Welcome to the Grey High School Class of 1962 Website.
Dear Class of '62
By all accounts the, Class of '62 60th Reunion from 11-14 May 2022 was a resounding success. For me, every event from registration through to our Class Lunch had its own highlights. At the Rector's Lunch, the Rector after much research according to him, declared the Class of '62 a "Golden Era" in the history of the Grey. Not a bad accolade to you all. I believe that the Golden Era has extended for the following 60 years in terms of the camaraderie that exists between old classmates - long may it continue. A groundswell is growing in terms of a 65 Year Reunion and the more optimistic amongst us are talking about a 70 Year Reunion! Time and circumstances will dictate these decisions. We are still to have our round-up committee meeting and I will drop some more feedback after that for those that couldn't make it to this Reunion. In the meantime, please see all the photo's (thanks to Joel, in the main) - I will add captions at some point. I hope you all keep healthy and happy. Keep on communicating, even though I am sometimes a bit slow to respond... Your self-appointed, Eastern Cape-based, mainly Gqeberha, organising committee, Gus Ferguson (083 651 3562; [email protected]) Jeff Ilsley Leo Davis John Finnemore John Keil 2 June 2022 |
60th Reunion done & dusted.
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The Grey School Song
We sing of a home of old renown
With its front to the southern seas,
Whose halls are peopled with cap and gown
And filled with the sea-born breeze;
Where often one hears the ringing cheers
Of half a thousand boys:
And the eyes are bright and the hearts are light
With boyhood's laughter and joys.
Chorus
For the south-east gales will blow
O'er the waves that smile below
And our flag shall answer to the breeze
So hurrah! with a will, for the School that crowns the hill,
With its front to the southern seas
With its front to the southern seas.
'Tis the School that arose in long-past days,
(With its front to the southern seas).
'Tis the town that remembers a lady's praise
On a hill of steep degrees.
And the loyal Old Greys, through many sunny days
Have laboured beneath the Tower,
For wisdom and wealth, and their soul's good health
And the glory of learning's power.
So the old School stands in its ancient fame
(With its front to the southern seas),
And the new Grey comes with an old Grey name
And falters, "If you please,
My father was here in a bygone year,
And he loves the tale to tell."
And the guard is proud and his voice is loud,
"You are here! Pass, friend; all's well!"
Composer: R Ascham (1864-1934)
Words by: Chubb Meredith
With its front to the southern seas,
Whose halls are peopled with cap and gown
And filled with the sea-born breeze;
Where often one hears the ringing cheers
Of half a thousand boys:
And the eyes are bright and the hearts are light
With boyhood's laughter and joys.
Chorus
For the south-east gales will blow
O'er the waves that smile below
And our flag shall answer to the breeze
So hurrah! with a will, for the School that crowns the hill,
With its front to the southern seas
With its front to the southern seas.
'Tis the School that arose in long-past days,
(With its front to the southern seas).
'Tis the town that remembers a lady's praise
On a hill of steep degrees.
And the loyal Old Greys, through many sunny days
Have laboured beneath the Tower,
For wisdom and wealth, and their soul's good health
And the glory of learning's power.
So the old School stands in its ancient fame
(With its front to the southern seas),
And the new Grey comes with an old Grey name
And falters, "If you please,
My father was here in a bygone year,
And he loves the tale to tell."
And the guard is proud and his voice is loud,
"You are here! Pass, friend; all's well!"
Composer: R Ascham (1864-1934)
Words by: Chubb Meredith