Annual Thanksgiving Service in honour of the 169th Anniversary of the School at St Peter's Church, Eaton Square, Belgravia London SW1W 9AL on Sunday 23rd  March 2014 at 3:00 p.m. Reminiscences:

Mr Anthony Findlay (8175) 



It was back in 1976 that it all happened; my long awaited dream had come to pass I am leaving Christ Church Primary School for the Grammar School. At the selective entrance exams in that year, I was the only student to leave Christ Church School for the Grammar school. I can recall attending the registration process at the new school with my late father. As we walked along the 2nd corridor, I heard the sound of some poor boy being flogged. I held my father’s hand firmly and said’’ daddy nar so den dae beat nar dis school’’ and my father being the disciplinarian he was said to me’’ u go no you sura’’

On the first day of school, escorted by my older brother the well known
Harold Findlay alias Fillo Joe, we arrived at school and immediately I was left
to find things out for myself. I saw a lot of boys in the lobby looking at the
information boards and I was quick to realise that they were looking to see
what forms they have been put into. I was put in 1b with Eddie Asgill as my
form teacher. After assembly, I walked to my classroom and already my name had been assigned to a desk in row 1 which is the row in front of the teacher’s
desk. I was half way down the row which meant that I was the fourth boy from
the teacher. Our form master walked around the class after introducing himself
talking to each student and asking what school we had come from. I remember
when he got to my desk, he looked at me and said another Findlay I thought we have had enough of Harold. In those days, the education system in Sierra Leone was very good. We had exercise books for each subject. Green was for General Science, orange was for French, purple for Geography, brown for Maths and so
on. Eddie Asgill taught us both English Language and English Literature. It was from those formative years that I began to develop a keen interest in E.Literature. Our text book was the Calabash of Osman the Wise and it was from that book that Pa Musa one of the cleaners in the school got his name Bako the stranger. In form 1, we did eleven subjects and my favorites were History, BK,Latin, French,E.Language and E.Literature. Madam Smythe taught us French and was not only my favorite teacher but was also well liked by lots of other students. Bra Wise who taught us Music introduced himself as the SCORPION because he stings people. The teachers were all different some were friendly
but others very firm. One incident I remember during a French class was Madam Smythe taking us out to sit under the shades of an almond tree what we then called wait man banga. As she read from France afrique, Farid Basma a very
troublesome boy ( narrate the story with Egerton Wilson) My classmates to name
a few were Leslie Taylor, Emmanuel Olu-Jones, Milton Campbell, Desmond Jones,
Eugene Jones, Mawan Basma, Toufic Hassan, Gerald Cole, Clifford Fewry, our Secretary General Winston Sylvah, Osmond Boston, Bismarck Williams, Soneye Lisk and many others. During my first Penny Day, I was not caned nor threatened by any senior boy because no one would dare to lay hands on Fillo’s brother.

I was in form 2 when I had my first experience of walking home from school which I must say was a good trek from Murray Town to Charles Street. Grammar School boys are reputable trouble makers and when the poda poda drivers
decides not to take any GSB, or the Murray Town is forced into Congo Cross Police Station we are in trouble.


My academic performance in E. Language, E. Literature, Latin, History,BK and later on Government were reasonably good. I had to do well in school both in my school work and behavior. It was a regular statement from Pa Spaine
whenever he met up with me’’ Findlay look at your father’s position in the school. Pa Spaine had his team of teachers who he would sum up when he is ready to administer some justice. Everyone would receive 4 or 6 strokes but Findlay
would always receive 9. I was ever so delighted when my father stepped down as President of the Old Boys Union. As stated once by our Grand Chief Patron, the GS prepared him for a career in the military. Some teachers do have the
foresight and another of my favorite teacher was Mrs. Palmer who saw the potential in me to becoming a Lawyer. She gave me the part of a Lawyer during a
performance put up by the drama club at one of our speech day and prize giving
ceremony. I was touched when I came to England after all those years and found myself enrolled at the Holborn School of Law. This strengthens the Krio proverb’’ da mammy wae sidom, e dae see far pass da pikin wae tinap’’


Many of the things I learnt at school I still remember. E.g., the mathematical theorems put into tunes by Vava George. The area of a triangle is L x B x H, but the area of a rectangle is ½ base x H. Poems like the Village School Master, Okonkwo, Things fall apart, The Trojan war, The Merchant of Venice,Weep not child and The Drummer Boy.


I have always being physically fit and I participated in many games and sports. A member of Quintus House, I represented my House and School at many athletics meetings. I used to be in the 4 x 100 relay team and also the tug of
war. Talking of Tug of War, I remember a good friend of mine Ibrahim Conteh alias ‘’wata rough’’ My arch rival on the tracks was Lancelot Edmondson and in our days at school, athletics and other sporting events were very enjoyable. I
played table tennis and I was the first day school boy to lead the school band. Something I enjoyed doing to this day. I made a good amount of friends at school boys like Frank Hume-Dawson, Edmund Thomas, Reginald Cole, Clifford
Fewry, Claudius During, Osman Kargbo, Desmond Boston, Ekoh Nelson, Gerald Cole, Etop Antia, Douglas O’riely, Farid Baseman, Donald Bell, Soneye Lisk, Victor Forster, Donald Macauley and a few others.


I always tell people that to say you are a Regentonian you must have gone through certain rituals in order to qualify for that title.


1. you must know where library is located. The official or unofficial library

2. you must have eaten wait man banga.

3. you must be known to Ur Sue down the village

4. you must have had a good amount of cushument. Ladies and Gentlemen, I would refrain explaining to you the effects cushumen get on Regentonians.

5. you must have a false name. I am tempted to skip this section but as a true Regentonian I will continue. My false name was ‘’cowfoot’’ and that was because of the strength I used to play football. Goal keepers would refuse to keep the goal if I was in the opposite team. My good friend Lancelot Edmondson looked at me after a football match and said with his light stammar’’bo Findlay nar baboo bone den take wass u’’Talking about being physically fit, during my recent visit to Freetown, Just to refresh my memory of school days, I walked through Aberdeen Road, along Macauley street and on to Congo cross. As I approached Murray town junction where Ocada’s settle for a break, one of them greeted me and said, ‘’ yeh bra, dis nar den US marine, u kin see sae de bra fit ‘’ ‘Thank God I quickly inherited the name Fillo Joe after my brother as many guys were frightened to call me cowfoot.‘ False names were part of the tradition of the GS. To name a few we had, water rough, K.Doe, most, early man, Mugabe,wardrobe, matoma, dumbeh, bizzy, and pon kolon bish simply because the boy’s mother worked in a hotel, he was given that name to signify the clanging of dishes.


It would not be just to give this reminiscence without paying tribute to friends who today are no longer with us; John Barleycorn, Julius Max-Peters,Ekoh Nelson, Philip Valcarcel, Kenneth McHenry and Raymond Beresford –Cole.


The GS taught me a lot of lessons which life has also taught me. Thank God for Masters like Pa Spaine. May he continue to have eternal rest. Pa Spaine would tell us that life does not start at the GS but when you go out into the world that is where life begins. Furthermore, failure is the beginning of true success. It was humiliating to repeat a form when some boys went through school at lightning speed. Today I see and sometimes come in contact with some of these schoolmates and I ask the question, how did the cookie crumble? This brings me to one of life’s true statements, ‘despise not the day of small things’’ Today, I am very proud to say that Regentonians have a lot of respect
for Anthony Findlay. At this point, I would read a letter from the Principal,Mr. Lasite handed to me during my recent visit to the school when I took part at a presentation ceremony. It is my ambition to continue to support the good
old school in whatever way that I could.


In my conclusion, I would like to refer to another of my favorite sonnet from Shakespeare’s As you like it.


‘’spiritus meus, in me Manet, fortiter, et si simper Scio sustinere nullo moody vitare remedium’’




Thank You Very Much.