Wednesday, 20 April 2016

1604.20 REST IN PEACE SIR

As I get older I'm aware that people in my past are dying, it's sadly a fact of life. I assume that some in my past are gone, others (that I'm not in contact with) maybe still with us. It always comes as a shock when you read that someone from your past has sadly died. This happened to me this week when I came across this article. It was about my old biology teacher who passed away earlier this month. I remember Mr Houghton as being a strict but fair teacher. I remember we called him 'Mini Hitler' and noticed his jacket pockets were always stuffed with chocolate (he obviously had a sweet tooth). The other quirk was the fact that that he had his signature on a rubber stamp that he used for school reports and when marking work.

Picture: tabletennisengland.co.uk/
I didn't know about his table tennis coaching, but it's not my thing.

Rest in peace Sir.

4 comments:

chocolat lover said...

its a sad part of getting older...

Eileen said...

It is a sad fact of life I'm afraid :(

Mark said...

Even though I'm still a sprightly young thing I found out that one of my teachers passed not long after I left school. She was one of the few really nice ones so it was sad to hear she had gone.

The Captain said...

I think it was more a realisation that my past is unravelling, it was always like the past was still there.