Secondaries 2 and 3 Shawbost School 1964
Back Row: (Sec. III Boys) - John Smith, Bragar; Donald J MacArthur, Shawbost; John N MacLeod, Shawbost; Angus Morrison, Shawbost; Norman MacDonald, Arnol; Calum A MacArthur, Shawbost.
Second Row: (Sec. II Boys) - Rockerick M MacLeod, Tolsta Chaolais; Donald K MacLean, Shawbost; Finlay MacIver, Barvas; Roderick MacLeod, Bragar; D MacLean, Shawbost; Norman MacKay, Carloway; Donald Morrison, Shawbost; John Smith, Bragar; Iain MacLeod, Bragar; Angus MacKay, Bragar; Iain MacLeod, Carloway.
Third Row: (Sec. II) - Angus Morrison, Shawbost; M MacDonald, Shawbost; Barbara Martin, Barvas; Carol A MacLeod, Shawbost; Catherine MacDonald, Shawbost; Christina MacLeod, Doune, Carloway; Annie MacLeod, Shawbost; Christina MacPhail, Shawbost.
Front Row: (Sec. III) - Margaret MacDonald, Tolsta Chaolais; Mary MacKay, Bragar; Annneta MacLean, Barvas; Malina Campbell, Bragar; Mairi P MacLeod, Brue; Margaret MacIver, Barvas; Christina MacLeod, Arnol.
Should Girls be taught Football and Boxing By Class 2 Boys
It would be fun. Pech would go charging at Barbara and if he hit her she would take off like a rocket.- Iain MacLeod (A)
Most girls are soft. Spam and Biffo are too rough for them - John Smith
Some of the girls, if you kicked them would go and tell the Headmaster. Girls cannot move fast anyway.- Malcolm MacPhail
When Roderick MacLeod is playing football his two thumbs are sticking out like a Torpedo. Sometimes they call him Trueman. I don't know why - Angus MacKay
Barbara should not be taught Football. As for Boxing,it was given to her as a gift. Coddy does not like Football or Boxing, but she likes Colonel Blink MacIver - Donald Morrison
Some in our class would make perfect boxers. Annie MacLeod, Carol Anne MacLeod and Margaret MacDonald - Augus Morrison
I wish they were not such good fighters. When I try to make fools of them myself, a whole bunch of them jump on me - Finlay MacIver
Annie MacLeod would be unbeatable - Malcolm MacPhail
Should boys be taught Domestic subjects By Class 2 Girls
I would not fancy Buckie being left alone, if his wife Tubby left him and got a divorce.I really do think it is essential for boys to be taught domestic subjects in case anything happened to them,like getting a divorce or being left alone while parents are away for a while - Carol Ann MacLeod
What would Flip Flop think of it? He is so called because of his baggy trousers - Annie MacLeod
Some cooking - Barbara Martin
Anyone not fed up of life should not take the things they make. Boys would look cute in a white piner and a green cap. When they are old and living on the Pension, it would pass the time for them to knit socks or a warm jersey - Christine MacLeod
When we come from Cookery Pech is always ready to grab anything you have, buns and tarts if they are edible at all. He should be taught to sew because he is always tearing his jacket and trousers- Catherine MacDonald
they could not use the spine dryer -
late Angus MacLean (Am Pungais)
Contributed by ex-Headmaster D.R.A. MacLeod
It was certainly one of the saddest, blackest moments of my life. The school janitor, young Colin Gillies had died suddenly and tragically the day before. I had made my way very early to the school that dark October morning, and as I slowed down and stopped at the 'Gate' brae and looked down at the school, the stark reality of the situation hit me. The school, usually lit up and welcoming, was dead - no light, no life, nothing. It was dark, somber and sad. I did not know what to do. How could I ever coax the temperamental, ailing old school back to anything like normality? The bunch of keys alone - never mind the old heating system, which I dreaded - was impossible to a beginner. There were so many of them, they were not labeled in any way that I could understand, and there were certainly no master keys. What an indispensable job Colin had been doing! How could he be replaced at such short notice? It seemed impossible.
Angus was standing at his own gate as I parked my car. He must have seen the look of abject woe on my face, for he said at once, "If there is anything at all I can do to help let me know” I hadn't even thought of him. But there was a lot he could do then, and in the following few years, and the community should be grateful to him for it I certainly am. I have always maintained that a good janitor is absolutely vital to the efficient running of a school, and my time as head teacher I was indeed very, very fortunate. I had good and loyal service from each one in turn, and certainly Angus was no exception.
Angus served the school at arguably the most difficult years in its history: the transitional years when the old school was being phased out and demolished, and the new school was being built and est ablished. These were difficult days for both staff and pupils. There were huge space restrictions, and strict safety implications; for the school was not being built on a green field site as such, but was, as it were, encroaching upon and gradually superseding the old one. Children were confined to a ridiculously small area with no playground or playing field, while over the fence was a strict "no-go" area. If ever a man was "made" for the job, it was Angus.
For a start he was a bit of a mechanical genius. The speed with which he mastered the temperamental old boiler, and colour coded the huge bunch of keys was impressive; as was the ease with which he later understood the workings of the complex modern systems of the new school. He was very much concerned about the safety of the children both during and after school hours, and did not flinch from meticulously applying the strict safety code that was operative at that difficult time of construction and demolition. He was scrupulously loyal and honest, carrying out his remit with efficiency and with absolute integrity, so that he gained the respect of staff, pupils and public - not always an easy thing to do.
As well as being highly intelligent, Angus was witty and humorous. I love the following stories: I never tire of them, and wish I could tell them better. I know he wouldn't mind me telling this first one, because, if I remember correctly, I got it from himself. It would appear that Angus and another Shawbost stalwart, Tormod Baach, were enjoying a quiet pint at a local hostelry, and deeply engrossed in a philosophical discussion on the ageing process. Having narrowed the argument down to the ageing effect of hair loss, the Pungais remarked: "I lost my hair fairly early. Nobody would think I was only fifty-two." It seems that Baach, choking on his pint, looked at him and retorted: "Fifty-two! Are you sure that head was not on somebody else before you!" And Angus would laugh and laugh at this.
The other story took place in the school shortly after he took over as janitor officially - after some persuasion, may I add. He was in his wellingtons, standing ankle deep in the water that always covered the floor of the old boiler-house. I was standing on the steps with a broom handle in my hand. Behind him on the wall was a press-switch of some kind. As an experiment, I pressed the switch with the stick, a loud bell rang out, and for a moment Angus's face was above mine, as for a split second, he seemed to have engaged in a vertical lift-off and hover, his feet barely inside his big wellies! "What did you do there?" he asked, eyes flashing with terror. "Just that!" I said, repeating the process with the stick. The bell repeated its sound, and Angus repeated his ‘hover'. We both dissolved into gales of laughter.
As I said, everybody at the school was very fond of Angus. We were all sad when he retired about 7 years ago. And I know that I speak on behalf of all those - staff of all kinds, pupils and visiting services - who were connected with the school in any way during his years as janitor, when I say that we were all much saddened to hear of his sudden passing. We have lost a friend, and the community has lost a good man. Oidhche mhath leat, a charaid.
Sguiridh a nis ar saothair chruaidh, Le sùil suaimhneas agus tàmh".