Youngest of the six offspring of Kate and Worthy Green and being the youngest seemed to encourage naughtiness and juvenile trouble making for his elder siblings. After an altercation down Slab Lane with his elder brothers (Don and Phil) he would not start blubbing until arrival back at Ferndown so as to cause a parental enquiry into what might have happened. According to his oldest sister (Doris/Doll) he was in the habit of leaving his opened moneybox in a prominent position as family and visitors processed through a rear bedroom to use the bathroom facilities. It was also great source of amusement that this man, who became a pillar of local society as headmaster of Highbury Secondary Modern School in Salisbury, was also for a short time a member of the ‘Remove’ at Bishop Wordsworth’s Grammar School where he was educated in common with many subsequent male members of the Green clan.
He later graduated in Economics from St. Luke’s College Exeter, which in those days was an outpost of London University and became a qualified teacher. He volunteered to join the RAF at the start of the war and I recall him saying that the local Education Officer almost saluted him for this act of patriotism. So he spent six years patrolling the waters of the Atlantic as a gunner and navigator in Coastal Command. Or as he put it in later years, ‘grinning at death’ although he was never shot down. During the war years (1941) he married Betty Jones Ryan (qv) whom he had first come across when her parents ran the grocery store just up the lane from Ferndown which later was owned and run by H J Day. The first of four sons (RG) was born in 1943.
Soccer was also an object of sporting interest Alan Green himself turned out for the Woodfalls village team and was a season ticket holder at the Dell the then home of Southampton FC (The Saints). Another favourite activity was visiting air shows presumably from the experience of six years flying with the RAF. Apart from the major show at Farnborough each year, there was a display each September at Thruxton airfield near Andover. Father revelled in the aerial acrobatics particularly of the modern jet aircraft but for us kids it was quite frightening as these roaring behemoths came in low over the crowd; a kind of Battle of Britain re-enactment society; revised and modernised version.
The stuffing went out of father when his wife died in April 1996 after nearly fifty-five years of marriage. He carried on at the Maples for another two and half years where Stephen lived with him for some of that time. Both parents died at home. During the last two years or so father was now free from wifely diet control. Sara observed not long after Betty’s funeral rites that he could have choice Salisbury sausages made by David Brown of Catherine Street whenever he pleased.’Yes,’he agreed, ’I’ve already had some twice.’