Master Gregory

Believe me Tyrone your grandfather was a great man. You know why I say that. Because he was humble, very humble. If as an orphaned boarder I was given the option, I would have chosen him as my father. Everyone will have a different view on the same event or personality. All I can say that I was privileged to assist him in his annual task of making the crib.

As a matter of fact it was this kind of inspiration that spurred me on in the belief that creativity matters. That attitude gave me my career eventually. And I have Master Gregory to thank for that.

My memory of Master Gregory is one of a very tall man. His trade mark was his white T shirt and khaki short pants. My Uncle Henry Scott who was in this same boarding well before my time, told me that Master Gregory was the Physical Education teacher.

Well more later!

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