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June 12, 2016


Paul Heath

I was a choirboy too... carried along by the grandfather who played the organ. I will always remember the night we arrived at choir practice to hear that Kennedy had been shot and killed. It had a huge effect on the adults in the choir, but little effect on a 11 year old. I don't think we did much singing that evening.

Simon Roberts

I enjoyed your comments on St John's Primary School. I attended from 1969-74. I remember Williams & Cox all too well.

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