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OBITUARIES
speak them but he appreciated them and brought
an enthusiasm to the classroom that meant I too
became enthusiastic about furthering my studies in
modern languages.
But it wasn’t just his enthusiasm for his subjects that
made Paul such a good teacher, it was also the way
he encouraged you to try just a little bit harder –
but only because he knew you could. Never one
for unnecessary hyperbole, Paul would return
homework with a cursory ‘good’ and a look that said
he was pleased with your work which made you
want to do even better next time, for Paul.
In my final year at Pocklington I had the pleasure
of boarding ‘chez’ Chambers, together with Chris
Smith (71-76) and Nigel Montagu (71-76). Paul
and Margaret always made us feel very much at
home and I remember fondly the breakfasts with
homemade bread and homemade sausages and
very occasionally some homemade black pudding.
Paul and Margaret were both very patient with us
and I recall Paul, on one occasion, explaining (not
unreasonably) that a three-bar electric fire was
probably not the best way to make toast in our
bedroom.
However, we must have been relatively trustworthy
because we were occasionally left to babysit the
girls, Anna (86-90) and Catherine (90-92), and to
look after Dylan the dog. Such evenings would
be rewarded with a bottle of Paul’s homemade
elderflower wine and was often spent playing (and
replaying) Hotel California on Paul’s hi-fi because
it generated a lot more bass than my own tinny
machine.
my languages with an unexpected question in French
or German, particularly if it included a subjunctive.
However, it was only once Paul and Margaret had
retired to Colombiers that I went to stay, once again,
chez Chambers. As always, good homemade food
would be on the menu and we would catch up the
years over a glass or two of wine.
Paul and Margaret came to stay with us when I was
living and working in Paris. I wanted him to know that
all his hard work, teaching me French and German,
had borne fruit as I was living my languages. He said
that was ‘good’ and he gave me that look and I knew.
The last time I saw Paul was a few years ago in
Cockermouth. As usual, time had flown by and we
thought we had forever to catch up … How often
was I using my languages? Every month? Excellent!
We had lunch and said we must do this more often
and when I left we hugged – clearly too much time
spent in the French culture.
Paul was a great teacher, mentor and friend and I
have no doubt that it was due in large part to his
encouragement that I have gone on to use my
languages in so much of my life. He will be missed
but I am sure that, given half the chance, he will be
somewhere with a smile on his face, testing out
someone’s use of the subjunctive!
If any OPs would like to contact Paul’s daughter
Anna for further details, please send her an email at
[email protected] (with permission).
(Chris de Jong, 66-76)
Living ‘en famille’ with the Chambers felt very much
like home from home.
One day in 1941, when out from school to see the
dentist, he went into the army recruitment office and
without the headmaster’s or his parents’ permission,
and a year under age, he managed to sign up to join
the war effort.
On leaving school, his matron packed his bag with
a change of clothes, a pair of pyjamas and a silver
serviette ring. He started his training in Fort William
where his pyjamas and napkin ring were seen
as something of a novelty by the hard lads from
Glasgow.
Thus began a 35 year distinguished career in the
army. He served in the Seaforth Highlanders and the
Parachute Regiment before he was commissioned
into the Royal Welch Fusiliers and latterly the Royal
Military Police. He saw active service in World
War II, the Korean War, Palestine and the Malayan
Emergency. During peacetime, he served in Cyprus,
Malaysia, Singapore and Germany amongst many
other postings in the UK. He achieved the rank of
Lieutenant Colonel.
His final posting in the Royal Military Police, before
retirement, was close to Pocklington, in York. He
married Joyce Dawson in 1951 with whom he
had three daughters, Alison, Gail and Caroline. On
retirement from the Army in 1976 he joined the
John Lewis Partnership in Oxford Street, heading up
Security and Customer Services as Assistant General
Manager, where he stayed until finally retiring at the
age of 65.
On those rare occasions that I returned to Pock
after university I would always try to catch up with
Paul and Margaret. Paul wouldn’t hesitate to test out
The couple had many enjoyable years living on
the south coast in Poole and more recently in
Stradbroke, Suffolk.
Gerald Ian Chatham (36-42), but always known
as Ian, was born on 18 July 1924 in Peking where his
father was employed by Jardines the import/export
business as an accountant.
At the age of five, he moved to Scotland with his
mother and sister and attended George Watson
School in Edinburgh. At 13 years old, he attended
Pocklington School where he was a student for five
years. Here he excelled in sport where he made the
rugby first XV and cricket second XI but his main
achievement was winning the victor ludorum for
athletics three years running. He often spoke about
his cross country runs around the carrot fields and
also, when World War II had started, being in the
dormitory when a bomb hit the school.
He thoroughly enjoyed his retirement with his
daughters, 8 grandchildren and 8 great grandchildren.
His passion was always his family and his garden,
where he spent many hours, ensuring large splashes
of colour were there for visitors to admire the
whole year round.
In recent years, his health deteriorated and he died
peacefully in hospital shortly after his 94th birthday.
He visited Pocklington a few years ago and right
up to his final days spoke about his time there with
great affection. He recognised that the school had
prepared him very well for his full and eventful life.
(John Westnedge)
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