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This section features interesting articles written by former colleagues on a wide range of subjects related to the Bermuda Police Service or recounting personal experiences.   We are delighted to receive articles from anyone who wishes to put pen to paper, and will assist with editing where necessary.

 

 

Reflections on 2nd February 1965

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Several weeks ago I was asked to attend a meeting at the Bermuda Industrial Union (BIU) Headquarters at which I was  invited to participate in a panel discussion reflecting on the events surrounding the BIU/BELCO industrial dispute leading to the rioting that took place on Serpentine Road on the morning of February 2nd 1965.
 
BIU Programme for the Night of Reflection
 

The panel discussion was to be part of  “A Night of Reflection on the 50th Anniversary of the BELCO Strike”. It was to be held at the BIU headquarters, 50 years to the day since the BELCO riot.  The panel itself would comprise just 4 people, Mr. John Stovell who was Vice President of the Electrical Workers Union at BELCO in 1965,  together with Andy Bermingham, Wentworth Christopher and myself, all of whom were young police officers at that time.

Our discussion was to follow a speech by Brother Ottiwell “Ottie” Simmons, who was President of the BIU in 1965.   I have to say that during our first meeting Mr. Simmons made it abundantly clear that he wanted us, as former police officers,  to speak freely and frankly because the whole point of the evening was to “reflect” on February 2nd, and that meant from ALL points of view.

A few days later I asked  a good friend of mine, “Who could ever have believed that 50 years after the Belco Riot, the BIU would invite not one, but three former policemen to sit on a four man panel discussing what happened that day.”  Times have certainly changed!

BIU Headquarters on Union Street in Hamilton
 

I arrived at the BIU at the appointed time and the first thing I noticed were two photographs taken outside Belco on 2nd February being displayed in a prominent position at the main entrance.  I had provided both these photos to BIU Recording Secretary, Ronaldine “Ronnie”  Burgess a few days earlier and she had gone to the trouble of having them enlarged and put in a prominent location for all to see.  To me this was significant because one was a graphic photograph of P.C. Ian Davies lying on the ground with blood pouring out from the wound to his head while  several fellow officers were trying to shield him, armed with nothing more than the regulation truncheons that police officers always carry when on duty in uniform. The second photos showed a group of police officers in uniform standing on the opposite side of Serpentine Road to the strikers. They are clearly unarmed and not carrying any riot gear.

Former police officers Gilmore "Gil" Simons, Eugene "Buck" Woods, and Peter
Duffy. Sitting in the 3rd row from the front. On the front row is Kenny Paul and his
wife Marion,and sitting behind Kenny is historian and author Ira Phillip,  
author of "The History of the Bermuda Industrial Union"
 

On entering the already packed hall I was pleased to see among the audience there were several police officers who had also been present at the Belco riot, including Eugene “Buck” Woods, Peter Duffy, and Gilmore Simons who had been awarded the Colonial Police Medal for Meritorious Service  for his actions during the riots.  The hall quickly filled to overflowing as did a second large room upstairs where the audience could see and hear what was happening via video. 

The E. F. Gordon Hall was packed to capacity
 

It was a full house, with Premier Michael Dunkley, the Minister of Community, Culture and Sports The Hon Patricia Gordon-Pamplin (daughter of one of the founders of the BIU, Dr. E. F. Gordon), Senator Jeff Baron (also a former police officer), the Rt. Rev Nicholas Dill, Bishop of Bermuda, and a host of dignitories.

Standing United
(l-r)  Walton Brown, Mrs and Mr. Walter Roberts,
The Rt Rev Nicholas Dill (Bishop of Bermuda)
Senator Jeff Baron, Premier The Hon Michael Dunkley, and Sister Molly Burgess 
 

If I had any apprehension about being a former policeman speaking in front of what one might have been expected to be a hostile audience, this was immediately and completely dispelled. Wentworth, Andy and I were all warmly greeted and made to feel very much at ease throughout the evening.

After an opening prayer and remarks by BIU President Chris Furbert and former BIU General Secretary Eugene Woods (not “Buck” Woods!), Brother Ottie, or rather “Father” Ottie as he was called during the evening, gave his presentation on the history  of events leading up to the BELCO/BIU dispute and the rioting.   

He described how the BIU had been seeking to represent the outside plant  workers at BELCO, those who basically,”did all of the donkey, dangerous and life risking work and had no union representation”.  Even after the Labour Relations Officer recommended that a “secret ballot” be held among  outside plant employees only, to determine whether the workers wanted union recognition, management refused to agree which resulted in the Electrical Division of BELCO voting by a secret ballot  to take strike action, with the strike beginning on 19th January.

Brother Simmons comments really helped to put into perspective the times in which black people were living in Bermuda at that time, and the fight, often seemingly futile, to bring about equality and respect for the union and its workers.  He said the strike was taken because the employees at BELCO were being denied their legal right to join a trade union of their choice and to have that union represent them in establishing fair wages and conditions of employment.

Retired BIU President, Brother Ottiwell Simmons addressing the audience
(photo courtesy the Royal Gazette)
 

He gave a comprehensive account of the morning of the riot, and was at pains to say that the intent from the BIU leadership’s point of view had been to have peaceful picketing,  He also commented that from the start of picketing several weeks earlier, the atmosphere between the police and picketers had been friendly, with police officers sometimes eating food supplied by the BIU supporters who were also taking care of the picketers.  But on February 2nd "one could feel that congeniality coming to an end.  To put it bluntly all concerned were frustrated."

He went on to say that on that day the Union made up its mind to frustrate the staff so that they would go back home, and the company would break down and agree to hold a secret ballot among the outside plant workers.  He described how the lines moved slower than all previous days.  As he said, "This frustrated inside plant staff and the police, and picketers were losing patience, hence the line slowed up to a near stop."  He went on to say that the police then intervened and asked the picket line to speed up or open up, so that the white collar staff could go to work.  He added that this plea by the police was simultaneously accompanied by pushing picketers in order to break the line, and that some "mild scuffles" started between police and picketers.

Brother Simmons described how he then received a phone call and was told that the police were planning to send the riot squad. He did say that when the police attempted to make openings in the picket line they were met with resistance by the picketers, and around this time the police riot squad appeared on the scene and started shooting gas canisters.

Picketers taking a break outside Belco
 

I have to say that his version of events leading up to the actual rioting, was at variance with what happened on the ground from the police point of view.  He intimated that it was the Police who appeared to have a different attitude to the picketers that morning  - a point on which we disagree. Nevertheless, Mr Simmons repeatedly stated that he wanted everyone to hear from us because the purpose of the panel discussion was to hear all points of view and to truly reflect on what happened that day.

Members of the Panel 
(l-r) Roger Sherratt, Wentworth Christopher, Andy Bermingham, John Stovell.
Also seated -  Brother Ottiwell Simmons, Rev Nicholas Tweed, and
standing, Sister Laverne Furbert
 

Mr. Stovell was first of the panelists to speak and he eloquently described the contempt with which the Belco outside crew were treated by management when they tried to unionize, and described how even the toilets at Belco were segregated.  Mr. Stovell had been working in the garage at Belco and was helping the outside plant staff to seek union recognition as their bargaining agent.  He had been incensed when the powers-that-be had denied Dr. Barbara Ball hospital privileges to see her patients as a result of her joining the BIU.

Next to speak was Andy Bermingham, and I should say here, that Andy and I did not get together or communicate in any way prior to that evening about what either of us might say.

A group of some 24 unarmed policeman standing on Rosemont Avenue
opposite BELCO on the morning of 2nd February 1965
P.C. Ian Davies is the constable wearing a flat cap on the end of the back row
 

Andy gave what I can only describe as a brilliant and concise presentation in just a few short minutes. He described how he was there at the centre of the action when things started to get out of hand;  when a car tried to drive through the picket line and how the picket line quickly closed as the car tried to get through.  Andy recounted how he and other officers took action to have the car driver reverse and leave the scene in order to AVOID any confrontation;  how a group of men, not the picketers themselves were arming themselves with weapons, golf clubs, long sticks etc and storing them behind a nearby wall;  how the picketers became more agitated, and how violence erupted and several policeman, including Ian Davies, all unarmed, were set upon, with Ian Davies in particular being very badly injured and his skull fractured after being struck on the head with a weapon.

P.C. Ian Davies lies in a pool of blood with his skull severely fractured, being
protected by three colleagues who by then had taken out their regulation 
truncheons to defende themselves (l-r) P.C. Andrew Bermingham (running),
P.C. George Linnen (kneeling), and P.C. Tim Burch (standing)
 

Andy also stated categorically that the police had no intention of using the riot squad - except as a last resort,  that tear gas was only used around 10.30, well after the violence that resulted in the injuries to Ian Davies and several other policemen;  and that the police never had control of the BELCO area until gas was used to disperse the large crowd.  Andy concluded with an assessment that there was poor command from Police HQ, and that the Police totally underestimated the depth of feeling and anger at grass roots level.

Wentworth then spoke about the tremendous difficulties he had as a Bermudian police officer,  with close friends amongst the picketers such as  Kenny Paul  - they both sang in the same church choir.  Wentworth stressed the shocking inequalities growing up in a society where whites held all the positions of power, and where one could only vote if one owned property, and even then,  property owners,  the vast majority of whom were whites, would have the right to vote in every parish where they held property, so much so that General Elections had to be held over three days so wealthy property owners could make it to all the parishes where they were legally entitled to vote. 

This, and other personal experiences from audience members, such as the calling of mortgages when anyone was seen to be pro-union, and how Dr. Ball was denied access to her patients at the hospital as soon as she joined the BIU, were all factors in creating great resentment in the black community as it strived for equality and social justice.

Earlier in the evening there had been specific mention of the Police Force comprising of mainly expats, some of whom had served in colonial forces such as Rhodesia, (ironically, Andy Bermingham is the last Bermuda police officer to have served there), South Africa, Palestine etc. and when I spoke I felt I should point out that far from being a “colonial police officer” I was the son of a coal miner who was a lifelong member of the Mineworkers Union so I had an appreciation of the struggles of unions to improve the lot of their members.  And far from being a “colonial police officer" I’d spent several years as a  constable in the English Midlands (in a multi-cultural town, Bilston, near Birmingham) before coming out to Bermuda. 

There was also a perception that UK officers lived in the barracks and only fraternized at the Police Club instead of mixing with the local community.

I pointed out that when I came to Bermuda in 1964, the police had the only completely integrated sports teams on the Island, such as our football and cricket teams both of which were amongst the best on the Island, whereas I could not recall any other teams with a white player in a black team, or a black player in a white team.  I also mentioned spending far more time at the 40 Thieves Club and Hamilton nightclubs than sitting in the police club bar which was not really my scene.

The outstanding Police Cricket Team - 1962
Police Sports teams were the first in Bermuda to be fully integrated
 

There was no arguing though that Bermuda was still very much a racist society in the 1960’s although it was difficult for a newly arrived policeman such as myself, and others, to appreciate the depth of this racism.

However, I recalled one first-hand experience I had when a group of young policemen and nurses got together for a swimming match in the St. George’s hotel swimming pool.  Our Police team comprised all expats except one -  Gary Perinchief.

Young P.C. Gary Perinchief
 

Shortly after our arrival at the pool,  Gary was approached by the (black) Hotel Manager and told he was not permitted to swim in the pool.  It took quite a few minutes for all of us to realize what had happened, and I regret to say that we carried on swimming, with an assurance from the guy organizing the meet that we would definitely be making an official complaint about the hotel. 

Frankly, this incident has always haunted me.  This was a dreadful, totally humilitating thing to happen to a young born Bermudian police officer in his own country who was deemed to be the wrong colour to swim with a “bunch of foreigners”!  Yes, we did make a formal complaint, and I believe the hotel issued not only a formal apology, but also changed its policy as a result of our complaint. But I have to be honest and say that we all should have walked out there and then with our brother police officer.  Not to do so was shameful.  (If you check out the photograph below of the group of police officers lined up on Serpentine Road you will see Gary’s brother, Wayne, standing shoulder to shoulder with his fellow officers.  That’s the way it should have been, in reverse, at the St. George’s Hotel swimming pool.)

I briefly outlined this incident as one of the first direct indicators I had that racism was very much alive and well in Bermuda in 1964, but as police officers we were not facing it 24 hours a day.

As mentioned earlier, Brother Ottie Simmons had stated that relations between the police and picketers had generally been very friendly when the dispute started, but the mood had changed by February 2nd.

I pointed out that from my personal experience, picketing had certainly been orderly and friendly at the start, and that we saw our duty as simply making sure that picketing was peaceful and done in accordance with the law i.e. was it a maximum of 16 in the picket line any one time? And they were supposed to stay on the move, and clear the gate each time before they turned around.  Yes the tension had increased, in part because there had been several dynamite explosions of BELCO property prior to that morning -  something which had not been alluded to during Brother Ottie’s presentation.

Close up of the police officers standing on Rosemont Avenue
 

I had reported for duty outside BELCO at 7.20am that morning and had witnessed the fact that the picketers were moving much slower, to the degree that they were making it just about impossible for anyone to enter or leave through the gates which was clearly against the law.  I was there along with about 18 others policeman, all in regular uniform.  

During my brief comments I stated emphatically that I knew of no instructions to the police on duty to be more strict or forceful with the picketers,  and as far as we were concerned our only purpose was to keep the peace and make sure the picketing was carried out legally.  I pointed out I had made an entry in my pocket book that morning to the effect that I had seen men carrying golf clubs and other weapons across the street behind a nearby wall. They were not being carried by the picketers at that time but there was no doubt that some men were arming themselves with weapons.  Fortunately for me, before the violence broke out I had to leave the scene to attend Court to give evidence in a case that had nothing to do with the dispute.

Although I had not been present when the violence occurred I concluded my remarks by pointing out that another young constable  who was present that morning and who was injured in the riot, had later written his own first-hand account which had been published in the Royal Gazette 2 years ago.  The officer was David Mulhall who left Bermuda later in 1965 and went on to become a university history professor.  I stated that his account of the Belco riot was the most comprehensive and accurate I had ever seen from the point of view of those police officers who were there. (CLICK HERE to read Mr. Mulhall’s account). I invited anyone who is interested in seeing the Belco disturbance through the lens of the Police in more detail to read Mr. Mulhall's account on our ExPo website.

The Riot Squad was eventually called in after 10.30am and well after the rioters
had armed themselves with an array of weapons stored behind a nearby
wall, and used them to attack attacked a number of policemen, including Ian Davies.
 
Following our brief presentations the floor was open for questions and comments, and much to my surprise no-one in any way challenged the account of that morning as given by Andy and myself.  On the contrary, one gentleman stood up and described how he had attended the scene and had used his own tools to cut oleander sticks to arm the men at the scene.  In fact, afterwards I was approached by a considerable number of people who thanked both Andy and myself for presenting the police side of the days events.

Former Sergeant Eugene “Buck” Woods  stood up during question time and described in detail how he, too, was  on duty that morning, as he had been during the Docks Dispute in 1959,  and that the police were trying to keep the peace, but when violence broke out he was hit on the head from behind by a mayonnaise bottle full of water and had to be treated in hospital along with the other injured police officers -  in the maternity ward!

   Eugene "Buck" Woods
 Andrew Bermingham
   
Gilmore Simons
            

Yes, there were several speakers who described the actions of some individual police officers who behaved badly after the riot when emotions were running high but there was literally no animosity shown towards Andy or myself or the officers present who had been on Serpentine Road on the morning of February 2nd 1965.

Unfortunately,  there are still some people who believe, wrongly, that P.C. Ian Davies and his 16 fellow officers were all injured as a result of the riot squad clashing with, or attacking the picketers, but this is manifestly untrue.  P.C. Davies was attacked well before the riot squad was called in, and the photo of him lying in a pool of blood surrounded by policemen armed with nothing more than their regular small batons, which they had drawn to defend themselves and P.C. Davies by that time, clearly shows that neither he nor they were part of a riot squad.

What was very evident, however, was the fact that in many ways the racism and discrimination endured by black Bermudians for countless years before the Belco dispute came to a head on the morning of February 2nd when, as Brother Ottie himself said, "I think it safe to say that on that day the Union made up its mind to frustrate staff .... the lines moved slower than in previous days ... and the picketers were losing patience, hence the line slowed up to a near stop".  The police were there to do nothing more than their duty and that was simply to ensure that the picketing was carried out legally, and that anyone wishing to enter or leave BELCO should have been able to do so, even if the line was moving slower than usual.  This was a recipe for disaster, with a group of men arming themselves with weapons used to attack police long before the riot squad arrived at the scene. 

P.C. Ian Davies

I would like to believe that although this time of reflection is just one event, it may help all parties in some small way to realize that in any dispute there is a need to respect and listen to the other side, and to make every effort to move forward without the need to resort to violence. There is a need for the public at large, especially the parties to any dispute, to appreciate that the Police Service is there simply to keep the peace and not to take sides.    It is also  imperative that the Police be properly prepared and thoroughly trained to handle difficult situations with tact, diplomacy, understanding and professionalism.

Thanks to the foresight of now retired president Ottiwell Simmons and organizers of this special event designed to reflect on the events of 50 years ago,  I felt that the evening resulted in a greater appreciation of the role of the police and a realization that those  officers present outside Belco on the morning of the riot were there for one purpose only - to carry out their duties and NOT to take sides. The evening’s discussions and debate were recorded on video, and it should be viewed by more people who will hopefully conclude at the end of the day that the Police were not the instigators  of the Belco riot.  The Royal Gazette also published an article about this evening's event on 3/2/15  (CLICK HERE for the Royal Gazette article).

Roger Sherratt 
6th February 2015
P.C. Mike Caulkett's account of
the events of February 2nd 1965
 
P.C. Michael Caulkett
 

My involvement on the 2nd February 1965 was quite brief but quite eventful. I had only been on the Island for two months and had no understanding of the discrimination that existed at that time or the underlying resentment that it quite rightly caused.

Prior to 2nd February I had not been involved in policing the strike and quite frankly hadn't shown a lot of interest in what had been going on at BELCO since mid-January.

However, as the situation at BELCO became more tense I found myself, with others, on stand-by at Hamilton Police Station. As I recall it, information was received that morning that things were turning unpleasant and that Andy Bermingham and Inspector Ball had been assaulted.

Following receipt of this news I volunteered to join a group in a van which I am sure was driven by Derek Jenkinson, to attend at BELCO. We were all in regular police uniform.  On arrival at BELCO our van was very quickly surrounded and attacked by a very angry crowd and eventually turned over. It was as we clambered out of the van that we were attacked by men wielding all manner of weapons.

While we were regrouping I saw, lying on the ground in an area behind a wall - and lower than the roadway - a stash of makeshift weapons consisting of iron bars,  wooden poles, golf clubs etc.  I would estimate there were about 15 of these weapons there.  They were on the ground just about in line with the large palm tree, the bottom of which can be seen in the photograph showing Ian Davies lying on the ground with his head badly injured.   The trunk of the tree can be seen between Andy Bermingham and George Linnen who were trying to protect Ian Davies, with Tim Burch standing next to them.

Ian had been badly injured and the police officers present were all trying their best to protect him. 

I went down from the roadway to where the weapons were and was in the process of gathering them up when a man jumped up on the wall from the roadside just by the tree, wielding a long metal bar. I stood up to face him at which point he threw the bar at me, the end of which hit me on my top lip causing a wound that later needed several stitches. 

The man ran off and I discovered that what he had thrown at me was a hollow metal bar around an inch to an inch and a quarter in diameter with a wooden plug driven into one end into which several nails had been driven before being turned over and their heads roughly cut off causing them to be jagged at the ends.  It was obvious that much time and thought had gone into the preparation of this weapon which was clearly designed to cause injury. This and the stash of weapons I discovered also clearly showed that many of those present that morning were not there for any peaceful purpose.

After being hit I went back up on the roadway where Ian Davies was lying on the ground with serious head injuries, and with others we tried to protect him while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.

A group of police officers assist the ambulance crew to put Ian Davies into the
ambulance. The four officers in the centre of the photograph are P.C. Malcolm White,
P.C. George Linnen, P.C. Mike Caulkett, and P.C. Andy Bermingham.
(Photo courtesy the Royal Gazette)
 

I was eventually taken in a large American station wagon ambulance and well remember racing along Front Street with sirens sounding.

I later gave evidence in court about the events of the 2nd February and I recall that these cases caused further tension in the community. Like everyone I was concerned about the condition of Ian but apart from this I put the events of the 2nd February behind me.

23rd Feburuary 2015

Editors note -  P.C. Michael Caulkett was awarded the Colonial Police Medal for Gallantry as a result of his actions that morning, as were P.C's Andrew Bermingham and Ian Davies.

23rd February 2015

Personal account of the events of 2nd February 1965,  
written by then P.C. William Connell McBurnie
 
William Connell McBurnie
 
I was serving in Cycle Squad at the time, but early on 2nd February 1965, I was sent down to BELCO and was assigned to the Works Entrance.   One of the picketers tipped me off there was going to be trouble that morning.  Some time later a group of picketers ran screaming over to the office area.  The gate near where I was standing was locked and I asked someone from BELCO staff to let me in so I could use their phone to call for assistance.

I called Police Headquarters and asked for them to send the riot squad as things were getting out of control, but I was told they wouldn’t be sending the riot squad.

I remained at the Works Entrance for a while to make sure no-one climbed over the fence.  I saw a lot of picketers and people running around, some of them now armed with weapons, golf clubs, concrete reinforcement rods etc and heading towards the Office Entrance.

I saw a police van passing my location heading towards the Office Entrance and I later learned they had been dropped off to try to remove weapons from the crowd who used their weapons to cause injury to these officers.  The officers who arrived in the van were definitely in regular uniform.  They were not in any riot squad.

I remained at the Works Entrance and called a second time for the riot squad, again the answer was negative.

Things began to get worse and after a long delay the riot squad led by Ernie Moniz finally arrived.  The picketers scattered with some running past my location at the Works Entrance.  After things settled with no picketers at my location, I walked through the Belco Property to the Office Entrance.

When I looked out from the Office Entrance, I recall seeing debris everywhere, mainly bricks and stones.  A number of uniform officers, not in riot gear, were standing around on the road.  I found a thick piece of cable about 4 ft. long and approximately 1-1/2 inch in diameter.  The thick wires at the end were exposed, bent over like an umbrella and the wire ends were sharpened.  I picked it up in case I had to defend myself, as the issue truncheon was no match against the picketers’ weapons.  (I base this comment as an instructor for 23 years at the Ontario Police College in charge on use of force, including firearms and self-defense.)

I was asked to go upstairs to meet some men from the Belco Management. They handed me the key to the building and told me they were closing it down.  I told them that a number of policemen had been injured to keep the place open, and after they discussed it among themselves, they agreed to keep Belco open and I handed the key back to them.

Brief account of arrival of Riot Squad
by former P.C. Nick Hall
 
P.C. Nick Hall
 

Chief Inspector Nixon ordered me to draw the unit van and collect Sgt. Ernie Moniz and the riot squad at Operations and take them to the Belco Riot on the morning of 2nd February 1965. Afterwards I remained at the scene with others and searched the peaceful pickets. There was a large lunchbox behind the line wall where golf clubs etc had appeared. Their large lunchbox was searched and contained carefully wrapped sandwiches in tissue, along with machete’s and rocks etc. This completely negated and nullified allegations of Police attacking them because Ian Davies and my other colleagues carried nothing offensive whatsoever!!

Editors note  -  The hiding of offensive weapons in the large lunchbox used to feed the picketers apears to show a clear intent by some of the organizers to prepare in advance for a violent confrontation with the Police.  Some of the weapons used and subsequently seized that morning were specifically designed as offensive weapons.

Brief comment from Nurse Jo Fairey about
arrival of the ambulance to pick up seriously injured policeman
 

Nurse Jo Fairey was also called to the riot that morning in an ambulance dispatched to the scene to pick up a very seriously injured policeman, Ian Davies. Jo vividly recalls how the rioters tried to stop the ambulance getting to Ian Davies and also having some of the rioters rocking the ambulance trying to overturn it while its crew was trying to treat the injured officer and transport him to Emergency.

Account of riot given by P.C. Gilmore Simons

 

P.C. Gilmore Simons
 
P.C. Gilmore Simons recently recounted what happened from his point of view on the morning of the BELCO riot when he arrived at the scene. (CLICK HERE for his account in our "Then and Now" column) Gilmore was one of the local Bermudian officers present when Ian Davies was brutally attacked, and Gilmore witnessed the attack first-hand.  He personally knew many of the picketers there that morning and he was  directly threatened by one of the rioters who told him, "You ...............  We're going to kill you today".  Gilmore  was attacked by a number of men, one of whom hurled a metal rod at him, but fortunately for Gilmore he was able to catch it and then use it to defend himself.  This all occurred before the riot squad was despatched to the scene,  again corroborating other accounts from police officers that the violence, including the vicious attack on Ian Davies all happened well before the arrival of the riot squad.

  

  

Brilliant Bermuda Reunion in Birmingham

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Brilliant Bermuda Reunion
at Ramada Inn, Sutton Coldfield

As we travel through life we occasionally experience “events” that are so special they remain forever etched in our memories, and by all accounts the Bermuda reunion held in Sutton Coldfield, Birmingham, last September, was just such an unforgettable event for all of those who attended,  thanks to our good friend Bill Nixon, who did a brilliant job in organizing it from start to finish.

Organizer in Chief
Bill Nixon

The reunion took place at The Ramada Inn, Sutton Coldfield, Birmingham on 20th and 21st September 2014, and those who turned up had chance to catch up with old friends and colleagues, many of whom they had not seen for 40 years or more.

I must sincerely apologize for not posting a full report on our website earlier than this, but I want to take this opportunity to thank Bill for putting on a superlative reunion.  However, as one who did not attend I am hoping that those who did will take the trouble to write to us and let us know how you enjoyed it.  We would also be delighted to receive more photos for our special album of the reunion. Go to our Photo Galley under the Main Menu on our front page and scroll down to view the photo album. 

We can start with comments we have received from four of those in attendance:-

Dave Cook  -  Between 19 & 21st September 2014,  I had the pleasure of attending  a Bermuda Re-Union is Sutton Coldfield, Birmingham, organized by a former Bermuda police friend/rugby player Bill Nixon.

I arrived around lunchtime at the Ramada Inn on Penns Lane. After checking in I somehow found myself in the bar, and who was there but one of the guys who I went to Bermuda with in 1966, yes John 'Coco' Eve. It was great to see him, he certainly has not changed and remembers his days in Bermuda vividly. Also there was Helen Gallagher (Tommy's widow), she was enjoying being in the company of former friends & colleagues from Bermuda. A flower garland was placed around our necks along with a name tag in case we had a problem remembering who was who. Coco refused to wear his as he said nobody knew him as John Eve, only as Coco!!

Sam Lewis, John "Coco" Eve, Mike Jent and Dave Cook
 
Barry Higham and Lynn, with Angus Brown
 
Sheila Skinner and Sue Wale
 
Dai Thomas and Marea
 
Friday night saw the arrival of quite a number of those attending, some of which included Paul Davis (who still has his sense of humor) and his wife. Later on Brian Malpas; Dai Thomas, Les & Heather Brown, Mike Jent, Angus Brown, Gerry & Shina Lyons.

On Saturday I accompanied Gerry & Shina, Coco & Angus on a fun-filled trip to the Bull Ring in Birmingham city centre, despite Gerry being conned into buying a tee shirt from a couple of slick Jamaican shopkeepers. 

Out for a stroll
Gerry & Shina Lyons, Mike Jent, Angus Brown and John "Coco" Eve

Dinner on Saturday night was a wonderful evening which was enjoyed by all. I have written to Bill Nixon congratulating him for his hard work in organizing a very enjoyable and successful weekend. It's the first overseas reunion I have attended, and it certainly won't be the last. Like Ian Graham said, he saw people he had not seen for 40 years. It’s just so enjoyable meeting and catching up, problem is there is not enough time to do all that.

I look forward to the next get together sometime in the future.

Dave Cook.

Davie Kerr - Bill Nixon did a BRILLIANT job of organizing the whole show.  Civvies who attended included John Price (ex-BPRFC), Sam Lewis (ex-Teachers RFC), Colin Thomas (ex-Teachers RFC), Jim Duke (long-time hanger-on of BPRFC!), Steve McHale (ex-Malabar), Keith Midgeley (ex-Casemates staff), Scott Benton (ex-Government dentist), Sue Wale (ex-KEMH Emergency), Chris Thomas (ex-wife of Dai Thomas), and Helen Gallagher (widow of Tommy).

Former Bermuda police officers in attendance included Angus Brown, Les Brown, Peter Brown, Bob Payne, Bob Porritt, Brian Malpas, Dave Cook, Dai Thomas, Gerry Lyons, Ian Graham, John Arlott, John "Coco" Eve, Barry Higham, Ray Lloyd, John Skinner, Malcolm Edwards, Paul Davis, Mike Jent, Tony Laughton, Owen Marsh, Ken Lewis, and me. If I've missed anyone, I do humbly apologise!

Most of us had our respective partners with us. Many of the wives hadn't met before, but everyone agreed that it was an absolute cracker of a weekend!

Davie and Jean Kerr

My Jean said  she thoroughly enjoyed herself and it was great just how everyone mixed in together, and I remember Paul Davis' wife Carol saying basically the same thing. We hadn't even got in the door before someone looked out of the bar and saw us, and roared out "Hi Davie Kerr!"

Quite a few of us arrived on the Friday and spent two nights there, and on the Friday evening eight of us (Ian & Maggie Graham, Paul & Carol Davis, Angus Brown, Sue Wale [Maggie G's former shift partner], and Jean & me) went out to dinner at a wee Italian restaurant which Sue (who lives locally) knows well and I think patronises quite often, and it was fabulous!

(l-r) Davie and Jean Kerr,  Angus Brown, Sue Wale,
Paul and Carole Davis, and Ian Graham
(Photographer must have been Maggie Graham)
 

Angus (who you may recall could always tell a good story) was on top form, and the rest of us were always able to chip in any time he stopped for a drink or a breath, which I think was in roughly equal proportions! Just for good measure it happened to be my birthday that day, and the staff came through with my dessert and a candle on top, singing "Happy Birthday"!

Cheers.
Davie.

Ian Graham  - Just back from the Bermuda Reunion at Sutton Coldfield which was great. Met up with some folk I had not seen for over 40 years.

 
Ian and Maggie Graham

I am sure you will get lots of reports but suffice to say it was a great success. I attach a few photos which are not of the best quality but will give you a flavour of the two nights.

Ian and Maggie

Paul Davis, Bill Nixon, and Tony Laughton

Tony Laughton - I cannot speak too highly of Bill's organising efforts - nothing left to chance, a real 'belt and braces' job!  The atmosphere of the event was wonderful,  I for one was reminded by others, of many 'escapades' that I had (maybe conveniently) forgotten!  Once again, many thanks to all. 

Tony and Yvonne Laughton
 
Best wishes and continued good health to all.  
Tony and Yvonne Laughton.
 
Final evening dinner
 
 
Dinner is almost served
Chris Thomas and Helen Gallagher are in the centre of the photo 
Bill Nixon in full flow
 
Organizing a group photo
 
A very disorganized group photo!
We are hoping that someone has the "official"
group photo where we can see everyone.
 
 
EDITORS NOTE -  We would be delighted to receive any extra photos and also any first-hand accounts of the reunion from anyone and everyone who was present for this event.  Photos should be sent to info@expobermuda.com and should be in JPEG format.  You can send your comments either to this same address or add them in the Comments column at the bottom of the article.  Please note that if you type comments below the article they will not appear immediately because we have to vet comments prior to posting.
28th January 2015
The following was received from Keith and Dot Midgeley who also attended the Reunion:-
We were delighted and privileged to attend the Bermuda Reunion in Birmingham. We were on holiday when Sam Lewis had posted it on my face book page.On returning back in England phoned the Ramada Inn and booked for the weekend then I told Keith what I had done.

Wow!! what a weekend- we chatted to old friends and workmates - some we hadn't seen since leaving Bermuda in 1981, Lyn and Ann my old shift partners at K.E.M.H., Steve and Pat McHale as our children attended Boaz Island Nursery; also meeting  new friends especially Dave Kerr as we are face book friends but was good to talk face to face.

We still have our garlands and name tags as keepsakes.

Special thanks to Bill Nixon for a fabulous weekend.
Dot Midgeley

Where are you for the Christmas Holidays?

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 Where are you for the Christmas Holidays?

Christmas is always a time when we can hopefully look back on our lives with fond memories of the good old days!

I vividly recall being invited up to Sgt Derek Fletcher’s home at Prospect for my first Bermuda Christmas dinner in 1964.  His wife cooked a delicious meal for the family and in so doing introduced me to cassava pie for the first time. I have to confess to not having been a great cassava fan for the first few years but these days I would have withdrawal symptoms if my wife decided not to include it with our Christmas dinner. 

We may not have the snow and ice, or even the cool weather  enjoyed elsewhere but we Bermudians certainly know how to get into the Christmas “spirit”!  Our dinner will include roast turkey with Bermuda thyme and onion stuffing, new Bermuda potatoes – if we get to the vegetable cart early enough  and bearing in mind that many of our crops were destroyed during the visits of Fay and Gonzalo -  fresh carrots,  brussell sprouts,  roast parsnips, cassava, ham, loads of gravy and mustard sauce, and all dat der! It will be followed by homemade Christmas pudding and brandy sauce, mince pies (from Msrks and Spencer's) and if still hungry,  homemade Christmas cake that has been soaking for months  Goslings finest black rum.   And of course it can be washed down with egg nog with brandy or the same Goslings black!

We are fortunate to have our family here for the festivities so our apartment will be inundated with children and their spouses, and our five grandchildren, all of whom are still firmly in the “I believe in Santa” phase.  In fact they know he's for real because they witnessed him arriving in Bermuda last Friday on top of City Hall, and  saw him again this afternoon at the Santa Clause Parade through Hamilton.  CLICK HERE to see great photos of the Parade on Bernews, and see if you can find Gertie Barker's son, Che, in motion!

Early on Christmas morning we might even head down to John Smith’s Bay for an invigorating swim, depending of course, on the weather.  The alternative would be a walk around Spittal Pond.

We have many former colleagues who served in Bermuda Police spread all around the globe, and we would be delighted to hear from you about where you are and what you will be doing over the Christmas period.  Please also feel free to use our website to pass your best wishes on to old friends and colleagues who you served with whilst here in Bermuda.  And by all means send us any photos you would like to see published of either Christmas's past,  or this one.

On behalf of our Bermuda Ex-Police Officers Association I wish everyone a healthy and happy Christmas and New Year.

Roger Sherratt
30th November 2014
 
PS  I had not stepped into the birdcage for many years,  but on 3rd December there was a fabulous street party on Front Street to celebrate the fact that Bermuda has just been chosen as the venue for the America's Cup in 2017.  I couldn't resist the opportunity to climb into the very modern looking birdcage,  all lit up for Christmas, with my wife Marian, and our two grandchildren, Elizabeth and Eddie who loved seeing the Bermuda Regiment Band and the Gombeys, and a great Fireworks Display on White's Island.  Thousands of people came out to enjoy the Party and the weather was perfect.  Bermuda at its best.
 
Roger and Marian with grandchildren, Elizabeth and Eddie
 
29th December
 
We have received this Christmas message from our good friend former Detective Chief Inspector Norrell Hull:-

“Greetings from St. Vincent and the Grenadines.

I would like to wish all my retired associates very special Seasonal Greetings and the very best for the New Year.

This season in Bermuda brings back happy memories but life goes on and we must move on with it.  I miss my cassava pie and dark and stormies but substitutes can always be found.

My sympathies to the family of Inspector Hubert Simmons with whom I have shared some treasured moments in the Police Choir,

All the best and I would be grateful if you can secure me a copy of that Historical Police Book, payment can be arranged.

All the best to all the guys and gals.

Happy New Year

Former Det.Chief Insp Norrell B,Hull

Editors note  -  We have just published a Press Release from the Bermuda Police Service about how to obtain a copy of the History of the Bermuda Police Service book which is due out in February 2015.  CLICK HERE to view the press release on their website.

 
21st December
 
We just heard from Alan Coates who served in the Force from 1963 – 1968. Alan answered our request for information about how he remembered Christmas in Bermuda and what he would be doing this year. 
Alan and Brenda Coates on their wedding day in Bermuda

He wrote, “Your request is a bit of a memory test as it is now forty six years since we left for Scotland but Bermuda is such a special place that we will answer you by way of sentiment.

Yes, we did enjoy the cassava pie but not the eggnog.  We remember having Christmas dinner with the Woodwards (Jimmy was a Sergeant at Prospect) along with George Hammond and his wife (Carol)  who was a Doctor at the Hospital.  Another Christmas and we were with John Napier and his wife, Janet.  (John returned to Edinburgh, and we understand, eventually become a Prosecuting Counsel in a Procurator Fiscal’s Office).

We remember taking walks in the Arboretum, just off Middle Road and below Prospect on Boxing Days - just to get some exercise.  We also remember a magnificent hedge of poinsettias, also on Middle Road, near the Four Ways Inn.  For Christmas, this was very exotic!  Now, they are common place here in the UK and sell for just £2.50 – about $4 US dollars in our Supermarkets!

And the turkey?  This was generally bought at the Piggly Wiggly – no less, a Supermarket diagonally opposite the Cathedral or at a similar store on Front Street next to the Fire Brigade Station. 

And, alcohol?  Well, I don’t remember but we do remember Gosling’s Liquor Store on Front Street just before turning up Parliament Hill.  The front door and window frames were made of superb Bermuda cedar and once all was decorated for Christmas fare, looked superb. 

Similarly, Smith’s and Trimingham’s were decorated like mini Harrods.  Combine all that with colour illustrations in the, then Bermuda Magazine, of the grand interiors of some century old Bermudian houses mostly built with cedar together with Christmas decorations and you have the gist of it.

Here in England, we will be with our two daughters for Christmas dinner (not forgetting 2 grandchildren, one 5 yrs old and the other 11 months). On Boxing Day we generally go to the ‘the local Hunt Meeting’ (all red coats, horns etc) at Lambourn, West Berkshire, in the Valley of the White Horse which is the centre for ‘flat and jump’ race training - simply to get some mulled wine and fresh air!

We hope you all enjoy Christmas and will be very pleased to hear of any other memories and current circumstances of ex colleagues.

Alan and Brenda Coates

Editors note  -  Just a few updates on people and places mentioned by Alan:-

  • Jim and Woodward are living out in Western Canada and Jim keeps in touch with us from time to time;
  • George and Carol Hammond live in Tucker’s Town  and are avid golfers when not surrounded by children and grandchildren.  Carol went on to have her own practice, and George left the Police Force to set up a very successful business, Weir Enterprises, selling spare parts for mainly Japanese cars. George stays in contact with Arthur Rose who retired to live in England;
  • We heard that John Napier is living in Scotland but havn’t heard from him for quite a while. Would love to hear how he’s doing these days;
  • The Fourways Inn is still one of Bermuda’s finest restaurants, on Middle Road in Paget.  Not sure where the poincettias are that Alan refers to, but we have a major shortage of Christmas poincettias this year due to a double blow from Hurricanes Fay and Gonzalo;
  • The “Piggly Wiggly” supermarket is still there, opposite the Cathedral on Church Street, but is now called the Marketplace – the biggest supermarket chain on the Island).
  • The old Fire Station was situated for many years at the junction of Front Street and Court Street, but our “new” Fire Station, now over 40 years old is now located on King Street. However, the supermarket Alan is no doubt referring to is the Supermart which is just 50 yards east of the junction of Court Street, and at that time you would have passed the Forty Thieves Club to get to it!
  • Gosling’s Liquor stores are still an institution in Bermuda, all the more famous for the finest black rum, an essential ingredient for “dark and stormies”.  Anyone who directed traffic at the birdcage on Front Street would have been in fully view of Gosling’s store right in the heart of Hamilton at the junction with Queen Street.
  • Sadly, both H. A. and E. Smith’s and Trimingham’s are no longer the Bermuda institutions they were for many years;
  • The magazine Alan refers to is The Bermudian magazine which is still going strong and is still a delight to see and read.  There is an excellent section called “Who, What, Where and When” which features lots of fabulous old photos of Bermuda which might be of interest to anyone who has lived here.  By coincidence, the latest edition (December 2014) features an old building which will be very familiar to any former police officers who visited or worked in Somerset.  CLICK HERE to view the latest edition.

I do  believe that we should feature a section on our website, where you can ask what became of buildings, businesses, clubs, hotels  etc that you were familiar with when you lived here in Bermuda, and we would do our best to bring you up to date and perhaps feature photos of the places you fondly remember, and what they look like today.

 
15th December

We received this message from  Barry (Tim) Burch  who served from May 1962 – August 1965.

Tim Burch taken at Reunion held in Canada
(CLICK HERE for full photo and details)

I'm rather sad that the real Christmas appears to be rapidly  disappearing, and has been taken over by the electronic age.

Well,  this year I will be in Hospital for a few days prior to the big day having heart surgery but hope to be home in time to eat the bird!

I can remember a time when as a young copper on the Island on Christmas Day I was on motorcycle patrol and dropped into the old Nurses Residence and was introduced to eggnog plus (Gosling’s) Black Seal and thought it tasted just like custard  -  so I had a couple more!  I then went out to ride around the island, only to kick up the bike start off and ran though a big clump of oleander bushes into someone’s back yard.

I cannot recall what happened after that, but it has made me extremely wary of eggnog ever since.  I just remember howls of laughter at my demise. 

All the best of the season to you all in the Force at this time and to all my old colleagues who are still with us.  I enjoyed my years of service in Bermuda, and married one of the nurses. 

Tim Burch exPC 103

Editors note  -  We wish Tim all the best with his heart surgery and for the Christmas Season.

 
15th December

Colin Mackenzie we have received this message from Colin:-

Colin Mackenzie

Just wanted to wish friends and former colleagues best wishes for a happy and healthy Christmas and all the best for 2015.

I pass on good wishes to Barrie Mancell and his wife Jenny, Mike Rickards and his wife Rosalie, Dave and Sue Garland, Bill Butterworth, Moby Pett, Tom and Morag Smith and Peter Stubbs.

In keeping with the season, thought you should know that Santa has been doing his homework during 2014 and this is what seems to be happening in his world now. He is looking for some changes from everybody..... like this!

Watch out Santa's on his way.
He's checking to see if you have been good or bad
Presents galore under the tree in the den
But forget the cookies and milk, that's not for men.
In the middle of the night he looks for that something special
On tippy toes ever so quiet
He only has one thing on his mind
It's a "dark and stormy" or two, or maybe three or four
To heck with Rudolph, Santa's says he's going to stay for a few more!

On the afternoon that he wrote to us Colin and his wife were hosting their annual Christmas Lunch Gift exchange. Colin explains, ‘Friends and neighbours bring a wrapped present and we draw names as to who picks a gift. The next person can "steal" that gift or pick another one. A maximum of three steals for a gift and that's it.  I have never heard so much cackling and laughter in all my life..... almost noisy enough to get the bobbies to come by!!

Of course, my dark and stormy will be close at hand!!’

Best wishes to All
Colin

Colin has also promised to write to us about his recollections of Christmas’s in Bermuda.

 

14th December 2014

Dave Barber  has written:-    

Marge & I have always enjoyed our Christmas's in Bermuda, but every year when the children were small I would go to Boston in early December with Pete Shaw, Charlie Dorrington and Trevor Knight, we would all shop till we dropped in the daytime buying lots of gifts,  then wine and dine in the evening.

After a few years we decided Boston was too cold;  also we had to carry heavy winter stuff with us,  so we changed our venue to Florida doing our shop till you drop in a warmer climate.

One year our Mini bus wouldn’t take all our purchases - TV's,  sound systems etc. etc so we had to hire a car to carry the excess!

At Christmas the Somerset Police club used to have a great Party with a wonderful selection of food prepared by Eddie Robinson who was a Prison officer who had worked in several hotels in London & Europe as a qualified Chef.  The evening would also include a wonderful raffle.

Young Inspector Dave Barber

Possibly my most memorable Christmas Day happening was on December 25th 1980 about 7am as I was preparing to go to work at Western CID where I was a Detective Sergeant.   I told my small unit to take the day off and I will go to the Station, and deal with any overnight crime.

Approximately 7.15am the phone rang and it was Commissioner L.M “Nobby” Clarke.  He asked me,  “Dave,  what have you got for Christmas?”  I told him and he then said, “I have another present for you ….  you are promoted from this day to the rank of Inspector.” 

Shortly after,  WPC Coralie Trott shouted out,  “You have been promoted.  It’s just come on the teleprinter.” 

I believe I’m the only person in the Service who was promoted on Christmas Day. Enough said.   

Marge & I wish everyone a peaceful and Happy Christmas.

DB

14th December 2014

Gerry Lyons wrote to let us know who is in our latest “Who, Where and When” Photo – the one of the darts team in Somerset Mess  - and he added:-

“My first Christmas in Bermuda was spent working night shift. But I did have Christmas Dinner with my landlady and family. She was Bessie Lowe, mother of Robert Lowe and mother-in-law of Hazel Lowe of Salt Kettle.

Gerry and Shina Lyons will be hosting family and 

friends for dinner at their home on Christmas Day

This year we will have our usual dinner at home on Wreck Road with some family members and a few friends.

We generally have a few strays wander in later in the evening to partake in some of MY Christmas spirits.

Wishing everyone a great holiday,

Cheers

Gerry

12th December 2014

John McQuaid  -  We just received this article from our old friend Sgt John McQuaid in the UK.  Apologies to you John if it is not in quite the same format you sent it.  Hopefully the content is the same.  

John McQuaid

'Twas the Night Before Christmas …
Twas the night
Before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes
That St. Nicholas
Soon would be there…
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)

At this festive time of year Roger asks of his colleagues past and present, to remember and record bygone memories of Christmas times spent in the Islands - for me, a span of some 50 years since.  Lynn and I were to marry at Hamilton Register Office in 1965 and so next year is the golden one, but ask Lynn and she will assert that I have remembered only about 20 of them!  Anyway, what has that got to do with Christmas’s past?   Well, there is a tacit connection in my case, so get a bottle of Bacardi and some of those mince pies and I will explain.

Harman’s Bay, Somerset.

During the week before that particular Christmas, Lynn and I were just settling down to married life in to our new home at Leastways Cottage, then tucked away in deep undergrowth at Harman’s Bay on the Great Sound in Somerset (currently occupied by Dave and Marjie Barber.)  Over the entrance track and above our heads  was a very noisy wooden bridge which once carried the old railway track across the to our little house and later the ‘diddleybops’taking the back roads with their little illegal packages; it was then still in need of serious renovation.  To digress for a while, I had happened across this very tiny one bedroomed cottage on the Heydon Trust property whilst on patrol and seeing that it was approaching dereliction and almost totally covered in vegetation besides lacking a front and back door, I enquired of the owners as to its availability for me to rent with a promise of repair.  Receiving a response which suggested that I might be a bit odd, I was handed the house at a peppercorn rent.

As Christmas approached in 1965, not only were the turkeys getting fattened up for for the festive season but Mrs McQuaid was by now extremely large with child.  With the cottage by now watertight and the front jungle converted into a passable lawn, where else on earth would anyone choose to be than on the edge of the Great Sound, isolated amidst one of the largest undeveloped areas of the Island and looking East towards Hamilton harbour - especially on my rent!  Of course, in between times I worked hard patrolling the highways and byways of the Western side of Bermuda and controlling crime to earn a meagre living for my soon to be enlarged family.  I suppose in many ways I was halfway to heaven - but down on earth, fatherhood loomed!

Around the 18th day of that December the ominous warnings of imminent childbirth began - like the rumbling of thunder before a great storm or the shaking of buildings during an earthquake - well it perhaps wasn’t quite like that, but Lynn certainly described feelings which led us to abandon ship and prepare to head to the safe enclosure of KEMH at Hamilton for her delivery.  I had borrowed my good friend Bob Holdbrook’s blue mini and when loaded up with our requirements we were to make base in good time and without incident.  In no time at all, my good lady was whisked away from me, prepared for her ordeal and placed into a side ward.

I need to digress here once more, this time for the benefit of any younger people who might not understand.  It is to inform you that men, husbands that is, did not in those long-ago days, attend or partake in the birth of their offspring.  Fathers in the room was just taboo and I remember clearly that this suited me fine as I never did like to witness great pain at a close proximity.  Anyway, that is the way it was then and so ushered into a nearby waiting room, Matron assured me that I would be well informed of any progress and that they would indeed take great care of my precious cargo as it underwent this very common ritual; I knew my place.

Within an hour or so, I was officially informed that the magic moment was probably a little further off than first anticipated and that I could relax; perhaps return home?  I chose to stay and when approached by a young off-duty nurse, (whom I knew well from my very recent courting days), I felt justified in doing so when she informed me that she was off to the nurse’s Christmas party being held that very night and just across the way: would I like to tag along?

“Oh gosh no, but I couldn’t, my dear wife is in there and about to give birth”I asserted, but with very weak conviction. 

Well, after being assured that they all knew what I was hanging around for and that as soon as anything might happen of interest to me they would be able to whip me away for the moment.  Well, that seemed O.K. to me, so off I went to the ball.

I don’t remember too much of the actual party but it appears that I got pretty well laced.  I do though, recall being discovered in some sort of bike shed, apparently asleep on a concrete floor and looking decidedly rough. It was by now 8.30am and I slowly began to remember where I was and the reason for my presence - quel horreur - my wife! my baby! - was this day to be a defining one in my life? In panic, believing that I was well and truly in the dog house, I headed for the ward.

KEMH Maternity Ward - 1965

A Child is Born

Another discernible memory I retain is that of the ‘old fashioned’approach to maternity care at the hospital in Bermuda and indeed, in England.  Securely locked doors which afforded only lawful access to a small ‘viewing room’which in turn was separated from the busy nursery by large glass ‘observation’windows.  Being somewhat akin to visiting hours at Casemates, no physical contact was allowed, especially in the hours immediately following birth when babies were held up high by the nurses on the business side of the glass and pirouetted like dolls to display their features.

What I do need to tell you however, is that upon my tardy arrival I was greeted by the self-same nurse who had earlier inveigled me into her drinking den and whom I was later prepared to accuse of getting me drunk or worse. Between them, my apparently forgiving wife and the nurses on duty were awaiting my arrival seemingly hell-bent on some sort of feminine vengeance plot.  Being directed to the observation point at the window I was next approached by my nurse ‘friend’, now returned for the morning and carefully cradling my precious bundle - oh how my little heart was beating!  With a deft flick of her fingers and right in front of me, she folded back the blanket to expose the most beautiful little black baby girl you would ever wish to see.  This awful attempt at humour did actually work for a few seconds as I violently shook my head in a manner suggesting that a mistake had surely occurred.  My face must have been a picture as just about the whole shift of nurses came forward to congratulate me and as a special favour, they unlocked the portals to the inner sanctum and allowed me a visit to Lynn beside whom, in a small cot lay my very own, first-born child and son, red-faced, tousled black hair which was wet and matted:  looking not unlike a skinned rabbit lying on the kitchen worktop, he had only just arrived!

Monday, 20th December, 1965 was indeed a special day for us, as of course such moments have been for the many of us over the years, but this was my stellar moment, Michael John weighed in at 8lbs, 3ozs which is not a bad weight in anybody’s book and when the time was right - up to 10 days in some cases in those days - he would be joining us at tranquil and festive Leastways.

Yo Ho Ho! 
‘He was chubby and plump
a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him,
in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.’

Christmas was by this time well upon us and as Lynn lay abed at Hamilton cuddling her new charge, the ‘nouveau père’made himself busy around the home.  A small tree was gifted to which I applied my artistic best, crepe paper streamers, silver glitter and the usual wrapped up presents festooned the very small area of our little home whilst great excitement mounted.  When I received a call from the hospital to say that Lynn and Michael were to be liberated prematurely on Christmas Eve my joy knew no bounds.  Bob’s mini was requisitioned once more and I drove off into the morning rush hour to collect my presents.

A minor mishap at the hospital occurred when, in all the excitement of the morning, I drove away from the car park having forgotten to remove a very expensive topcoat from the car roof which must have slid off somewhere along the journey never again to see the light of day.  But more important things were happening and before long we three were bumping in Bob’s little car down the very precarious and rutted track which led from Sound View Road, under the wooden bridge and the overhanging cedar tree, just about on its last legs and onto the front of our house. With bundle in arms, we went into our home to enjoy our first Christmas as a family.  But we were not taking into account a serious problem which need to be resolved - and this, sooner rather than later.

Bah Humbug!

Lynn doesn’t have a great memory of my former colleagues from Bermuda, but there is one man, now passed on, whom she constantly reminds me of.  What rankles with her to the present time, especially at this time of year, relates to events on the day which I have been describing, the 24th December, 1965 and her memory goes something like this.

All of my preparations for her homecoming seemed to have passed muster, but whilst our excitement knew no bounds what was pretty daunting about the situation was that we were now totally on our own; isolated.  It rapidly dawned on us that we had no follow-up care or help from the authorities and worst of all, no other family member was nearer than about 3,500 miles away and this realisation soon began to play upon our minds.  In an effort to cheer her up I recall making the crass remark to her that ‘all we needed to to do was to feed him at one end and clean him up at the other.’- rocket science advice, that was not and which went down like a lead balloon!  Then to compound this situation, yet another, even worse thought came to both of us when I realised that in the haste of the moment combined with her unexpected and early discharge from hospital, I had not taken into consideration the small fact that I was scheduled to work a night shift that very night.  I realised that it was extremely short notice and on contacting Sonny Roberts, my erstwhile shift sergeant, I was informed that my chances were slim as the minimum staff could not be pared further.  Following his conference with the station Inspector George Taylor, Sonny was to advise me that I must turn out and that childbirth could not rate as exceptional reasons or grounds. Our dream was rapidly becoming a nightmare.

Astonished as the reader might be in today’s enlightened society, I did go to work that night and left a frightened new mother at home with her little one.  I enquired of her quite recently whether I did in fact return home during that shift and she assured me that I most certainly did not, it seems that I went off to Hamilton to provide cover in the capital; it is all very clear in her memory as she recalls that her eyes never closed until I came home the following morning.  Suffice to say that that Christmas day was punctuated with mainly the sounds of snoring.  (CLICK HERE for John's article in our "Then and Now" column)

Young Michael McQuaid
John assures us that his son was very unhappy 
at hearing rumours there was no Santa Claus!

Epilogue

On Christmas day, sometime in the morning when we are all together once again and have shared our presents, Lynn will raise up her glass, look across at me and say quietly, “Cheers Sonny, cheers George; Rest in peace”  Michael, who will have recently turned 49, will just grin and Mimi, now 45 will just let it all pass by.

Leastways, Somerset circa 1968...  
and a couple of years later - who cares!

And a very Merry Christmas to you all.

 
1st December 2014
 
DAVE AND PENNY LONG  -  We just received the following from Dave and Penny Long in Florida who still maintain their strong bonds with Bermuda as you will see from Penny's lovely article.
 
 

Greetings from David & Penny, Spruce Creek Fly-In, Daytona Beach, Florida. I love Christmas and possibly still believe in Santa! This year David and I are taking a cruise, very different from any Christmas before but we are looking forward to it. We set sail on 21st and return home on 28th.

David and Penny Long

Over all the years we have carried on many traditions from Bermuda or from our British heritage. Our Christmas tree stands majestically decorated including many ornaments from Bermuda, a “gold” one of The Bird Cage, Bermuda Cedar Christmas cut-outs and I am sure everyone one reading this has a Bermuda sand filled ball in their collection! Over the years we have carefully selected an ornament that depicts something special representing the year. We love unpacking all the ornaments as each one “tells a story.” 

David still gets his haircut on Christmas Eve as he did for many years at the barbers in the Walker Arcade. Ready to look dapper for his Christmas photos! The stockings are filled and hung and a great feeling that all has been done.

On Christmas Day we start very early in the morning stuffing our turkey and throughout the bastings we sip on our Harveys Bristol Cream (not sure where this comes from, I believe David put this into play, perhaps thinking of years gone by celebrating New Years Day at Prospect!) Somewhere during preparation time I switch from sherry to Eggnog laced with no other but Bermuda traditional rum, a much tamer concoction than the Bermuda recipe served at “Clarendon!”

We telephone and receive many phone calls from Bermuda, England etc. reliving many memories of Christmas past and their news of the day! Trying to time the calls just right with hour differences not wanting to interrupt any one’s Christmas feast!

I take great pride in setting a formal table with all our finery mostly from wedding presents when we married in Bermuda, 1966. I set the table a day or so before as it really is a masterpiece and I have memories of who gave us what and it is a lovely warm feeling! Our table is adorned with Christmas Crackers at each place setting. I have come to buying the “stuff your own gift” ones, they come with the hat, joke and of course the cracker to pull. I have it down pat to what gift to put inside: a golf ball, miniature Black Seal, lipstick etc. snuggly fitting in place A little more thought when it comes to an age appropriate toy as you have only so much room to insert the gift!

Another lovely tradition David makes a toast to all present, absent friends and family including passed loved ones. My Mom was the last of her generation; she passed away just before Christmas last year at the ripe ole’ age of 95. We will miss her dearly.

Unfortunately, our traditional meal does not include homemade Cassava Pie or Auntie Joan’s renowned Christmas pud anymore. I do still have the pudding bowl to remind me of her thoughtful special additions to our meal over the years! I now look for the smallest Cross and Blackwell Christmas Pudding to present in brandy flames and my family always say something like “Oh no, here comes that Christmas Pud again!”  Luckily they have my English Trifle made with Mount Gay Eclipse rather than sherry, petite fors and many other Christmas delights to satisfy that sweet tooth.

Not to forget the mincemeat tarts that I make each year, remembering that as a child we always put out a mincemeat tart and brandy for Santa. Actually that is how I found out who Santa was, as one year although the brandy was gone, the tart had been neatly placed back in the bakery box still counting to a dozen!!!!

Should I mention one act that has been a tradition over all the years? After such an extravagant sumptuous meal most men of the house tend to nod off while clean up is being done! Well planned I am sure! Our photograph collection has them well documented over the years.

We will be thinking of many of our Bermuda Police friends this Christmas and wish you all a very special day wherever you celebrate. We wish you full of memories past and new ones to follow and hope your New Year is one of happiness and good health. Cheers!

David and Penny Long

NB  David served in the Bermuda Police from 1964-1967 before leaving Bermuda with his Bermudian wife, Penny (nee Stevens) and moving to the U.S. where David took up a new career as an Airline Pilot.  He and Penny are now retired and live in Florida where they are both avid golfers.  CLICK HERE for an article in our "Then and Now"  column for an article on David and Penny.

 

2nd December 2014

DAVE AND SUE GARLAND -  Dave Garland’s recollections of his first Christmas in Bermuda.

I well remember my first Xmas in Bermuda, but before  I get there let me describe my arrival. I, along with Derek Singleton. Peter Rose and John Bailey were met at the Airport by Inspector Jim Hanlon. He told us that we were being billeted at Admiralty House, which didn’t mean a thing at the time.  (Editors note  - Does anyone have photos of the old Admiralty House as it was in the early 1960's?)

Derek and Peter were dropped off and taken to rooms in Cypher Block while John and I were taken to the main house. John disappeared into the bowels of the old house with Insp Hanlon who returned a few minutes later to myself where I was standing in the hallway. “Follow me” he said as we ascended a large stairway, went  down a passageway where at the end he opened a door into a vast room. (about 30 x 16 ft).

This, he said, was the Admiral’s bedroom. The room had two windows on each side, except the back wall which had a built-in closet the length of the wall. Two 8 ft fans overheard whirred into action when I switched them on. Boy, did I love those fans! I had a view of north shore from Dockyard to Fort St Catherine's. There was a massive flagpole on the north side. From the room I had a great view of the beautiful bay below.

Later I ventured downstairs and met a real character, Sid Gregory who lived downstairs in a room opposite the Ballroom. Welcome to Bongo Land was his opening remark as he stood there in baggy underwear and a grubby looking vest two sizes smaller that needed. What a character! I loved him. In a room at the right hand end of the building, up some turning stairs, resided Bob Stewart who introduced himself later that day. Bob was, and is, a bright Scotsman who went on to a great career with Shell. An excellent sportsman,  he played centre half on a very good Police football team, and also represented Bermuda in international matches.

So, around to Xmas.  Due to Derek Jenkinson and I assisting him in building the first police boat we met Tony Soares and his family who lived in Spanish Point. Tony was a boat builder, and Mary was his lovely wife. Along with another officer named Clive Thompson we had a great dinner with their family, and, became good friends with Earl, their son, who later became a Customs Officer.

We were welcomed into quite a few houses in the area. The good old days! Through this friendship Tony and Mary visited my family in Yorkshire the following year.

I would say that having Xmas in a home like the Soares’ was very comforting and made me think of my own family back home in the old farm house where I was brought up.  Because of this Sue and I, when we lived at Prospect, always invited single poIice boys to the house for Xmas dinner. The first I remember to be invited were Ian “Paddy” Ackroyd,  Jimmy “The Wop” Costello and “Big” Mike Parris.  I believe that was in 1971.

 
Christmas Dinner at the Garland's - 1971
(l-r)  Sue Garland, Pat McBride, Jimmy Costello,  Mike Parris, and Linda McBride
 
 
Jimmy Costello checks his Santa gifts!
 
 
"Big" Mike Parris looks almost angelic as he tucks in with his teddy bear after first
tucking into two full Christmas dinners - and maybe the odd drink or two!

That year we also hosted Pat and Linda McBride. Many others followed in subsequent years including Phil and Kathy Every, Malcy and Diane Smith, Jeff Baker, and many others. Apart from the  PRC what was there at Prospect at Xmas time?

Another happy Christmas Day at the Garland's home
(l-r) Kathy and Phil Every, Jeff Baker, Sue Garland, Malcy and Diane Smith

Perhaps Ian “Paddy” Ackroyd sums it up best  when he says, “I feel very fortunate to have been "adopted" by Sue and Dave Garland shortly after arriving in Bermuda.We became and remain good friends and still stay in touch.

“Their home at Prospect was an oasis for many of us and their hospitality and friendship was truly appreciated by the new recruits when they welcomed us to their home.”

First class hosts - Dave and Sue Garland

3rd December 2014

RAY AND PAT SOUSA  -  Celebrating Christmas in Western Australia – A Far Cry from early days in Bermuda!

Our old friend Ray Sousa just wrote to let us know what he and Pat will be doing this Christmas.

We have just been told that one of our children and his family from Bridgetown (Australia) are coming for the Christmas Parade in Perth on Saturday (Editors note  -  It might be warm in Bermuda over Christmas but it’s the height of summer in Perth).  Of course Pat already had plans for the week, which have to be changed.  Whenever these 3 grand-children stay with us Pat and the dog take a week to recover!

You can imagine the state of Pat and our dog "Muffy" a few years ago when we had our 4 children with their families including 7 grandchildren for Christmas. 

The procedure at Christmas is for everyone including the Muffy to gather around the Christmas Tree whilst I give out presents one at a time.  Sometimes this is interrupted by a bush fire call.  In the case of the Bridgetown mob, we are not likely to see them at Christmas [due to distance and fires]; so we are rushing around putting up the Christmas tree, lights etc.

Comparing Christmas in Bermuda and Australia.  In Bermuda my life can be divided into different sections.  As a kid the smell of 'gun powder' from cap guns and cooking comes to mind.  Every kid wanted a cowboy set of rhinestone or ivory handle guns.  I remember some big shoot-outs including outside St. George’s Police Station when the shooting was with toy guns!  

Preparation for Christmas started months before.  The Bermudian tradition was to soak mixed dry fruit in strong rum in large glass  bottles.   The mix was used for fruit cakes and puddings.  It was also tradition for kids to find the mix and eat some before it was used.  Yes, some kids became very happy before Christmas.  Some of us had to dig up, soak and grate cassava for Christmas.  Then there was the smell of cooking, my favourite being baked hams.  Bermudians, particularly those with a West Indian background used a lot of nutmeg and cinnamon, and of course rum.

Then there was the year my mother died the week before Christmas.  I was 11, and had to look after a sick baby brother.  By Christmas Eve  I had a bad case of flu.  I remember telling my father it was his turn to look after the baby.  I poured myself a glass of rum, added lemon, and honey, walked over to my bed and drank it.  I woke up the next morning with the worst possible hangover, but no flu.

My father remarried a few months later.  I then spent a lot of time before Christmases killing, cleaning, plucking chickens and geese for my step-mother's friends and relatives.  Thinking of the smells still make me sick.  I also hated most of her meals at that time.

I have previously mentioned my first Christmas when I was on the Force.  Due to friction in the family, my Christmas lunch at barracks was a tin of ham and a glass of scotch.  I worked the 4-12 shift and dealt with a domestic family fight.  I must have broken every rule in the books, but made two little girls happy by sorting the problem out without making an arrest.  Other than 1972 and 1973, after I got married, my Christmases were spent with other Police Officers.

Christmas in Australia varies a lot.  A considerable number of people spend Christmas at the beach.  Pat, like most people, likes to cook large dinners / lunches. Due to the heat I prefer something light such as salads. 

As mentioned before, I have dealt with a number of Bush Fires and other emergencies at Christmas.  One year I dealt with 3 fatal traffic accidents between Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve.  People have stated that they appreciated my professionalism at these incidents, and this helped them at the time.  However I do get flash backs this time of the year, including the smell of chicken and geese on my hands.  Much to her credit, Pat is aware of my issues, and ensures the kids always have a good Christmas.  Although some kids in other families might have got more, our children seem to have good memories of Christmas.

It is possible due to having difficult Christmases as a child in Bermuda, that I enjoy helping people this time of year.  Besides dealing with emergencies, Pat and I do volunteer welfare work.  One project will result in 120 families receiving  Christmas Hampers and over 200 children receiving presents.

I mentioned that people spend Christmas in different ways in Australia.  Here is one such story.

A city slicker decided he had enough of the rat race and moved to the bush.  After 6 months he was getting lonely and was glad when his nearest neighbour 250 miles away dropped in to invite him over for a Christmas party.

" I must warn you" said the neighbour, "that at my parties, there's a lot of drinking, drugs, loud music, swearing, fighting  and wild sex "

" I don’t mind that ", said the city slicker.  " What should I wear? ".

" You can wear anything you want.  There’ll only be the two of us", came the reply.

Wishing you all a Very Merry Christmas, and a Happy Healthy 2015.

All the best,

Pat, 'Muffy' and Ray

Editors note  -  We asked Ray to send a Christmas photo and he obliged with this one of himself with Pat's beloved dog "Muffy" taken just recently when he and his family went off to see their Christmas Parade in Perth, along with 300,000 others (5 times the population of Bermuda!).  As we figured,  the temperature in Perth on the day of the parade was over 80 degrees  but dropped down to around 70 by the time the parade started.  Ray and Pat have 7 grandchildren, and Ray is here with three of them (l-r)  Adison (5), Jada (9) and Brandon (7) who managed to stand still for just a moment for the camera.   

Pat adopted "Muffy" about 4 years ago and you can see her size from the photo, but Ray says she always wants to fight dogs bigger than herself and loves to chase snakes (not a problem we have in Bermuda!).  This is definitely NOT an Australian traditions, but two Christmases ago, Ray and Pat's daughter Reber; dyed Muffy bright pink which glowed in the dark and nearly caused accidents when she was out walking at night!

We wish Ray and Pat and their family a wonderful Christmas.

Ray and his beloved dog "Muffy" and three of his
seven grandchildren (l-r) Adison (5), Jada (9) and Brandon (7) 
on their way to the annual Christmas Parade. It's clearly not snowing!

11th December 2014

Joe  Mercer -  There is probably no one who has served in the Bermuda Police who will still remember former P.C. Joe Mercer who served here as  a Constable having joined the Force in February 1949.  Joe only served here for 9 months but during that time he formed a close friendship with a Bermudian constable, Howard Mitchell who many of us will remember as a Parish PC in the early 1960’s.

 
Young PC's Howard Mitchell and Joe Mercer - 1949

I had been given Joe’s contact details by former P.C. Derek Singleton who met him at a Memorial Service held in Rutland, England in 2010, and subsequently wrote a brief article about him in our “Then and Now” column (CLICK HERE to view the article).

I called Joe in the UK earlier today to enquire what he would be doing over the Christmas holidays.  Although he lives alone in the Lake District he is still exceptionally active for an 86 year old who was diagnosed with Prostate cancer several years ago but has undergone trial treatment and is doing very well.

In addition to walking daily he assists local farmers in clearing woodland of dead trees and invasive plants to “let in the sunshine” and encourage the growth of daffodils and bluebells.  He does this as an unpaid volunteer in return for half the logs he removes. In fact, when I called him he was sitting in his living room in front of a warm and cosy wood fire.

When asked what he would be doing for Christmas, Joe said he has been invited to a nearby neighbor’s farm for Christmas dinner, and will spend Boxing Day with another family who always extend a welcome to him for 26th December.

Joe says he has excellent choices of local pubs and restaurants in his area;  he still drives his car,  and by all accounts he is still living life to the full.    He sent his best regards to Derek Singleton and to all former members of the Bermuda Police.

 

More Articles …

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  2. POLICE WEEK - 2014
  3. Tim Shea - Bermuda Recollections
  4. At Home on Alexandra Road
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