An invitation to a cup of tea.

During the frolic entitle “Firenze Fashion” I made mention of a small group from the “Hartford” and our local, pub that is; It normally consisted of just four of us. Bob Moss, the claims manager, the ex-RAAF pilot, Keith; right at this moment Keith’s surname is escaping me, when it comes to me I’ll let you all know what it was..

It was thinking about Keith and the last time we met.  It’s more than 35 years since I met him, by chance, at a pub in Dee Why, where else would I meet up with an old drinking partner?

He told me then, that he had cancer, I think that he is no longer with us!

An ex NSW policeman, who gave up the force, when his request for going unarmed was denied.  He moved south to Melbourne, where the police were unarmed; and got himself a job with the Hartford after failing to get into the Victorian police force.

Besides me, the youngest member of the group and at 21 and second most senior for some unknown reason; there was George Stanley Shaw; (Stan Shaw).

Stan wasn’t part of the claims department, he was a ‘one out’; he was the Marine Department, New Business,  Sales Manager, Underwriter & Claims Manager; he did the lot. ‘

It wasn’t a very big business for the “Hartford”; but a highly profitable one if you knew what you were doing, and Stan did!

Stan was what Melburnians called a King’s Cross Yank. Apparently around King’s Cross, Sydney, back in the 50’s the local spivs, and wise boys, put on a Yankee accent; Stan wasn’t a spiv, he was a pretty smart operator in the Marine Insurance business.

I never had any interest in that side of the Insurance world, which is a bit stupid really, it was that very class of insurance that kicked off the business in Lloyds Coffee House, in London, way back in the dim dark days of the late 17th century.

Stan was two or three years older than I, and we were pretty good chums at the time.

Being seniors,  we took our lunch break between 1 and 2 pm, Bob being the boss the 2 pm was kind of flexible.

Bob being ex-RAAF would have us in fits with some of his wartime exploits, don’t forget this was 1956 – 57, the war had been over a bit more than a decade, and things were still fresh in our minds, mine too although my memories were set in London.

I suppose Bob must have been late 30’s pushing 40, (I don’t really have a clue, I didn’t understand such things then) and one story he told has stuck with me. He was flying I forget where, somewhere over the Pacific and returning to base when a squadron of P 38’s appeared, flying above them, and called him up on the radio, and the conversation went something like this:

” Hey you Spitty boys down there! Where are we and which way to …” somewhere or other: apparently the only aircraft the Yanks knew the British forces had, were Spitfires so every airman, from an Empire country, ( yes we were still the Empire then) was a Spitty Boy!

And they were lost. It seems that the Yanks weren’t up to much in terms of navigation, and made a habit of getting lost, and calling for directions from any Spitty boy in the sky.

The amazing thing was that they never seemed worried  or perturbed  about being lost over the Pacific.

Besides Bobs stories  Stan had the biggest swag of jokes; usually blue  some I didn’t get but we’d all laugh, relax and enjoy our break.

I’ve been a bit like those Yankee airmen, I’m way off course  and lost the plot all this has got nothing to do with the cuppa tea  except that Stan Shaw was involved in that invitation.

Perhaps it will be better to close this blog off before it gets  any bigger and more confusing and do a “Part 2” of an invitation to a cup of tea.

9 thoughts on “An invitation to a cup of tea.

  1. Reblogged this on LordBeariOfBow and commented:

    A few weeks back I reblogged a post Firenze fashions, about a day in the life of an Insurance clerk. I only did 3 posts about my time with the Hartford Fire Ins Co, was going to be just 2 but the second was getting a bit messy so I split it, anyway here’s Part on of a post entitled “cuppa tea”
    Part 2 will follow almost immediately or later depending………….

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  2. Entertaining as ever

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  3. They sound like interesting and enjoyable fellows!
    I’m sure they remembered you, too!
    HUGS!!!
    PS…It’s a joy to read your memories!
    🙂

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    1. Thanks Carolyn, I’d bet on me being the last one alive now, I was the baby of the group; I think perhaps I’ll write a couple more on this, it woke up some rather pleasant and amusing memories; of which I seem to have plenty 😈😊😅🐶 🐾 🐩
      HUGS! and pats for Coop;.
      My poor Coco has to go into hospital for another operation tomorrow Friday; 😩😞 and he looks so sweet today, just been to Orange Dogs for his beauty treatment 🐶🐾 🐻

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      1. Oh, no! Poor Coco!!! 😦 😩
        Please let me know how he is doing through it all. Coop and I send our love and bestest for Coco!
        (((HUGS)))

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        1. Had a call from the hospital a short while ago Carolyn, the operation is over and successful and Coco is responding well. I shall be bringing him home in a few hours 😅🐶 🐾 🐩 😁 🐶🐾

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        2. OH!!! YAY!!! Such good news!!! Coop and I have had him in our thoughts and bestest wishes!!!
          🙂 🐶 🐾 :mrgreen: 🐩 😛

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        3. Thank you Coop and Carolyn 🙂 🐶 🐾 🐩 😛 Coco woof

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