RAF HALTON APPRENTICE MEMORIES FROM THE 1950s
Between 1954 and 1957, there were three barbers in the 1 Wing shop, one of whom looked as though he had suffered shell shock. His hands would shake as he cut our hair. If it looked as though we would get this chap, we would change position with someone later in the queue. The frightening thing was that when he came to cut our sideboards, he would take up the cut-throat razor and approach us with his hand wavering about. It certainly put the frights up me. But when he put his left hand on our head and started shaving us, he was as steady as a rock. I often wondered about his earlier life. Perhaps someone knows. Another item that I got involved in, was the way that the pay parades were organised. Being late in the alphabetical order, and getting a poor selection at lunch time, I told our Fit Lt in 3 Squadron about it. Thereafter the As to Ms had to go to the rear of the Ns to Zs. And a better lunch was had.
Can anyone remember having to clean out the Sergeants’ Mess in preparation for their monthly dance? It was something that I must have done a lot as I vividly remember having to clean out the teapots that had been left since the last dance. Across the remnants of the tea, there were floating islands of mould. On these islands were stalks that had beautiful iridescent green beads of liquid at their tips. I bet Fleming would have found some disease for which it would be a cure.
Bob Ward 77th