ruby Wedding Anniversary<br />

celebration.<br />

More than 60 friends and family members joined David<br />

and Jill Parry at the <strong>College</strong> on 14 September for their<br />

Ruby Wedding Anniversary – exactly 40 years to the day!<br />

The weather was wonderful – unlike the rain in September<br />

1968 – and the <strong>College</strong> quad and buildings made the<br />

perfect backdrop to the occasion. All three children, Rachel,<br />

Jonathan (Mansfi eld, PPE 1994-97) and Judith, contributed<br />

to a service <strong>of</strong> celebration and worship at which the Rev Shaun<br />

Atkins gave a typically insightful thought for the day based on<br />

Ephesians 5: 21-31. Joyful orchestral music was provided by<br />

Judith and John Brearley and wonderful choral music, sung<br />

by members <strong>of</strong> the New London Singers brought together<br />

especially for the day by Susie May, echoed round the <strong>College</strong><br />

Chapel. Philip Burley, Jill’s brother and David’s best man in<br />

1968, read Psalm 128 and Nerys Parry, one <strong>of</strong> David’s sisters<br />

and Jill’s bridesmaid, presented Jill with a surprise bouquet <strong>of</strong><br />

fl owers at the start <strong>of</strong> the service. The service was followed<br />

by a drinks reception during which the three grandchildren,<br />

Wesley, Lydia and Megan, were watched over proudly by their<br />

great-grandmother, Mrs Cicely Burley. Lunch followed in<br />

the <strong>College</strong> Dining Room which looked magnifi cent. A sung<br />

Gaelic Blessing sent guests on their way at the end <strong>of</strong> a really<br />

memorable celebration. ●<br />

David Parry<br />

21 <strong>MAN</strong>SFIELD COLLEGE <strong>MAGAZINE</strong>

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