Forward Assist Photo & Writing Project

Geoffrey Bennison (88)


“When the war broke out I was working as a farmer. I wanted to join the RAF but farming was a reserved occupation so I left and got a job as a porter in Thornaby Hospital. That way I could enlist.

I was a driver in the army and stationed in Egypt for two years. I would often drive from Egypt to Palestine. You had to be careful not to get sunburnt – that was a self-inflicted wound and you’d be put on report. My rank was Leading aircraftman (LAC) and I was also stationed at Thornaby Aerodrome and Bicester Airfield.

I once went on a training flight and the pilot allowed me to take the controls for a while even though I’d never been trained to fly a plane. I also got to drop a bomb and I hit the target.

I stayed on after the war for a further 6 years.”

Joyce Millett (90)


“I was in the Land Army. We worked out in the fields. It was hard work. We had to feed you lot!

I went to school around Grove Hill. My husband was in the RAF.”

Dennis Metcallfe (89)


“When I was about five years old I remember going round the streets with the other kids looking for bits of shrapnel to collect. It was like finding treasure, and I’d keep it till it went rusty. We’d explore in places we weren’t supposed to go. I found shells and even part of a rocket once.

After the war I did my National Service in the Army and went to Italy and Egypt. It taught me to look after myself and keep my uniform smart. I thought it was smashing! The food was good but I couldn’t afford to drink because I would send most of my wages home to my mother.”

Alice Irving (94)


“I served in London as an ambulance driver and remember all the bombing night and day. It was very scary. I treated lots of children, it was such a sad time.”

Vera Sparks (93)


“I served in the Women’s Auxiliary Force between 1942 and 1946. It was a big thing to serve your country in those days and I wanted to do my thing. I was a cook at Thornaby Aerodrome. I enjoyed being with the lads, serving them their food. I would wave off the young airmen as they left in their aeroplanes, never knowing if they’d return again.

I was also stationed in Alness, Invergordon for about three years. The people were very sociable. The villagers used to come out and wave to us, I felt very safe there. I remember in August 1942 we had a very special visitor: Prince George, the Duke of Kent. We waved him off but were shocked to hear his plane had crashed further north at Caithness.

After the war I went back home to look after my father, but I missed the company.”

Marjorie Roberts (90)


“My Dad served with the Bantam Regiment during World War 1. He was injured during the Battle of the Somme, losing a leg and sent home for medical care.

During World War Two I served in the Women’s Land Army. Once I was married I followed my husband Theo to his various postings, including Turkey. My Mam was a widow and I wouldn’t leave her on her own so she came with us wherever we went. She didn’t mind travelling as long as we went with her.

When I gave birth to our son Jeff, Theo came home to see his new-born. He was put on a charge of desertion because he hadn’t got permission to leave the base.”

Jimmy (90)  and Margaret Kirk (90)


“Just after the war I was in an Able Seaman in the Navy. I went to Jamaica, Halifax, Nova Scotia and Gibraltar and served on the HMS Paladin. They were happy days. We’d get a small cup of rum every day, which we called sippers or grog.”

“I was a volunteer Police woman in lodgings in Bedale.”

Joan Forman (94)


“I was underage when I joined up. I was supposed to be 18 years old but they just turned a blind eye. I joined up at the start of the war and stayed in service for four and a half years – the whole tootie!

I was in the Women’s Auxiliary Force and I served with Bomber Command at Bicester Airfield doing accounts. The lads there bet me five shillings to jump from the parachute trainer platform. I did it more than once.”

From the opening today:

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Traverse Fifty – Writer pictures

The Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh has a reputation for producing and presenting some of the best in new drama. This year marks fifty years since the theatre opened its doors in 1963 and to mark their anniversary the Theatre has offered 50 writers a year long attachment to the Traverse. Writers were invited to take part in a series of tailor-made writing events throughout 2013, including panel discussions and workshops. The year-long attachment will culminate in a new writing festival featuring some of the work developed by the Traverse Fifty throughout the year. At the end of the process three of the writers will be offered seed commissions.

To help support this the theatre took on fifty photographers each with the brief of producing a portrait of one of the fifty writers that they would be paired with and which would ultimately form part of an exhibition later in the year as part of the anniversary celebrations.

I was teamed up with Alison Carr. Alison is an award winning writer based in Newcastle and after I was put in touch with Alison we made contact and managed to get together and arrange a bit of a photo-shoot in Newcastle. Whilst the final picture that Alison and I chose for the exhibition in a couple of months must remain ‘unseen’ until then some of the other pictures from the shoot are below.

I’d like to say cheers to Alison for being a good sport and for putting up with my “can you just go here” and “can we just go over there” requests as I searched for possible picture opportunities as we meandered through Newcastle and hopefully the portrait will work well for the exhibition.

Alison’s  Website  and work can be seen by following this link.


Alison Carr, Writer

Alison Carr, Writer

Alison Carr, Writer

Alison Carr, Writer

  Alison Carr, Writer

Alison Carr, Writer