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Stan COFFEY posted a message.
Apr 28, 2021 at 7:03 PM

Happy birthday Billy. Have a good one!

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Mar 07, 2021 at 8:29 PM

Happy birthday Mo! Have a good one!

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Mar 07, 2021 at 8:27 PM

Happy birthday Gary! Have a good one!

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Posted on: Feb 18, 2021 at 5:59 AM

Happy birthday Jeff. Have a good one!

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Oct 23, 2020 at 3:22 AM

Posted on: Oct 15, 2020 at 2:35 PM

Happy birthday Mike!

Stan COFFEY posted a message.
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:50 AM

Happy birthday Andy! Have a good one. I turned up the sound on my computer but still couldn't hear the pibroch you're playing.....

Cedric Parker posted a message. New comment added.
Jul 16, 2020 at 3:00 PM

Posted on: Jul 11, 2020 at 11:12 AM

Paddy Farrell sent me the following excerpt - which a friend had sent to him. Fascinating:

"At 3 P.M., May 6th, the ship slowed down, off the land, and thoughtfully and cautiously picked her way into the snug harbor of Durban, South Africa.
Royal Hotel. Comfortable, good table, good service of natives and Madrasis. Curious jumble of modern and ancient city and village, primitiveness and the other thing. Electric bells, but they don't ring. Asked why they didn't, the watchman in the office said he thought they must be out of order; he thought so because some of them rang, but most of them didn't. Wouldn't it be a good idea to put them in order? He hesitated—like one who isn't quite sure—then conceded the point.

May 7. A bang on the door at 6. Did I want my boots cleaned? Fifteen minutes later another bang. Did we want coffee? Fifteen later, bang again, my wife's bath ready; 15 later, my bath ready. Two other bangs; I forget what they were about. Then lots of shouting back and forth, among the servants just as in an Indian hotel.

Evening. At 4 P.M. it was unpleasantly warm. Half-hour after sunset one needed a spring overcoat; by 8 a winter one.

Durban is a neat and clean town. One notices that without having his attention called to it.

Rickshaws drawn by splendidly built black Zulus, so overflowing with strength, seemingly, that it is a pleasure, not a pain, to see them snatch a rickshaw along. They smile and laugh and show their teeth—a good-natured lot. Not allowed to drink; 2s per hour for one person; 3s for two; 3d for a course—one person.

The chameleon in the hotel court. He is fat and indolent and contemplative; but is business-like and capable when a fly comes about—reaches out a tongue like a teaspoon and takes him in. He gums his tongue first. He is always pious, in his looks. And pious and thankful both, when Providence or one of us sends him a fly. He has a froggy head, and a back like a new grave—for shape; and hands like a bird's toes that have been frostbitten. But his eyes are his exhibition feature. A couple of skinny cones project from the sides of his head, with a wee shiny bead of an eye set in the apex of each; and these cones turn bodily like pivot-guns and point every-which-way, and they are independent of each other; each has its own exclusive machinery. When I am behind him and C. in front of him, he whirls one eye rearwards and the other forwards—which gives him a most Congressional expression (one eye on the constituency and one on the swag); and then if something happens above and below him he shoots out one eye upward like a telescope and the other downward—and this changes his expression, but does not improve it.

Natives must not be out after the curfew bell without a pass. In Natal there are ten blacks to one white.

Sturdy plump creatures are the women. They comb their wool up to a peak and keep it in position by stiffening it with brown-red clay—half of this tower colored, denotes engagement; the whole of it colored denotes marriage.

None but heathen Zulus on the police; Christian ones not allowed.

May 9. A drive yesterday with friends over the Berea. Very fine roads and lofty, overlooking the whole town, the harbor, and the sea-beautiful views. Residences all along, set in the midst of green lawns with shrubs and generally one or two intensely red outbursts of poinsettia—the flaming splotch of blinding red a stunning contrast with the world of surrounding green. The cactus tree—candelabrum-like; and one twisted like gray writhing serpents. The "flat-crown" (should be flat-roof)—half a dozen naked branches full of elbows, slant upward like artificial supports, and fling a roof of delicate foliage out in a horizontal platform as flat as a floor; and you look up through this thin floor as through a green cobweb or veil. The branches are japanesich. All about you is a bewildering variety of unfamiliar and beautiful trees; one sort wonderfully dense foliage and very dark green—so dark that you notice it at once, notwithstanding there are so many orange trees. The "flamboyant"—not in flower, now, but when in flower lives up to its name, we are told. Another tree with a lovely upright tassel scattered among its rich greenery, red and glowing as a firecoal. Here and there a gum-tree; half a dozen lofty Norfolk Island pines lifting their fronded arms skyward. Groups of tall bamboo.

Saw one bird. Not many birds here, and they have no music—and the flowers not much smell, they grow so fast. Everything neat and trim and clean like the town. The loveliest trees and the greatest variety I have ever seen anywhere, except approaching Darjeeling. Have not heard anyone call Natal the garden of South Africa, but that is what it probably is.

It was when Bishop of Natal that Colenso raised such a storm in the religious world. The concerns of religion are a vital matter here yet. A vigilant eye is kept upon Sunday. Museums and other dangerous resorts are not allowed to be open. You may sail on the Bay, but it is wicked to play cricket. For a while a Sunday concert was tolerated, upon condition that it must be admission free and the money taken by collection. But the collection was alarmingly large and that stopped the matter. They are particular about babies. A clergyman would not bury a child according to the sacred rites because it had not been baptized. The Hindoo is more liberal. He burns no child under three, holding that it does not need purifying.

The King of the Zulus, a fine fellow of 30, was banished six years ago for a term of seven years. He is occupying Napoleon's old stand—St. Helena. The people are a little nervous about having him come back, and they may well be, for Zulu kings have been terrible people sometimes—like Tchaka, Dingaan, and Cetewayo.

There is a large Trappist monastery two hours from Durban, over the country roads, and in company with Mr. Milligan and Mr. Hunter, general manager of the Natal government railways, who knew the heads of it, we went out to see it.

There it all was, just as one reads about it in books and cannot believe that it is so—I mean the rough, hard work, the impossible hours, the scanty food, the coarse raiment, the Maryborough beds, the tabu of human speech, of social intercourse, of relaxation, of amusement, of entertainment, of the presence of woman in the men's establishment. There it all was. It was not a dream, it was not a lie. And yet with the fact before one's face it was still incredible. It is such a sweeping suppression of human instincts, such an extinction of the man as an individual.

- from Mark Twain's travels to Durban in 1896."

Cedric Parker posted a message. New comment added.
Jul 10, 2020 at 6:49 AM

Posted on: Jul 09, 2020 at 7:46 AM

Greetings to you all from Sulphur Creek in Tasmania!

Our site has been down for weeks because Class Creator moved their platform to the cloud - which required me to make some adjustments. I wasn't able to do so because my email address changed in 2017 - and so the domain registry wouldn't accept my authority to make the amendments until my mates on the reunion organising committee confirmed I initiated the site.

By the way, if you hear of any of our cohort who are not receiving notifications from our site it may be because they have either changed their email address - or their email address is 'bouncing' for some reason. Please ask them to email me at cedric@cornerstonecouriers.co.za and I'll help them to fix the problem.

I've added a page LOCKDOWN JOURNAL - and I encourage you to share your thoughts there on the impact that the pandemic has had on you


Cedric Parker posted a message. New comment added.
Jul 10, 2020 at 5:36 AM

Posted on: Jul 09, 2020 at 7:46 AM

Greetings to you all from Sulphur Creek in Tasmania!

Our site has been down for weeks because Class Creator moved their platform to the cloud - which required me to make some adjustments. I wasn't able to do so because my email address changed in 2017 - and so the domain registry wouldn't accept my authority to make the amendments until my mates on the reunion organising committee confirmed I initiated the site.


Cedric Parker posted a message.
May 11, 2020 at 8:34 AM

Stuart Clark has sent out these links to two further videos of Howard's recording session at the Abbey Road studio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETw3yRcpcsk and another video that gives an insight as to the fan reactions at Howard's concerts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeHnWI340fI

Cedric Parker posted a message.
May 08, 2020 at 9:52 AM

Stuart "Mossie" Clark (Class of 1963) has just posted the following update on the great Howard Carpendale. Well worth a read - and a listen (click or copy/paste the YouTube link):

I recently had an exchange of emails with Howard Carpendale about the class of 1963 website, and in one of his emails Howard made the following comments:

“I just had the great honour of recording my latest album with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra in Abbey Road Studios in London. The album went straight to number one on the Amazon charts on the day of release which is kind of fun for a 74-year-old who was thinking about calling it a day. “

That comment made me realise that I – and probably most of Howard‘s classmates – know very little of his successful career. Howard kindly agreed to write a synopsis of that career for the class website. Here is what he wrote:

“1963. The Playhouse cinema in Durban. Seated in the very back row “The Strangers“, Durban’s up and coming young band from DHS. On stage – Cliff Richard and the Shadows. For “The Strangers” our first world star on tour in South Africa. We flipped out. What a show. Little did I know that 56 years later Cliff would be singing with me on my album, “Symphony of my Life”, backed by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and recorded on Abbey Road Studios where the Beatles did their recordings. It was now 2019, and this album with this amazing orchestra was basically a gift from my recording company EMI for my fairly long career in Germany. 53 years it had lasted, 37 albums and 57 chart entries with singles. Only Madonna had more. Yeah, it had been a good ride.

I left Durban in 1965 after throwing my varsity literature down on my father‘s desk and announcing to him that studying was not for me. I wanted to go to England. “That’s where it happens Dad” I said, “and that is where I need to be.” Secretly I was hoping I might have a slight chance as a cricketer, but as Barry Richards so appropriately wrote in his book, “Howard, it’s a good thing you changed to singing. You were not that good at cricket “.

But the big one came in 1970 when I won the German Song Contest. I phoned EMI a week later and asked how the record was doing. 80,000 a day they said. I didn’t know that was possible.

The only problem was that I wasn’t enjoying the music I was making. It reminded me of the Afrikaans songs I had heard back home, so I went to the fourth floor of EMI and told the big boss I wanted to write my own stuff. He asked if I had ever composed anything and I said no, but I wanted to try. “And he took his Guitar“ was my first composition. It was followed by “You never catch the Wind” and then came a song which I had heard at a London based publishing company “Your footsteps in the Sand.“ All three were very successful and gave me the base I needed not to worry too much about always having to have a hit.

It was 1976. I was very pleased with how things were going but I knew that concerts were what I really wanted to do. Two and a half hour concerts are the norm in Germany and having a few hits is not going to get 10,000 people to come and see you. I needed a new management. Someone who really understood that side of the business. I called my favourite choice and asked him to come and see a stage show in a small venue. I will never forget what he said to me after the show. “You do everything wrong and yet the public loves it. Imagine how it will be when you get it right?“

It took us six years to fill the large arenas. We flew to Las Vegas and studied the best. It was amazing how much there was to learn but it was fun. The big goal was to become an artist that would be able to command a real big production. In a hall where the furthest seat is sometimes 150 metres from the stage you can easily lose the public. You have to learn to work big, and he taught me that.

I have loved living in Germany. The people are solid and they have depth. My wife and I lived from 1990 until 2005 in the USA. It helped my golf but I missed the German sincerity. We are back in Munich now and I was just getting ready to go on tour when Corona hit. So here I sit at home and write this little report for the class of 63. How unbelievably lucky I was to spend those years at DHS. I look at the pictures of the old school and proudly show them to my German friends. They can’t believe that is a school. That is not the way schools look in Germany. It was a great time old boys, and I thank all those with whom I was able to share it. By the way, the album with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra went to number one. I ain’t giving up yet!”

Here is a link to Howard’s album with the London Philharmonic – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rLZvzi2Xas

Howard’s reference to the Cliff Richard concert struck a chord with me. I was also at the concert. As a boarder I was in my DHS uniform. I was all on my own, surrounded by screaming girls. My biggest fear was that they would crush my basher!

Stuart “Mossie” Clark

The Strangers in 1963: Don Allaway, Renault Saunders, Don Robertson, Howard Carpendale and Peter Elstob

Stan COFFEY posted a message. New comment added.
Jan 29, 2020 at 11:33 PM

Posted on: Jan 29, 2020 at 1:46 AM

Happy birthday Graham!!

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Cedric Parker posted a message. New comment added.
Dec 21, 2019 at 2:21 AM

Posted on: Dec 14, 2019 at 10:31 AM

DHS recently beat their arch rivals Maritzburg College. Well done! Watch the match here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVobMjla_cw&app=desktop

Stan COFFEY posted a message on Cedric Parker's Profile. New comment added.
Sep 06, 2019 at 11:40 AM

Posted on: Sep 04, 2019 at 1:56 PM

Hi Ced. I trust that you had a great birthday and the Tassie winter hasn't been too bad. We are off to Sydney/Brisbane for another 3 months in November. Regards. Stan