Riverside Senior Secondary School c1963 boys class
5. Ian Hurst
6. Gary Nolan
7. James Wright
5. George Murphy
6. Henry Winning
7. James McLaughlan
5. Colin Shortt
6. James B McLaughlan
7. Mike Andrews
|May 2006, GlescaPal Liz Mellis (aka
June MacWilliam), Sechelt, Bitish Columbia, Canada.
Hello Webmaister, I've now received another school photo from a
long lost classmate...It's Riverside Senior Secondary School, Springfield
Road, circa 1963, Boys' class. I have some of the names Slainte, Liz Mellis (aka "June" MacWilliam)
PS. just met a classmate last weekend in Vancouver - had not seen each
other for 40 years !!!!
Thanks to this website I have been able to
contact 7 or 8 former classmates. Thanks Webmaister!
a million for your efforts....we really do appreciate how fortunate we
have been in having someone like yourself willing and interested in
setting up and developing the website. Cheerio
The names above were provided by Mgt Berry /Gary Nolan / David Shaw.
Sannyhaw, ( Alex Foster ), Glasgow
# Just came across this old Riverside school photo 1963 cc and found
John Winchcole smiling as always right at the front. John worked with me
for Glasgow Engineers at 22 Summer Street next to Brigton Public Halls and
returned back to work one Monday morning after being off sick for a long
time however he only managed to last about half an hour before feeling
unwell again and had to go home.
I walked him to the bus and put him on the No 65 which was the last time I
saw him. He died in hospital of meningitis later that night at the age of
19. I've often thought of him through the years and it was really
strange coming across him accidentally like this as I went to John Street
Senior Secondary and only met John through work. Small world this is.
| Nov.2015, GlescaPal Colin Shortt, Age 66, Burlington, Canada,
In the school photo for Riverside Senior Secondary 1963 ,the missing
names are, 2nd row #5 colin shortt and #1 david flockhart. Thank You
for bringing back so many memories as I have no photos of those great
times, I moved to the west end then to canada 46 years ago. Keep up the
|Mar.2016, Duncan Andrew,
I noticed the photograph at RIVERSIDE 1963
some time ago and just wanted to correct a slight mistake. One of the
pupils shown is named as Duncan Andrews. That should actually be Duncan
Andrew, my good self.
I really didnít want to appear in this photograph, as another pupil
there, Jim Wright, and myself had managed to get a transfer away from
Riverside to Whitehill, and it was taken on our last day. We were joint
first in the class at that time, and to mark the occasion I was given a
beating, frankly. Sorry to spoil the syruppy nostalgia, but you can
make out my sore eye, freshly bruised. How pleased I was to get away.
Needless to say, I didnít order a copy of this picture. What would I
have wanted it for? So I didnít see it until it appeared in this
I hadnít thought about the people in the picture for years but do
recall all the names, every single one, even the ones I would rather
forget, such as Billy Young and George Smith. Sorry, chaps, but you
have to admit that you were really foul. You seemed to take an insane
pride in that. The teacher in the picture, Mr Dickson of the science
department, I remember as a decent sort but rather floating above the
grim and grimy realities of the school, which he was able to put behind
him at the end of every day by escaping to his nice little bungalow in
the suburbs while we all went home to our tenements.
Iím sorry to hear about the pupil who died from meningitis at the age
of 19. Tragic. I canít help remarking, nonetheless, that some of the
individuals in the picture were the stuff of nightmares. Or so they
seemed to me at the time. What a relief it was to get away from them
and find peace and space in which to mend my fractured education in a
more congenial environment. Not Whitehill, Iím pleased to say, as I
didnít have to stay there very long, my family managing to get out of
Glasgow altogether in 1963. Had we not left, I doubt whether I would
have gone on to get a couple of university degrees and a suitable
So did I like Glasgow? I remember Alasdair Gray (yes, the artist and
author) idiotically asking me that question in front of these charming
people when he was making one of his occasional chaotic appearances as
a part-time art teacher at Rivvy in 1960-61. No, I replied, hoping that
this would discourage him from finishing the sketch of me that he was
insisting on doing, to my severe embarrassment. He carried on, though,
and it has to be admitted that it was excellent. Too excellent,
actually. An extravagant demonstration of an artistís skill for the
sake of filling in his time without actually teaching anything. A
remarkable likeness, nevertheless, and quite as good if not better than
other sketches of his from the period. A towering genius in a shit
hole. Him, I mean, of course.
He actually asked me another indiscreetly disconcerting question, in
front of this unsympathetic audience. It was about the music I was
listening to, improbable though that may seem. This shook me, because
the music which I was in the habit of listening to at that time in
order to distract me from the unremitting grimness all around me was
only in my head, and I hadnít mentioned it to anybody. Vast crescendos
and soothing diminuendos of orchestral music to keep my spirits up.
Maybe he had music in his head too and recognized the signs. I donít
know. Uncanny. Quite an uncanny and disconcerting fellow. I wasnít much
interested in him, though, preoccupied as I was with plotting my
escape, even in my first year at the school and even though I was
interested in all the subjects, even the woodwork, the technical
drawing and the metalwork, all of which were a total and utter waste of
my time. I really wanted and indeed needed Latin, but Rivvy at that
time didnít provide that, although, perversely, it did introduce me to
French and German, which I appreciate.
Anyway, be that as it may. I remember your contributors June MacWilliam
and David Shaw. I really only knew David, though. Visited his home
once. Pleased he got on but sad to hear he ended up in Sussex. I lived
in Kent for a while and commuted to London, working for a hopelessly
ineffectual UK government department. I also taught. Totally resisted
the temptation to emigrate, as I knew I would only miss the rain.
Truly. Terribly fair skin I have. Would have hated Australia and even
Canada, not to mention the skin cancer. Have appreciated spending some
time in France, though, but in the end thereís no place like home. For
me that is the north of Scotland, from where I am never tempted to
venture forth to the dear green place.
With every good wish to other survivors.
PS. It wouldnít do for me to fail to acknowledge my indebtedness to the
English department for taking me to see my first live stage performance
at the Citizens Theatre in 1962. A Midsummer Nightís Dream with Edward
Fox, Peter Vaughan and Alec McAvoy. Fox became the biggest star, of
course, in due course, but Vaughan was by far the most outstanding
actor on the stage that day. Another towering genius, unexpectedly.
Oh yes, Rivvy had its good points in spite of everything. One thing
that did impress me favourably was the reaction among pupils Ė most if
not all of them Ė when one of the teachers died in harness, the music
teacher, Miss Croft, in 1961, I think. A sweet old lady from the north
of England who had spent her career teaching in Scotland because she
had been engaged to marry a Scottish soldier who didnít return from the
Great War. Another world. The new intake was only just getting to know
her when she disappeared. I miss her still.