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A Good Welshman for St David's Day

1/3/2012

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PictureGilbert Bennett
On reflection, passing the 11 plus examination and getting myself into the local Grammar School was probably the biggest life-changing experience that ever happened to me. It caused new possibilities to open up before me and engendered in me a desire to learn, that has, I am glad to say, remained with me throughout my life. As it has done for so many of us working-class kids, education, that golden key to so many of life's doors, set my imagination free and allowed it to take flight. 
 
It is often said that everyone has at least one teacher who makes a lasting impact on their life. I'm not about to rock the boat on this. I count myself extremely fortunate to have enjoyed the benefits of being taught by a group of  interesting men (all males in my school at that time). The majority of them would have been in their forties and fifties probably, although they appeared to be much older than this to me at that time. A good number of them would have
served in the armed forces during World War Two and possessed the kind of weight and gravitas that conflict and suffering often engenders in people. As individuals and collectively they were not men to be trifled with; they expected
respect and generally got it.
 
The one I'm about to single out though was Gilbert Bennett, English teacher at Gowerton, part-time BBC sport broadcaster, playwright, author, a founder member of the Dylan Thomas Society and a Vice President of Dunvant Male Voice Choir. These are his credentials but they don't really tell you about the man other than the obvious stuff that he was literate and fairly erudite. He did in fact have an extensive knowledge of English literature and possessed great prowess as a speaker.  I believe he did fifty years of broadcasts for the BBC, weekend commentating on rugby games across Wales. I remember him telling us (his class) a personal anecdote about his mother, or perhaps it was a doting aunt, taking him as a small boy to visit a phrenologist who had set up shop in the wonderfully named Salubrious Passage off Wind Street, Swansea. The practitioner announced that the young Gilbert would 'talk for a living'.  I recall him being very amused by the accuracy of the practitioner's asssesment of the bumps and contours of his head. However, I wonder if the phrenologist was given a little bit of prompting here by the little Gilbert himself, who judging by the man he became, was probably a childhood chatterbox. Yet, despite all the things he'd achieved in his adult life, I personally never heard him boast once.  He was an extremely humble man and like all the very best talkers, he was a good listener. He told me once that he tried to increase his vocabulary by learning a new word every day.
 
Fortunately for us boys, he liked to illustrate his teaching with a story or two. If I remember correctly, he'd been a Bishop Gore Grammar School boy, the same school as Dylan Thomas, whose work he promoted. Something I've never forgotten were his descriptions of growing up in Swansea after the Great War and through the Depression. I recall how he brought the picture to life: conjuring up his schooldays, the register being taken at the beginning of a new term and the sad reality that someone was almost invariably missing. In just forty years childhood mortality had become something almost unheard of by my day.
 
A  few years ago almost by accident I discovered I was dyspraxic. It explained a lot. I came from a family of sporty men but the only thing I was ever able to catch successfully was a cold. I was certainly never going to distinguish myself at school on a pitch of any kind. A deep and abiding love of literature and art have been the saving graces of my life and Gilbert Bennett was a major influence here. He saw something that perhaps few others did, took a shy, introverted young boy and nudged him out of his comfort zone; asked him to read an excerpt from 'A Christmas Carol' at the annual school concert in the Brangwyn Hall; put him up on stage in a toga in the school production of 'Julius Caesar' and made him drink pints of cold tea whilst leaning against a bar in 'The Plough and the Stars' by O'Casey (one of GB's favourite playwrights).
 
The last time I saw Gilbert was almost thirty years ago at the Sherman Theatre in Cardiff. I was playing Owen in 'Translations' by Brian Friel. By this time he'd left Gowerton and was now lecturing at Swansea University. We had a long enthusiastic chat about the play and how effective we both felt Friel was as a playwright. A couple of days later he tracked me down to my parents' home and rang to ask if I was free to come and watch a play of his, 'The Olive Branch', performed by Swansea Little Theatre that evening. Unfortunately, I was on a flying visit home and we had arranged a family meal and get-together. It couldn't have been helped and I know he understood, but this man had done so much for me and I wish I could have gone along to see his work. 

PictureMe and chum David hughes
He was a warm and friendly man. During the first night of the school production of 'Julius Caesar' (the O level text that year), as Cassius when I told Messala "This is my birthday; as this very day was Cassius born," I came up against a brief burst of "Happy birthday to you ..." from the naughty girls of Llanelli Grammar School.  I vowed this wouldn't happen to me again and decided in future performances to amend the line. However, I considered it wise not to tell Gilbert I'd taken it upon myself, a mere lad of fifteen, to edit Shakespeare.  When the moment came round in the evening performance I said, "This is the day of my birth as this very day was Cassius born".  It worked, no singing at all this time.  I completed the performance feeling quite smug about my brilliant unobserved ploy.  The next evening before I went on stage, Gilbert Bennett drew me to one side, "I did notice," he said, "In fact, I rang up the Bard himself to see what he thought, and he told me that in light of your little problem he thoroughly approved."

Top two lessons learnt from G B: 

Never use a big obscure word when there's a simple widely-used one that works just as well.

An intellectual isn't someone who knows the answer to everything, but knows how and where to
find the answer to anything.

Gilbert Bennett died in February 2003, aged 86


4 Comments
David Hughes link
4/3/2012 04:48:25 am

Dammit Martin, you have a much better memory than I do. I remember Gilbert with the warmth you obviously feel, but I don't recall any of his anecdotes. I do recall showing him a poem in which I'd written 'surge' (as in rush forward) as 'serge' (as in fabric) and his gentle reprimand in the form of a joke about the cloth making the man.
I agree so wholeheartedly with all you write here, Martin. About the role of education and what a difference it would have made if we hadn't gone to Grammar School. For me, also, the school play, the dramatic society, and being asked to read parts in class by Gilbert and his colleague Terry King, changed my view of myself so radically that I was kind of born again by it. It was my conversion from an invisible person into someone who felt justified in having a notion about himself, able to imagine a future that didn't end at a job in the local bakery or on the milk round with my uncle.
I have two anecdotes to add to your reminiscence on Gilbert. When I was working as a stage manager for a Welsh language theatre company we played Swansea University and Gilbert was lecturing there then. I came out of the lighting box completely filthy and sweaty after a day of getting in to bump into Gilbert and Terry and their party (including Queen Shirley King). I was so embarrassed. I would rather have met him as the director I intended becoming (and eventually did).
At some point, after we had left school I'm sure, you and I Martin were in Gower (possibly at you friend's house) and we went to visit Gilbert. He was very welcoming and we were warmly received by him and his wife. She offered us whiskey which we gladly accepted. She told us she bought White Horse because it was a blend of the very best whiskeys. Gilbert was called to the phone and when he got back he told us that Splog had just called him to tell him that Gwyllym Jones had just died. Yes, the night the Podge was no more we drank White Horse with Gilbert and hi wife.
Thanks for this piece, Martin, it has rekindled a whole wealth a whole world that had slipped to the back somewhere.

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Gary Spring
9/8/2015 09:55:15 pm

I also remember Gilbert Bennett with great affection. I have little to add to what has been said above except to say that I wish I had tried harder when I was at Gowerton Grammar School in the 1960s, especially at English. All subjects just seemed like hard work at the time and the quality of the teaching there, very good for the most part, failed to inspire me sufficiently. In truth, I did not thrive there - I was a shy and retiring country boy who did not like sport so I definitely did not fit in. Just a couple of further points to add about Gilbert Bennett, I've just discovered that he wrote a book about his time at Gowerton called ' Something Attempted Something Done - A Biography Of A Grammar School'. Secondly, he lived in Southgate and was friendly with that much under-sold Welsh poet, Vernon Watkins, whose house is now a sprawling 'care' home. There is a fitting memorial stone to Vernon Watkins fixed into the rock on Pennard East Cliff.

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Martin Johnson link
23/8/2015 10:01:27 pm

Hi Gary. Thanks for leaving a reply on this blog post. I was lousy at sport too. You weren't alone!

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Glyn Thomas
10/3/2017 01:03:49 pm

Thank you for posting this. He taught me from 66 to 72 and was the best teacher in the school and an inspiration to me. He must have been 10 years younger than I, as a kid, imagined. God bless him.

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