Keith Simpson-Lyttle writes:

"Noble & estimable Russell Moors is definitely deceased.
He did textile technology at Uni of NSW and worked for a number of companies. I think his last one was Sandoz. He got cancer and after a colostomy and a couple of difficult years passed away - perhaps about 6 years ago, the memory is vague. His son Jeremy played Rugby league - For Cronulla I think - Was on the front page one year a couple of minutes on in a final and off to hospital. He also had three daughters including twins the only name that springs to mind is Heidi. He lived at 676 Henry Lawson Drive Em Tasol"

Leo Radom writes:

I think that it is an excellent idea that you now focus our attention on the 56 missing members of the class of 61. Hopefully, the existing 123 will be motivated to do some detective work (... perhaps as easy as a phone call) to locate one or more of their missing friends from the list and you will in due course be able to send out emails saying "only 50 to go", "only 45 to go" etc."

and Neil Lowndes, obviously picking up the mental vibes from Leo, lobbed in with the following:

A couple of additional addresses:
Richard Amiss, Fasham Homes, 02 9629 6666, 27 Grange Road, Glenhaven 2156,

John Kenniwell, 37 Irrubel Street, Newport, 02 9948 8892,

Michael Hooper writes:

"Dear Ron, don't worry about Peter Fisher as he lives next door to me and I have his email on a "post-it" slip stuck to my Gordon Rooms computer. He is an accountant in private practice in Parramatta doing well out of GST... I mean't to send this to you earlier but I went with my son to an archeological dig in Jordan and then backpacked around Syria.I didn't think 1C and my remaining years at NSBHS were as bad as David's memories...even though I can remember been caned several times during my time there...often I thought without fairness but once in first year for playing two-up or pennies when someone gambled away his father's stamp collection.I would be interested to be on the organising committee if its not getting too big...let me know."

Geoff Butlin's son David (who gets Geoff's e-mails for him) writes:

"Hi, this is dave butlin, geoff's son, I thought I'd give something different a go and using the ICQ messaging did a search for some of the names on your list, some produced too many results, others produced only a few.

ie would Jack Moffatt be 60? if so I may have found him for you, he didn't have an e-mail listed so he'd have to be contacted via ICQ, but it did say he was a sydney resident. well just a thought, only tried a few names but if you'd like us to go through the entire list just give us a buzz, happy hunting"

Marc Thompson writes:

"Hi Ron,
It is a small world. This morning I received your latest email and list of lost brethren. This afternoon a fax popped off the machine to my boss from Richard Amiss. I rang him to discover that Neil Lowndes had called him this morning. I guess Neil will supply you with details. Clearly we have not finished working through the list.

Did you get any mail returned to sender from your first mailout. If so could you note on the list of losts those that you got a RTS back. These people will be harder to find. If you did not get an RTS then chances are the mail was received or forwarded. This group may be easier to find. For example did you get one for Brian Pierce? I suspect not as I think he is still at the address you used but hard to get via phone. I think I left a message on his answering machine a while ago but have had no reply. I think we should follow up this "easy " group first. In an old list (10 years old?) produced by Geoff Butlin, Bruce Rudd was listed as deceased. Someone must know something about him if that were true."

A propos of Marc's comment, I have been removing old addresses/details that I know are wrong so let me know if you establish any such details are no longer current.

Blake Britton writes:

I note that Bill Goff has not communicated any email address.. we may need to keep on his back to do this. Any news on Ian Pettigrew?

My brother Peter is still with the Overseas Bureau ( administrative wing of the Original Volunteers Abroad) as a Director. He has responsibility for several areas in Asia as well as his old stamping ground, Indonesia, and the Philipines and Africa. Another old boy of Falcon street.. maximum pass in the last of the Leaving certificates.

I note from some of the emails that students who did not feature in our final year are of interest,are they to be included in the reunion or are their names coming up,incidentally? We might have to find people like Gary Hare or Whitehouse.

My first year at the school was in second year in 1958, after my family moved to Sydney from Armidale in the New England. Not having studied Latin in 1st Year I was thrust into 2E and so was not subject to the "streaming" that followed the exam results of those in first year at NSBHS. It was a baptism of fire. as I remember it. Learning to cope with the City was one challenge but 2E was something else!!

I never quite understood how students could find money in phone boxes, borrow cars for a ride, and play pool up at Crowie, all in a single day at school.

It seemed that we were from a very early stage, expected to educate ourselves at School, while the Staff merely attended to turn the pages of the text books with us. No doubt this approach stood us in good stead when the harder University yards were confronted.Much of the anecdotal stuff that has been related so far has been about how as students we were able to deal with tired, unexciting and incompetent teaching, by using our intelligence and enterprise to entertain ourselves and our peers; by creating as much havoc in the classroom as possible, and avoid punishment. We seemed to be imbued with a delight in trying to buck the system and to try anything that was antiestablishment in the classroom. Amazingly outside the classroom , however, the cadet Unit had appeal and was valued most highly by those who participated.There must be some deep meaning in this antithesis. Most of my memories of this "evil excitement" stuff comes from second and third year,.. I suspect before the pressure of the approaching leaving certificate imposed its shadow in fourth and fifth year.

I do hope , however, that the level of expertise in careers advice has moved up a few notches. Following the "intelligence" tests in the senior years I was advised with some reverence that I would not be suited to tackle a tertiary training ; that my abilities were pointing towards a job involving filing, perhaps in a library.Fortunately those involved in Commonwealth scholarship awards did not read the report. To add some fuel to the nostalgia fires.. try these:

The brown/purple powder that was left in a dry pile on the class teacher's desk that when touched by the chalk box or ruler would explode. Gozz bals of chewed paper that were plastered on classroom ceilings from mortar like ruler deliveries.

"Grunt, grunt, grunt" riots in 2E Friday afternoon French classes. Destruction of any wooden locker door at the back of the classroom fitted with a combination lock.. usually by swinging feet into the door from a hand supported position on the desks on each side of the aisle.

Smoking under the desk at the back right hand corner of the classroom with smoke delivery to another desk through a system of cardboard tubes. "Urging" in tuck shop queues.

Understanding the power of compound interest from the failure to complete the "lines"set when homework was unfulfilled for the "guts G" mathematics lessons. Imaginitive titles for punishment such as 500 lines on" The inside of a ping pong ball" The wonderful English Honours class which achieved fantastic results with the unlikely Mr. Hall. The cliques of soccer ball headers in the playground. The Milk or was it Milo, tennis exhibition on the tennis courts near the rifle range that featured a young Shore boy by the name of Newcombe.

The tram ride over the Bridge to attend the Classic film "Ben Hur" The noise of the jaffas rolling down the aisle of the Independent Theatre that forced the actor John Farson to stop mid soliloquy to admonish the audience attending a compulsory Shakespearean performance."

A propos of who is included in the bretheren, I am assuming anyone who wants to lay claim to being there at any time we were is "in"...

Keep 'em rolling in...