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Singapore Reunion (12 Jul 2014)Posted: Monday, 10 March 2014Posted: Monday, 10 March 2014The sensational city of Singapore will be the location of our next overseas reunion. The main event will be the Reunion Dinner and Performance, on Saturday 12 July, with Guildford Grammar School’s very talented School of Music and the Indigenous Dance Troupe entertaining the guests. A four day program of optional activities has also been built around the reunion from 10 July to 13 July (inclusive), which will include an amazing Chinatown trishaw night tour and bumboat ride, a Universal Studios day tour, and a Zoo Night Safari with dinner.
For more information go to www.is.gd/singapore2014
2013 Old Guildfordian of the Year - Dr Simon CarrollPosted: Tuesday, 29 October 2013Posted: Tuesday, 29 October 2013Old Guildfordian of the Year
Simon Carroll PhD MBA FAICD
Henn’s House 1965-1969
As a molecular biologist, science advisor and senior executive, the astonishing career of Simon Carroll has seen him receive many accolades, and most recently he added Old Guildfordian of the Year to the list at October’s Old Guildfordians’ Annual Dinner.
Simon’s decorated career includes being awarded the AusBiotech Chairman’s Excellence Award for service to the biotechnology industry in 2010, the Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation’s (CSIRO) Medal for Business Excellence in 2000, and three medical research fellowships. Having been a member of several company and research organisation boards and advisory bodies, some of the highlights include Dr Carroll’s work on the Prime Minister’s Science Engineering and Innovation Council Working Group on Biodiscovery in 2005, and the Premier’s Science Council Working Group on Medical Research in 2002. Simon has studied internationally in the field of molecular biology and held senior executive posts in science-based organisations, including the inaugural Director of the Western Australian Biomedical Research Institute and Professor of Biomedical Research at Curtin University. He was also a named inventor on a number of granted gene delivery patents.
Adding another dimension to his impressive repertoire, Simon even put science to good use in the Dairy Industry when he co-founded the Margaret River Cheese Company in 1982.
Dr Carroll also spends his personal time involved in the community and participating in the active sports of sailing and cycling. A member of Royal Freshwater Bay Yacht Club since 1972, he has been on the General Committee, a Flag Officer and he has participated in ocean and dinghy racing at the international level. More recently, his attention has been on cancer research and awareness through the “Sock it to Sarcoma” program and its fund raising and strategic development.
After years amassing exceptional experience and choosing to continue his journey in the realm of science, Simon hopes to widen the appeal of science and to increase the awareness and interest of all Western Australians. With this honorable goal in mind, in 2011 Dr Carroll became the Director of Science Partnerships at Scitech. In this role, Simon is responsible for many aspects of community science engagement, including Inspiring Australia activities, National Science Week in WA, and the online publication of ScienceNetwork WA telling the world about WA science.
We are proud of Simon’s stellar career, and even more proud of his choice to promote science to generations of Western Australians. He dreams of a time when talking about science over a Saturday barbecue is as commonplace as talking about sport. While today the understanding of scientific principles may remain more elusive than a West Aussie’s knowledge of the local footy team, the pursuit of lifting our collective scientific understanding for the benefit of tomorrow’s society remains a noble pursuit indeed.
Automotive class at Car RallyPosted: Friday, 13 September 2013Posted: Friday, 13 September 2013The 2013 Old Guildfordians' Car Rally brought out some fine examples of automotive class on Sunday, 8 September 2013. Glorious weather made for a most enjoyable day which included a drive through the beautiful Swan Valley and the Hills. Contestants answered questions along the way, and prizes were given for 1st, 2nd, 3rd and best car.
1st Place (Course Points)
Phil Stewart (He 02-12) and Jess
2010 Mercedes Smart Carbriolet
2nd Place (Course Points)
Dylan Jackson (Fr 93-97) and Brad Savage (Ha 93-97)
2012 Holden VE SS Thunder Ute
3rd Place (Course Points)
Jason Hitchins (St 93-99) and Melissa
1966 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray
1966 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray
Owned by Jason Hitchins (St 93-99)
Guildford defeats PSA RivalsPosted: Thursday, 1 August 2013Posted: Thursday, 1 August 2013Guildford was victorious on 5 October 2012 as our Old Boys took on other PSA rivals at the PSA Golf Day. The battlefield was the lush greens and fairways of Cottesloe Golf Club, and 80 players attended representing the seven PSA schools. The Winners of the event were calculated from the cumulative points of the best 4 individual stableford scores within each school group, and Guildford cleaned up its competition in style. The odds were against our champions of Stephen Nottage (Ha 71-75), Peter Scanlon (He 58-62), Maxwell Carson (Ha 63-67) and Joel Cooper (Wb 86-93) as both Scotch and Christ Church had a greater number of players. Other Old Guildfordians that played on the day include James Toll (Ha 63-67), Peter Toll (Sc 89-94), John Toll (Sc 92-97), Peter Miles (SG 52-57) and Ross Finlayson (Sc 53-63).
Supporting Guildford Grammar SchoolPosted: Thursday, 11 July 2013Posted: Thursday, 11 July 2013Guildford Grammar School’s success depends on you! The pace of change and the realisation of the School’s master plan will largely be dependent on the philanthropic support we get from you, our community. The School’s 10 year capital works program will require significant investment in a range of infrastructure that will ensure Guildford Grammar School is able, not only to respond to the rapidly changing way of teaching by providing quality teaching and learning spaces, but to provide sports facilities such as a swimming pool and synthetic hockey field.
Old Guildfordian of the Year 2012 - Mr John HamiltonPosted: Monday, 19 November 2012Posted: Monday, 19 November 2012Old Guildfordian of the Year 2012 Mr John Hamilton (Prep/SG 49-53) To better recognise our accomplished Old Guildfordians, the honour previously known as the ‘Gift to the School’ has been renamed the ‘Old Guildfordian of the Year’. As part of this honour, a framed photograph of the chosen individual is presented to the School at the Annual Dinner to act as an inspiration to current students of what can be achieved with dedication and hard work. The 2012 Old Guildfordian of the Year is Mr John Hamilton an acclaimed Journalist and author. After 52 years in journalism, John retired as Associate Editor of the Herald Sun in 2011. His decorated career included winning the highest journalistic honour in Australia two years in succession, the Walkley Award, for Best Reporting on the Tasmanian bushfires and the disappearance of Prime Minister Harold Holt. His assignments took John all over the world to locations which included Washington as the resident White House Correspondent and London as European Editor for the Herald and Weekly Times. In 2012 John received the Melbourne Press Club Quill Lifetime Achievement Award. John has authored three books on Gallipoli called ‘Goodbye Cobber, God Bless You’, ‘Gallipoli Sniper’ and ‘The Price of Valour’. CONDENSED MILK, VOLCANOES AND THE DREADED BABA YAGA John Hamilton’s address at the Old Guildfordians’ Annual Dinner on 6 October 2012 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Let me begin by remarking what an extraordinary feeling it is for me to be back here at Guildford Grammar School. I feel a little like Rip Van Winkle. After all, it was 1949 – an incredible 63 years ago-that I came to the Preparatory School here as a boarder. Four years later I went up to the Senior School and into St George’s House. And a year later, in 1954, I was selected from thousands of applicants from around Australia to become one of the 13-year-old Cadet Midshipmen in the Royal Australian Navy; the second last time 13-year-olds were accepted into the Navy. And so, 58 years ago, I left Guildford behind me, to fly from Perth in a four-propeller DC 6 aircraft, which had to land at Ceduna to refuel, and on to Melbourne and the Royal Australian Naval College. My naval career, alas, was short lived –after only two years of service, I returned to WA to finish my schooling as a day boy at Christ Church, and from there I changed course dramatically to become a cadet journalist on The West Australian. The rest, as they say, is history. But in the Navy it soon became clear I would not become an Admiral. I was absolutely hopeless at mathematics and on one famous occasion, during a navigation exercise, I actually managed to moor the fleet alongside Ayers Rock. The early signs of a walking mathematical disaster were there, of course. Thanks to Rosemary Waller in the School Archives, who has unearthed my Guildford Grammar School reports, I have found some disturbing reading. Aged eight and my maths teacher wrote kindly: ”Results vary, but on the whole Hamilton shows a… grasp… of Arithmetic.” A year later, and I had slipped to 15th in the class with the comment: “Sometimes very careless and untidy.” By the time I was ten years old I had eased back to 17th and was “Only Fair”. A year later I had climbed back to equal twelfth in the class, but with the cruel comment:” Lacks self-confidence in face of difficulties” – with another blow to my self-esteem from the Form Master who noted: “An intelligent pupil, but one who too often is content with less than his best.” Nevertheless, I was doing well at other subjects, particularly English, and when Guildford bade farewell to me, things had picked up a great deal all round. The school provided a report to the Navy which said my moral character was “very good ” and that I was “ a normal straightforward boy…very even tempered, seldom disturbed in any way” and also that I was “ capable and conscientious- inclined to sedentary and studious recreations rather than sporting and extroverted activities.” The school was spot on there! Forget hay fever on the cricket ground or the mud of a football oval. It was a case of give me a good book and the shade of a tree any day. But above all as I left Guildford, I had obeyed the school motto to “Go Forward”. It is a motto that I have followed all my life since, never looking backwards or ever worrying or wondering ‘what if?’- but always looking forward to tomorrow. I never regretted going into the Navy- and, in fact, life as a boarder at Guildford had cured me of homesickness and toughened me for the harsh discipline that lay ahead. And alongside Go Forward I would also bracket another famous motto as my guide for life:- Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. I mean, never in my wildest dreams at Guildford could I have imagined that I would seize the day and become a reporter and foreign corespondent for over fifty years. That I would become a White House correspondent travelling with the President of the United States or that I would become European Editor in London, taking tea with the Queen in Buckingham Palace. That I would be shot at in East Timor and have my car stoned by a mob in the Gaza Strip. That I would interview every Australian Prime Minister since Sir Robert Menzies, not to mention people like Sophia Loren and Harrison Ford. That I would cover every major for the past two decades or so, from the Bali Bombing to the Port Arthur Massacre to the death and funeral of Princess Diana. That I would have a front row seat to watch and write about Cathy Freeman winning Gold at the Sydney Olympics. Or that I would be assigned in the year 2000 to go to Gallipoli to cover the 85th anniversary of the Landing-accompanying Prime Minister John Howard- and go on from there for official visits to France, Israel and a meeting with Yasser Arafat in the Gaza Strip. That trip to Gallipoli moved me immensely and I determined to find out more about some of the men who fought there. That yearning has led to three successful books about the Australian Light Horse and Gallipoli. The latest is called ‘The Price of Valour’ and tells the story of Hugo Throssell from Northam and the men of the Western Australian 10th Light Horse Regiment. Hugo became the first West Australian to be awarded the Victoria Cross in the First World War. Twenty five Old Guildfordians joined the 10th Light Horse to fight alongside him. But the Regiment was all but wiped out in two horrific battles on Gallipoli- The Nek and Hill 60. And among the Old Guildfordians who died in the Charge at The Nek were brothers Gresley (GGS 1896-1897) and Wilfred Harper (GGS 1897-1908)-the sons of our founder, Charles Harper. Wilfred was known at school as a champion sprinter and those of you who can remember the film ‘Gallipoli’ will recall the character who was based on him- and who paid the ultimate sacrifice. It was my research for ‘The Price of Valour’ that brought me to the archives of Guildford Grammar- and so ultimately to my appearance with you here tonight. So how did I begin it all at Guildford? My parents migrated to Western Australia from England at the end of 1948. My father had retired from the Royal Air Force with the rank of Group Captain after surviving the war as a night fighter pilot. He was looking for a peaceful place for his wife and three kids far away from Europe. He told us later that the destination choice was between Canada and Australia- but that he had Canadians in his squadron during the war and they used to get drunk and fire revolvers off outside the mess. The Australians, on the other hand, used to get drunk and pass out peacefully in the mess. So Australia it was. Two weeks after arriving at Fremantle, my father returned to his Scottish farming roots and bought a property at Bridgetown. Within four months I was off to boarding school at Guildford. My mother wrote to the Headmaster, Canon Freeth, enclosing a cheque for the first term’s fees of 33 pounds six shillings and eightpence plus 15 shillings and sixpence for “insurance.” She said that she was sure I would be happy at the school and that she looked forward to meeting the headmaster of the Preparatory School, a Mr Hart. Now Mr Hart remains one of my Guildford memories – not in any bad sense at all- but because in a place full of eccentric masters, he was the most eccentric of all. One must remember that when I started school at Guildford, Australia’s population was just under nine million. Western Australia’s entire population was 640,000 while Perth was less than 400,000. It was still almost an isolated outpost of the British Empire in many ways. The Union Jack flew from Government House. It was only four years after the war had ended. Many teachers had joined up, some never to return. Retired teachers from all over the Empire had been signed on at Guildford to take their places. There was a Mr Lord, I remember, very old, who looked almost exactly like Rudyard Kipling. There was a science teacher we called ‘Mez” with a very long nose but who demonstrated how to make appalling smelling stink bombs, and a chaplain who had thick glasses and whose head wobbled alarmingly as he prayed. And Mr Hart, a small man with dark hair and wild eyes, who carried a small cane up his sleeve which he called Toby. Toby would emerge from his sleeve in one swift movement to whack anyone who misbehaved. The boys came from all over the State. Many of the wilder ones came from stations up north, they had somehow been rounded up like brumbies to be sent to school in Perth. Others were the sons of tea or rubber planters and came to Guildford from what was then Malaya or Ceylon. All in all, I think we were a happy bunch of kids. I can’t remember any bullying. We were all united in our search for food. As boarders we were constantly hungry. The awful mince on toast didn’t help nor the bitter rhubarb. Sweetened condensed milk was the universal currency. Tins of the stuff were bought with pocket money and hidden away. Then sips could be traded for lollies or bartered for marbles. We learned about volcanoes during geography lessons. So then we formed volcano gangs and built big volcanoes which we turned into earth ovens. And on the top we could heat cans of baked beans or Heinz spaghetti to share around, or boil up the broad beans we had picked from our small kitchen gardens. Of course these were the days before television. We made radio crystal sets which could fit into cigar boxes. You could lie at night in bed in the dormitory and listen to radio serials like The Shadow- with his unforgettable opening line: ”What evil lurks in the heart of man? The Shadow knows!” followed by a peal of maniacal laughter. And there were frequent power outages. Which is when Mr Hart introduced us to the Baba Yaga. When there was a power strike and we went to bed by candle light, Mr Hart would appear with a pressure kerosene lamp to read us a night time story. Especially the Baba Yaga. For those unfamiliar, the Baba Yaga is a species of European witch, famous for travelling in a giant mortar and kidnapping small children which she would take off to her small hut in the woods, there to eat them up. Even worse, to this day, I can still remember Mr Hart reading to us, eyes gleaming, and describing – oh, the horror- how the Baba Yaga’s house danced around because it was actually supported by chickens’ legs! What else can I remember about Guildford? Good things mostly. Swimming across the warm Swan River in summer on lightning raids to pick bunches of grapes from the vineyards opposite; coxing a four on the river being very careful not to steer the boat near hidden tree roots. And then the sheer beauty of the Chapel. The black and white marble floor; the magnificence of the reredos behind the altar; the English oak pews; the joy of singing from Hymns Ancient and Modern and to hear the ethereal sound of the lead chorister and Once in Royal David’s City before we broke for the Christmas holidays. All this- and more- nearly sixty years ago. Go Forward! said the school. And so I went. Now I have returned to receive this singular honour. I am both humbled and honoured that I have been chosen to be the Old Guildfordian of the Year. To those coming after me, realise you have been immensely privileged to have attended Guildford Grammar School. In many different ways it will equip you for what lies ahead in your own life. Go Forward. Carpe Diem. Seize the Day.