Schooldays as a boarder at Ascham Prep School and Eastbourne College Public School
By Peter Birchall who was at Ascham from 1951-56, and at Pennell House 1956-60
I was sent to Ascham at the age of eight by my parents who lived in Rio de
Janeiro, as my father, an Englishman, felt that a British education would be the
best for me and my brother Stephen who was three years older than me. At the time I
suppose there was little alternative as there were no British or international schools
in Brazil. I was not completely foreign to boarding schools as I had attended for one
year St George’s College in Buenos Aires where my father was stationed at the time
until the Peronist regime expelled all British nationals.
However, to be left in England after my parents returned to Brazil was a sad experience as I missed the love of my parents, the sun and friendliness of the Brazilians, my daily escapades to Ipanema beach with my old-fashioned surf board and my friends. Headmaster Mr Collis was a kind person and a gentleman but of course he and his wife and the matrons were no substitute for my parents. My father had arranged guardians who managed a small hotel in Forest Row where I spent my winter holidays and other short holidays. They were wonderful Guardians who did everything possible to give me a family life while I was with them.
After the first week at Ascham I settled down well, made good friends and enjoyed
their comradeship. However, I found it difficult to adapt to the discipline that was imposed on us and soon obtained a reputation of being something of a rebel. I believe I was given six of the best (as they called it in those days – or a whacking) by the headmaster. I had never been hit so hard in my life till then, although my mother often kept me in line with a firm spanking. I refused to shake hands with the person that had just whacked me after being congratulated for “taking it well”. I was determined not to cry or massage my bottom until out of sight of Mr Collis. My parents were advised by mail of my non-British attitude. “Well taken young man” were not the words I was looking for.
As time went by things improved and I very much enjoyed sports. I was what might be said to be a good sportsman, playing soccer and rugby for the 1st teams, winning the games cup for rugby and receiving several medals for gym, boxing, shooting and swimming. I still remember being introduced to Rocky Marciano as part of the boxing team. I also enjoyed being in the choir and school plays. Saturday night films were also fun.
I was no great scholar but arrived at Ascham speaking Portuguese and Spanish well, so found modern languages easy to learn; French and Latin were no problem. I was once again reprimanded, for having postcards of Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte
Bardot and Diana Dors in the inside of my tuck box, the only private item we were
supposed to possess. Other boys preferred photos of tanks, sports cars and other things children are supposed to relate to. Sunday letter writing was not personal as we were literally told what to write. How I wanted to let my parents know that I missed and loved them.
I do remember the very pretty matrons, one who looked like Grace Kelly that I
think married Mr Luard, and another dark haired, very sweet young lady who was
dating Mr Kirk-Greene. As I was no favourite with the teachers I had only one or two
whom I respected. In particular Brian Luard who once also gave me a good whacking
for fooling around at night after lights-out. I never repeated truancies when he was
on duty. He was a strict but very fair man who encouraged me more than any other
teacher in my studies but principally for rugby. I still remember him watching a 1st
XV match on College Field when I scored a try and looked up to see him clap. This gesture of his was very encouraging.
Tuck day was also special, as was our little patch for gardening. I recall having many good games on the grass tennis court. I still have fond memories of my friends who invited me to their homes in Eastbourne on Sundays or out with their parents. My very best friend Tim Oakshott, invited me practically twice a month and I still remember his wonderful parents and the delicious Sunday roasts. His
mother, a wonderful kind Irish lady, treated me as a family member.
Escapades to the beach after midnight gave us a sense of adventure and of trying things forbidden. Although I personally was not bullied it seemed to be accepted at both Ascham and at the College. Prefects turned a blind eye.
So as you can read there were some very happy moments and some less happy ones.
I scraped through common entrance and joined my brother Stephen at Pennell.
Stephen was the big brother who tried to protect me and counsel me when I arrived. I must have caused him some distress. Apparently once again I was the first boy to be beaten after two weeks at College for, can you believe it, whistling from our study rooms at some girls who were going past in the street. This time the whacking was
from a house prefect aged seventeen; thank heavens that it has been abolished. It was as if some of these prefects enjoyed giving corporal punishment as they used to reinforce the gym shoes with weights and lead.
The dormitory at Pennell was a disgrace with holes in the windows so that at night
in winter even blankets did not keep the cold out. The food was atrocious and I have never touched porridge or spotted dick ever again. Meat and vegetables were overcooked and the food was definitely not healthy. Today I can modestly claim to be
a gourmet and to have eaten in the best restaurants in the world.
The study rooms were dark and dingy. The boaters we had to wear on Sundays looked ridiculous on us. Even on Saturdays, if we were not invited by friends to their homes, we were not allowed in coffee shops, cinemas and many other places. Fortunately
we found ways to get around these rules.
Pennell was situated not far from a very exclusive finishing school for international
girls and it was a pleasure to watch them pass by in their modern haute couture clothes. The cookery school girls (“Cookers” as we called them) brought a little sanity to our lives, as did the Danish girls who helped with housekeeping duties. Meetings were arranged on weekends with these young ladies.
I felt that at those times some teachers and some prefects looked for students who were not following the rules as if they actually enjoyed it. When I became a house prefect I promised myself that I would never beat another boy for whatever
reason and that I would never humiliate younger boys by shouting down the corridor
“fag, fag”. Just imagine if this still existed in today’s age. I also did not enjoy
playing soldiers every Thursday afternoon. I tried the army cadets and then naval cadets where I at least learnt the ropes of sailing. Once again what I really enjoyed about the College were my very Under Fourteens, Junior Colts, Colts and
then First XV, hockey, soccer on the Pennell yard, escapades to pubs and cinemas.
As at Ascham, teachers were impartial to me as I was to them, with the exception of
Robin Harrison who despite all my imperfections treated me fairly, and I enjoyed
geography lessons with him. Despite my size he was always positive and encouraging
on the rugby field as were the other members of the 1959 1st XV of which I was the youngest. I thrived with team sports and the team spirit they created
I also enjoyed French with Mr Kirk-Greene and said to myself that I would have a Jag like his one day. A very talented teacher.
In a nutshell these were my experiences at Eastbourne. However I believe that Eastbourne College gave me the discipline I needed in later life as I went on to the Ecole Hotelière de Lausanne in Switzerland, attended Columbia University in New York and IMI in Geneva, later fulfilling a very successful career in the international hotel field, managing hotels in sixteen different countries.
To conclude, schooldays were not the happiest days of my life but I thank Eastbourne
College for preparing me for life and I admit that I was not the easiest boy to handle. Life would be very boring if we all fitted the mould. Eastbourne College has had some extraordinary students and personalities so they must be doing something right. I congratulate the College and other public schools for the changes they have made over the years.
In my case the happiest days of my life were with my family and living and working in seventeen countries around the world, experiencing different cultures. I believe there were other boys at Eastbourne College in the 1950s and 60s who may agree with some of my findings and feelings for boarding schools in those years.
This account of boarding school life in the 1950s is reproduced with the kind permission of Peter Birchall, and is based on a longer version in The Old Eastbournian magazine, 2013 – http://www.eastbourniansociety.org .