The Reunion – 2015
To be held on Saturday 03 October 2015 at the Union Jack Club.
To reserve a room contact the UJ Club at the address below, do not forget to mention (the only time us ladies admit to it) that you are over 60 and if you are a member, it is worth your while. If interested please email email@example.com for details.
Union Jack Club
London SE1 8UJ
** New Telephone Number: 020 7902 6000 Website www.ujclub.co.uk
To attend reunions you will need your discharge papers, if you have mislaid them then you can write to:
I have just returned back from a wonderful weekend of almost constant chatter as we drag up more memoirs from our ‘little grey cells’. The first September reunion, Mike did not come as he thought it should be a ‘Girls Weekend’ as Annie in particular had gone to a lot of effort to track down people and organise it. However he regretted it as I was constantly on the phone asking him if he remembered so and so! The joys of working in the General Office on movements he knew most people if only by name. So he is one of the people we looked to to remember names in that first year: then with Annie driving it forward we are tracking down more and more people. That weekend we had people attend from far and wide, from The Turk & Caicos Island, Dubai, Brussels and the length and breadth of England. After that weekend of me interrupting the rugby on the television he decided to attend the next reunion. Janice Wilkinson (nee Evans) The Oxford dictionary states Nostalgia as ‘yearning for the past events and circumstances’ which is a wonderful way to describe a reunion. With excitement rising, we all met again on Friday at the Union Jack Club for a marvellous weekend. Civilian life, marriage, children may have set us on a course far removed from those great days in service, however we hadn’t changed. A bit older yes, wiser yes, we had just taken rather a long break. A trip on the London Eye was organised, a unique setting to say hello again, I doubt we saw much of London, too much talking there is always another time to see the sights.
So back to the UJ Club for drinks, in true Rissy fashion a reminisce to bring back those fond memories, how we treasure them, looking through treasured photo albums to remind us of those great days. Pip Clamp (Pearson) surprised me by returning an old dictionary after 35 years, what a piece of memorabilia, a wonderful gesture at least it left Rissy in Bill’s good hands, the bar closes in true military fashion, nothing changes there. The final day, breakfast and morning coffee, it’s all gone too damned quick, a few more photos and sadly we start to drift home, unfortunately back to what is called the real world, but like so many ex’s we have an experience many have never had, we are the lucky ones. A few tears, the lump in the throat, that’s the pleasure of friendship and NOSTALGIA. To us all who came from far and wide, good health and best wishes till we meet again. Baz and Mabel Cornell (nee Leitch)
There is not enough thanks in the world for all your efforts in getting us together for such a memorable weekend. It is just unbelievable that after all these years there is still such a depth of feeling amongst all of us who served at Rissington. There is no way to describe the feelings of fondness and camaraderie that was evident during our get together and Eileen and I cannot wait to experience that again. The memories of this weekend will stay forever fresh and you should be justifiably prod of the result of your hard work Jack and Eileen Whelan (nee Dunne)
Advance Reservations 020 7928 4814, e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org or through the website www.ujclub.co.uk . Why not make a weekend of it and do some sight-seeing or go to a show.
Require more details? Then drop me a line: email@example.com Little Rissington reunions: They are a wonderful weekend of almost constant chatter as we drag up more memoirs from our ‘little grey cells’.
The first September reunion Mike did not come to London as he thought it should be a ‘Girls weekend’ as Annie in particular had gone to a lot of effort to track down people and organise it. However he regretted it as I was constantly on the phone asking him if he remembered so and so! Joys of working in the General office on movements he knew most people if only by name! So is one of the people we looked to remember names in that first year; then with Annie driving it forward we are tracking down more and more people.
After that weekend of me interrupting the rugby on the television he has made the trip with me and every time we meet friends who have been before and new former colleagues. We make the most of a very good excuse to come to London as we come down early in the week do sight seeing ; meet friends in London and then comes Friday night when even more of the former colleagues arrive for the weekend. Friday afternoon is normally spent meeting friends, trying to recognise each other – here we all do quite well considering the passage of time. Catching up on the year / or years past – then out for a meal in groups depending what every one wants to do.
Back to the UJ and we take over the Bar area as more and more arrive and the circle gets bigger – just like the old days in the NAAFI. Saturday sees everyone off doing their own thing in groups –popular trip to Greenwich on the boat; look round, pub for lunch then back to UJ in time to have another chat in the bar before getting ready for the evening when even more people attend! I think everyone else is pleased when this huge gathering of former RAF/WRAF people on sticks/ crutches disappear to the function room ; though this last year – Stores did the normal thing stocked up with drinks before the Bar closed and only went to bed when the cleaners had harassed them that much they got the message . Nothing changes over time! Come Sunday morning the saddest part of the great informal weekend is the goodbyes after breakfast as people depart; all aiming to meet up next year and keep in touch.
Everyone departs with wonderful memoirs and with key tasks to track even more people down for next year. Thanks from both of us to all the organisers and may we all keep this going and spreading the news as we all had some very special memoirs of the time we spent at Little Rissington in the 60’s. Do you all remember the winters when we used to get snowed in on top of the Cotswolds – times when the Flucks coaches could not make it back to Bourton let alone Rissi ; or you had missed the last coach back from Cheltenham ! What times we lived in!