Photo provided by Steve Morl
I was a member of the school brass band from 1964 to about 1972. Yes, once joined many of us did not want to leave. Even after leaving school we would return to ‘help out’. Well, that’s how we described our desire to remain in the band. Unfortunately I didn’t make a record of all the relevant detail about the photo, but there must be others who can fill in the gaps. The picture was taken on the steps of All Saints Church, Goodmayes Lane. I can make out a prefects badge on my lapel, so the year is 1968/69. We had been rehearsing for a big event to be held in the Church. Perhaps someone else can recall what it was. The Photo appeared later in the Ilford Recorder. To my great shame, whilst I can recall every face and their personalities the names have faded.
Left to right looking at the photo, the three on the top step are: Colin Belton, hiding a trombone somewhere, with the bell of a tuba pushed into his face by David Miller, who always demanded the largest space around him due to the size of his instrument. Beside David is, I believe, John Menlove holding a euphonium. Next step down: Myself, Steve Morl, holding a trumpet. Next to me, holding a clarinet, I think is Mike Adams. Next step down: Doug Shaw’s wife, Joyce, a bright bubbly and caring lady. At the right hand end of the row is clarinetist Gary Winterflood. In front of him, holding a trombone, is Lawrence Shiell (who I recently saw playing in a very good band at a jazz club in Billericay). Front row: The accomplished Doug Shaw, teacher, band leader, conductor, composer, musician. Note that white pointed baton with the bulrush like handle. At times a weapon of torture, I jest. Next to him, Mr. Tarmage, holding a silver cornet. This gentleman was, I believe, a Salvation Army brass band member. He was in the ‘music school’ after hours and taught the beginners how to blow raspberries into mouthpieces, until raspberries turned into melodies. He was a patient man who took a lot of stick from us over the years. His favorite word ‘embrasure’ so often used, never explained…meaning slanted, as in slant your lips and blow a raspberry, all to late I understand. Steve Morl