CBTS: My Story
Intro:
So my real name is Steve Hendy
(aka Curly which I carried over from
Anyhow I was so proud to start CBTS on Sept something 1967, after only
two of us passed our 11+ from St Stephens C of E at Lansdown. Myself and Rob Mussmann (Rob
are you there or have you gone back to
So after a week of being dragged around the clothes outfitters, and
being measured for this and measured for that, with my folks buying all the
school gear: cap, badge, blazer, trousers, etc (can we ever imagine doing that
for our children now?) There I was first day at school, absolutely terrified!
Just little ole’ me, in a cap which I hated, a tie that my mother had
nearly strangled me with, which always looked to short by the way, carrying a
tan leather strap satchel complete with cheese and pickle sandwiches, no
backpacks in those days, and stood in assembly in the biggest most overpowering
building I had ever seen.
We had been told of all the
rituals that Upper 6th done to us newbies (maybe some of you guys
were in upper 6th when I started). Like being rolled down the bank,
and OMG the thought of the communal showers after gym, where I had been told
Upper 6th would come and hide your clothes. Could I ever imagine now
running past Pappin totally butt naked telling him my clothes had been
moved…
Anyhow school started and we were taken to Room 28 upstairs, and then
scare number 2, in walked a master in a black gown carrying a mortar, and the
greeting wasn’t hello Steve as it was in Junior
school, but Hendy, sit down over there. My first reaction was OMG this is
Goodbye Mr. Chips for real! How vivid that first day was, being separated into
3 classes 1Y,1X and 1L. The L’s thought they
were best hmmmm no comment. Then later came separation again, into Games
houses, I know I was in
Fun Stories:
I have many but here’s a couple I can share … that might
raise a little smile
Well my first one, actually happened during our school trip to
The trip too had its moments in
5th grade was the by far the craziest though, although now I
look back and realize we must have been just nuts! But our crazy antics earned us our
nickname as the notorious 5Y. Poor Mr. Gordon Stokes, who eventually refused to
teach us Physics, so we ended up with
Can you all remember the accent Sammy Seal had? Especially when he said
the word BURN! Well we became a choral class whenever that word was used, and
the whole class would pipe up and say “DOES IT BURN” Another Mr.
Seal funny, was the time a lad from Corsham (Mike Harris) was sent out of the
class for a burst of uncontrollable laughter. Someone had filled a teat from
the pipette, with water, tied the end and was throwing it around the class,
behind Mr. Seal’s back. Of course those things will not take much
handling, and as fate would have it, it burst over someone just as Mr. Seal looked
around. Mike Harris just could not stop laughing!!! My attitude changed though when I met
his daughter Fiona, she was gorgeous, long blonde hair and just an immaculate
figure, did I ever try to be teachers pet after that, it never worked though.
The art room was no escape either for masters, as Peter (Ben) Coard
threatened to hold us all on detention until someone told him where his pipe
was hidden.
Of course us pupils had our embarrassing
moments also. Do you all remember Bill’s Bar? on
the
Another classic was the games periods. In earlier years I am not sure if
golf was allowed at the pitch and putt at Vicky Park?? Well I think it was in 4th
year that golf became an option for games, so that was just so cool, I was and
still am a hopeless golfer but to three of us Vicky Park is like a half mile
from home. So we would walk up there, and say hello to the green and go home,
usually to one of our three houses. Well this one day, unbeknown to us, lovable
Mr. Pappin had decided to have tea and ice cream in the clubhouse, and he
waited and waited for us to show up and show him just how good at golf we were.
Oh dear we never did show, Subsequently we were all
banned from golf and had to return to mainstream games.
The Day To Forget:
One thing though I know I for one and many
other old boys of all years share, is probably our saddest moment in history.
The day when City of Bath Technical School, combined with Westhill and became
Culverhay, and the move to the newer premises at Rush Hill became imminent. We
had lost our identity, the CSE replaced the O level as the norm, soccer
replaced rugby, the yellow and black was all but a memory, and many masters
from CBTS decided it was now time to hang up their gowns and mortars and say a
tearful farewell. That day too for many of the class of 73, who at this time
were in lower 6th, myself included, decided to also say farewell and
take our further education at the college, in protest over the move. I guess
many would say that that day was the day I and many of my classmates grew up.
Epilogue:
How many of you like myself, used to dread hearing those famed words of
my elders “Make the most of school, they are the best days of your
life” Well I’m sure there are many, but looking back now, they were
and still are the best days ever. The comradeship of the boys, the competitive
spirit, the harsh but fair and experienced teaching the masters provided, the
school itself and what it stood for, are now but memories, but memories unlike
reality lives on and to all old boys of CBTS, I would like to close by saying I
am so proud and honored to be a part of the greatest school ever, to have with
me today, those many many happy memories, and to be a part of this old boys
network.
Long Live CBTS in
our memories !!!!!