FONTAINEBLEAU VETERANS
ISSUE NO. 69 FEBRUARY 2019
EDITORIAL
2018 was not a good
year in the Rogerson household. Over three occasions I spent a total of two
months in hospital. Following a freak car accident on 5 October Christine
trapped her leg in the door of her car. The Fire Brigade came to release her.
She had a leg amputated below the knee and is now on the long road of
physiotherapy before having a prosthetic leg fitted. She is making good progress
to achieving that goal.
OBITUARIES
Cpl. Bill Halford
passed away on 5 November after a long period of ill health which he faced
bravely. Prior to the onset of his illness he undertook voluntary work
maintaining his local Football Ground. As well as leaving Sue he is survived by
his son.
Beryl Clarke, wife
of Clifford, passed away from a heart attack on 15 January. Her funeral was
held on 4 February in Cambridge crematorium. Cliff moved into a care home
recently and had planned for Beryl to join him later but sadly this did not
happen. Cliff was Sir Basil Embry’s chauffer and often drove me to the local post
office to buy stamps.
Brian Gibbons wife Andrea passed away just before Christmas. On
the occasions that I had the pleasure of meeting Andrea at our Reunions she
impressed me with her charm and the interest she showed in the Association’s
activities. Our hearts go out to Brian.
FROM THE POSTBOX
Hi David, I was
saddened to read of Peter Chatten’s death in your newsletter. As you know,
Peter was my best friend (along with Tony Wallis) from my Fontainebleau
days. I had no idea he was so ill. He did say in his Christmas letter
that he was able to walk only short distances, but, as he would have been
90 on March 26, I didn’t think too much about it. When did you get to
hear about it? I cannot get out of my mind, our many adventures. As a sort
of therapy, I've been typing up what I can remember. I've filled four pages so
far, and I keep returning to it when I recall something else. One thing is sure...I'll
never forget "Chat". Hope you and Christine are winning the health
battle.
Alan
Lake, Plymouth
Hello David - Thank
you for the details of the next Reunion.
I am afraid Elaine and I will not be able to join you this year. I am
now unable to drive due to the fact that when applying to renew my driving
licence my eye field test did not meet with the criteria of the DVLA.
Fortunately Elaine does drive although has recently broken a bone in her ankle
and has been unable to drive for the past seven weeks! We do have some good
friends locally who have been very helpful. Thank goodness for our bus passes! We
hope that you and Christine are both well and enjoying life. Take care of
yourselves wishing you all the best for this year’s Reunion. Fond regards.
Tony and Elaine
Bowdler, Droitwich
David - I hope the
Reunion went off well and we are sorry we could not make it. I am still under
restriction that if I drive for an hour I have to rest for an hour then another
hour driving - then an hour rest!! it's still because I had the unaccounted blackout?
Sorry again we are
off to Edinburgh in November but we do that by train. Hopefully we will another
year. David do you have the blazer badge in stock? If so I would like one. Take
care. - Best wishes to Christine.
Don Conning, Eye, Suffolk
Just to say how
sorry I am to hear of your and your wife’s predicament. I hope all will be well
in the end? Also I have read your Newsletter 68 - an interesting read.
Thank you for all the work you put into it. Best wishes,
Pamela Oosterveen, the
Netherlands
David, thank you for
Newsletter 68, received OK. Very sorry to hear about your accident! We hope you
both make a speedy and good recovery. Reading of General Norstad, I was on the
R.A.F. guard of honour in 1963 when he left his command, then again when
General Lemnitzer took over. Quite a moment being in the company of these top
Commanders! The Earl of Bandon, General Speidel, one of Hitler’s Staff Generals
and Colonel Regan and the Base Commander was also there.
Regards
John Helliwell,
Thornton Cleveleys, Lancs
Hi David - Thanks
for newsletter 68 which I received recently.
I enjoyed reading the letter from Edmund Clements about him borrowing
Mickey Martin's Ford Consul.
Unfortunately , the letter is incomplete, just as it was getting
interesting! I don't know if this is a
computer glitch at my end or what. I'm
left wondering what happened to Edmund's first excursion behind the wheel of a
car! All the best.
Richard Amor,
Cottingham, East Yorks,
PETER CHATTEN – A LIFE REMEMBERED by Alan Lake
Most of my memories
of Fontainebleau surrounded Peter Chatten and our
fellow room-mate Tony Wallis. We were inseparable.
In 1953 I persuaded Peter to join me on an ambitious
mini tour of Europe. We travelled by train from Paris (Gare
de l’Est) to Munich. Much of the city had been
reduced to ruins by Allied bombing. Saltzburg in
Austria was the next stop before moving on to Lesce
Bled in Yugoslavia where Marshall Tito had his summer palace.
Trieste came next.
At that time, Trieste was run by the Allied Military Government, composed of
American and British troops. There was a menacing air about the place –
Yugoslavia and Italy both wanted to take over the place. Still, we did have the
chance to use the NAAFI before catching a train to Venice.
Our tour continued
from Venice to Nice, and then Marseilles where, I remember, we had trouble
finding somewhere to stay. One hotel turned us away as it was frequented by
Communists who wouldn’t want us there.
Then came; a tiring
and expensive train journey to Barcelona which involved an overnight stop at a
station hotel in Cerbere.
In Barcelona we
paid 30 pesetas watch to a bull fight. All our sympathies were with the bull,
but we didn’t dare show it. From Barcelona we moved on to Madrid. After three
days there we travelled on to San Sebastian. By this stage we were running
short of money, and found we didn’t have enough for a train ticket to Paris. We
came up with a plan to buy tickets to Orleans, and when the train got there, we
would miss the stop by pretending to go to sleep. The scheme failed miserably.
It was an express train, and didn’t even stop at Orleans.
The guard was
unimpressed with our story, and handed us over to the military police when we
arrived in Paris. An American major interrogated us, didn’t believe our story
of meeting friends in Orleans. Eventually, he let us go with the warning: “Next
time you go on holiday, make sure you have enough money to get back”.
Wise words! I still
cannot work out how we manage to travel so far. This was well before the days
of the Euro and we didn’t possess either cheque books
or credit cards. Somehow we manage to travel through six countries, needing six
different currencies – French franc, German mark, Austrian schilling, Yugoslave dinar, Italian lira, and Spanish peseta. Unfortunately, the train episode was not the
only time we were arrested. On New Year’s Eve, 1952, we were arrested at
bayonet point by French military police. Along with Peter, Tony and a number of
others we had gone out to celebrate, although it was snowing heavily. Fuelled
by numerous drinks, we went from throwing snowballs at each other to hurling
them at street lights and then house windows. Suddenly we were surrounded by
armed soldiers – they could have been riot police – and everyone sobered up as
quickly as if we had been ducked under a cold shower. After being held for
several hours, we were released, and incredibly we escaped any punishment. The
Commanding Officer of the RAF contingent, Wing Commander Walker, refused to
believe any of his men could be involved.
I was demobbed in September, 1953. Tony followed a
month later. I returned to work for the
Birmingham Sports Argus. Tony got a job with Henry Hope, a company that made
metal window frames.
Peter was left at Fontainebleau, but later he was
posted to RAF Gaydon, Warwickshire. It was while he
was at Gaydon that he acquired a motor bike. On one
occasion, was out on his bike when he became ill. He decided to have a rest in
a field, but then felt worse. He managed to clamber out of the field. Good job
he did. If he had stayed longer, he might not have come out alive. He had a
duodenal ulcer! I remember going to see him in Barnet hospital. I’m not sure of
the timescale, but we had another European foray – Copenhagen, Oslo and
Stockholm. I can’t recall much about that trip except the Little Mermaid and
Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen. Along with
Tony, we also went on a tour around Devon and Cornwall We travelled in my old
1939 Anglia de luxe, one of the last cars made before
the war.
When Peter was demobbed, he moved to Wolverhampton to
be near his old mates. All three of us had been shining lights in the
Fontainebleau athletics team, so we decided to join Tipton Harriers. It was not
a good move! Peter was a really good sprinter while Tony and I were
half-milers. Tipton was the home of the
legendry marathon runner Jack Holden. In 1950, he hit the headlines when he won
the Empire Games marathon in New Zealand after running the last nine miles
barefoot after his shoes fell apart. When we reported for training, the other
Tipton Harriers disappeared into the night to god knows where, hoping to become
another Jack Holden!
We were left to jog around the track. The only other
person who used to appear was Jack, then retired from running but employed as
the groundsman, along with his rather menacing
bulldog. The training quickly became pointless, and it didn’t do our fitness
much good as we used to go to a pub afterwards.
Peter got a job with Goodyear Tyres. He thought he was
going to be handling car tyres, but instead they were huge aircraft ones. The
physical effort proved too much for Peter, and, having met his future wife,
Nancy, returned to Norfolk I, too, got married, and, after the Sports Argus
(Evening Despatch) was taken over by the Birmingham Mail, moved down to Devon.
Tony had married Evelyn and moved to Canada, where he
worked for British Steel. I lost touch with both of them until Danny Rogerson sparked off a reunion.
21st
ANNUAL REUNION 2018
In my absence Colin Hogg
stepped into the breach. There were a number of last minute cancellations.
There were insufficient attendees to justify using the private dining room on
the Saturday evening. Dinner was served in the Restaurant with other guests
dining there – not an ideal setting mingling with other guests of the hotel.
However, from all accounts the Vets enjoyed the evening. The raffle produced
£80 to keep the Association afloat. The Angel kindly waived the charge for the
late cancellations.
22nd
ANNUAL REUNION - 2019
The Angel Hotel in
Leamington Spa is holding a provisional booking for our Reunion on Saturday 12
October. See Page 7 for details. Colin Hogg has kindly offered to help with the
organisation.
MY NATIONAL
SERVICE ABROAD – Part 2 FRANCE and GERMANY by Edmond Clements
My problem now was
that I had to go from the Headquarters area to the residential area which was
separated by a minor road, each side of which were double steel gates manned by
armed guards. Worse still was that only
one gate was open diagonally opposite on each side. All this and I had never yet driven a car. !
I sat well back in shadow to hide my face, and set off. The car began to move and I aimed at the open
gate. I managed to pass through without
incident, then across the road diagonally, and through the other gate. I was
not only pleased by my success, but to my surprise I received two very smart
salutes from the guards who assumed I was Martin! I arrived outside my room,
and excitedly ran inside saying "Look out of the window "George said
"That's Mickey Martin's car! . . . . . What the hell are you doing with
that?" I must have got some food and returned the car safely, but
strangely never thought to ask for his autograph. I don't now remember the end of the story,
except that I was the talk of the town for a long time.
Colonel
Paul W. Tibbetts, USAF, DSC, Legion of Merit, DFC, Purple Heart, etc. This is
the man who flew the B29 Super Fortress, Enola Gay after his mother, and
dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima in August 1945. He retired as a Brigadier
General. He arrived at AAFCE Headquarters in Fontainebleau one day and I was
told that he would happily sign autographs I’m sure he had already been doing this
for many years. This was too good to miss. I found his office, knocked, waited
and entered on his command. In spite of
his rank, he received me cordially, as was the American way, and readily gave
me his autograph. I thanked him respectfully and left. It is still in my
autograph book today.
Shirley Medley,
Daughter of Commodore Ralph C. Medley, RN, DSO, OBE of the Battle of the River
Plate in December 1939. During my time at Allied Air Forces Central Europe I
shared an office with Shirley Medley who sat opposite. She was a beautiful
young girl.
I was the envy of
all my friends when she took over the civilian vacancy in my office. Some of
them would invent excuses to call at my office. Shirley was a very sweet girl
and good fun, with lots of upper class charm.
She was the
daughter of the famous Commodore Medley who was the Commander of the Royal Navy
unit at Fontainebleau, but had found fame in December 1939 as Operations and
Intelligence Officer on the staff of Commodore Harwood on the cruiser Ajax in
the Battle of the River Plate. The Exeter, Ajax and Achilles had pursued the
German battleship
Graf Spee after it had sunk nine of our ships until it took refuge in the
River Plate Estuary,
Montevideo. The captain scuttled the ship
and committed suicide.
It was a great
victory said Churchill. Medley was
portrayed by Patrick Macnee in the 1956 film The Battle of the River Plate.
We all enjoyed
cheap petrol as part of S.H.A.P.E forces and were issued with ration coupons. I
only had a scooter and used little petrol so I would sell my surplus coupons
occasionally. Shortly before leaving for Germany, where I would not be able to
use them,
I offered my
remaining coupons to Shirley, but at an exorbitant price which I knew she would
happily pay. Indeed she bought them,
knowing they were expensive, but still worth it to her. When I later asked for
her autograph before departing; as you will see in my autograph book; she good
naturedly referred to this deal.
Today, in June
2015, I searched for Commodore Medley on the internet and found that there had
recently been a 75th River Plate Association Anniversary Luncheon in
Portsmouth, and Shirley and her sister were listed among the guests. Her father had died in 1999 at 92 years of age. It is hard to believe that the beautiful
young Shirley that I remember would now be an 80 some-thing grandmother, but
then, whatever happened to that young airman?
GERMANY
In October 1956 I
was posted to Germany and spent the remaining months of my service at the
Headquarters of the 2nd Allied Tactical Air Force (2ATAF) at Gutersloh in
Westphalia. Although sorry to leave Fontainebleau, I was eager to see Germany
and the country with which we had been at war posted, and together we arrived
at Cologne station in the early hours of the morning. We bought sausage and
coffee and passed the night in the station subway until the first trains next
day.
Alone, I ventured
up to the street to find the spectacular floodlit cathedral towering above way
to work. It was only eleven years since their fine city was devastated by RAF
bombing and it
was impressive to see these industrious and hardworking Germans beginning to
rebuild their country and economy. I felt quite vulnerable in my uniform as
they passed, and also sitting amongst the German passengers on the train. I
expected hostility but there was none. I think the common feeling was guilt and
also humiliation that we were the victors and now occupied their country.
The RAF camp at
Gutersloh had apparently been the headquarters of a German Panzer Division
(tanks) during the war and the evidence was everywhere. Rifle racks were still
there in the corridor outside my room, and my metal bed was stamped underneath
with a swastika. When I started work in the Headquarters building, to my horror
I found a swastika and the date '1943' stamped under the saucer of my cup of
tea, and again on the back of a wooden stationery rack when it was moved. The
whole place was still just as it had been when it was taken over by the allies
in 1944 and surprisingly, they hadn't even changed the tea cups! However, there
was worse.
THE
CONQUES FAMILY sent with best wishes for 2019
Duane and Loula at hom Danielle Conques Sassman family
Schrawtz, Texas and
her four children in Hawaai
Leucht family at Davis family Lyons
family at
Highland Park, Dallas
Hollywood Park, Hollywood Park,
San Antonio San
Antonio San Antonio
Darryl Lyons Jr.
(businessman lobbyist, also my son-in-law). Andrew Roberts
(English historian), me, and Karl Rove (American Republican Political
Consultant and former Deputy Chief of Staff for President George W. Bush).
The occasion was
two-fold: a small restaurant dinner party with members and their guests
in San Antonio, Texas, in regards to "The International Churchill
Society," followed by a book signing and presentation by Mr. Robert's at a
nearby bookstore. His new book is entitled: CHURCHILL WALKING WITH
DESTINY
VISIT TO
YEVRES
The Memorial
Service to remember the two brave airmen who sacrificed their lives when they
steered their wounded Lancaster into a field to avoid crashing in the town of Yèvres
will be held on 6 October. All are welcome. A very nice lunch is laid on after
the ceremony and church service. The hotel we stay in is close to Châteaudun,
Really comfy, we have been going there for so long we are part the furniture.
We usually stay for 4/5 days one day getting there, one day coming home, one
for the event itself and one day to do our own thing. Fontainebleau is about 90
miles from Chartres which is about 40 miles from the hotel.
This will be the
75th anniversary, a landmark occasion, making it an extra special event. If you
have not been there the cathedral is worth a visit. Michael and Ann Capon are organizing
the trip. If you wish to join the party please contact Michael.
E-Mail:
capon769@btinternet.com Tel: 01732
505864
22nd ANNUAL REUNION ~ 12 & 13 OCTOBER 2019
As the years
advance the numbers attending our only annual event falls. Last year we hit an
all-time low. The main event was held in the restaurant among other guests
staying at the Angel. Depending on the number we may be able to choose from our
own menu. There is no longer a Private Dining Room.
The Angel,
Leamington Spa is reserving a few rooms for our Annual Reunion Dinner on
Saturday 13 October 2019. This will be reviewed on 30 June. Going ahead will
depend on the number of attendees. Please act fast if you wish to attend.
1. The rates are: £70.00 per
person per night for Dinner, Bed & Breakfast sharing a twin or double room
and £85.00 per night for single occupancy.
5.
Dress is informal ~ smart casual is fine.
To avoid any
confusion all bookings must be made through me to co-ordinate.
Booking form below
for you to complete and return to me. You may reply by e-mail with your
requirements.
Please reserve my place at the 2019
Reunion
Name.......... .......... .......... ..........
Number in my party..........
Any special room
request ..........
Do you require use of the lift?..........
Night(s) for which you require hotel
accommodation?..........
AND FINALLY……
Christine and I
thank all of you who sent Christmas cards. We were both restricted in our
ability cope with preparations for Christmas. This is a good opportunity to
wish all our readers a peaceful and happy 2019. Please send you stories to
enhance the Newsletter – don’t leave it to the usual contributors.
LATE EXTRA
Marion Gunn lost
her brave fight against cancer and passed away on 1 February 2019, She will be remembered by those who visited Camp Guynemer.
Until last year she was ever- present at our Reunions from way back. Our hearts
go out to Jim. Her obituary will feature in the next Newsletter.
DAVID ROGERSON, BROOKWOOD, HUNGERFORD,
BURSLEDON, SOUTHAMPTON SO31 8DF
TEL 023 8040 2846 E-mail ; davidrogerson@talktalk.net