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Maurice Sills, 101 Years Young Today!

July 28, 2016
by the gentle author

I am sure you will all want to join me in sending your congratulations to Maurice Sills who is celebrating his one hundred and first birthday today!

Maurice Sills in the library at St Paul’s where he wrote the catalogue

If you were to read the staff list at St Paul’s Cathedral, where Maurice Sills is described simply as ‘Cathedral Treasure’, you might assume that a final ‘r’ had been missed from the second word. But you would be wrong. Maurice Sills has been in the world longer than you or I have been in the world – longer, I venture, than anyone reading this article. The truth is that Maurice Sills is one hundred and one years old and he genuinely is a ‘Cathedral Treasure’ at St Paul’s.

Travelling to work by rail and tube from his home in North London three times a week, Maurice regularly gives up his seat to what he terms ‘old ladies,’ by which he means women of a generation later. There is an infectious enthusiastic energy about Maurice which he has kept alive through a long term involvement with sport and his delight in the presence of young people.

We met in the Chapter House at St Paul’s but Maurice was keen to take me up to the magnificent library, embellished with luxuriant carving by Grinling Gibbons, high in the roof of the old cathedral. When completed, the shelves were empty since all the books had been destroyed in the fire, but now the library is crowded with ancient tomes and Maurice has catalogued every one.

In this charismatic shadowy place, Maurice was completely at home – as if the weight of all his years fell away, rendered insequential by comparison with the treasures of far greater age that surrounded us, sequestered in an ancient library where time stood still.

Maurice – My earliest memory of anything – it must’ve been 1918 – was when I was staying with a relation who was manager of a grocer’s shop called Palmer’s in Mare St, Hackney, while my mother was having another child. They sold provisions – on one side you had bacon, butter and so forth and the other side fruit and vegetables. I can still picture us going down the wooden stairs of the shop into the cellar and, in the cellar, there was an oil stove, one of these with little holes in the top that cast lights onto the ceiling – I can still see those lights there. I worked out from my relations who I stayed with that it was a Zeppelin raid! So that was my first memory of life – those little marks on the ceiling while I was down in the cellar.

The Gentle Author – Maurice, are you a Londoner?

Maurice – Certainly I’m a Londoner, if West Norwood is London, yes. I was born there in 1915 and my baby brother still lives in the same house where he and I and five brothers were born, six of us all together.

The Gentle Author – What were your parents?

Maurice – My father worked in the Co-operative Bank. My mother was purely a mother, with six boys she had no choice but to be a mother! Norwood, in those days, was almost a village. My mother’s family were the local undertakers and everybody knew them. When somebody else opened up another undertakers that caused trouble. My parents got married a few months after my mother’s father died. My mother had to look after him when he was a widower, so she couldn’t get married. That’s how families were in those days, but when her father died that was freedom, so she had a quiet wedding and we were brought up in the house.

The Gentle Author – And what kind of childhood did you have?

Maurice – Being the eldest of six I had a lot of freedom because my mother had enough to do looking after the others – the three youngest boys were triplets. So I learnt to enjoy life. I was encouraged to enjoy sport by my father who played cricket and I became scorer for his team when I was eight. Cousins made sure I knew what soccer was like, so I enjoyed soccer for the whole of my days until lately. I played for my old school boys until I was forty-nine when I then got hurt badly and had to give up. My mother said, ‘Serve you right, you should’ve given up before,’ but I still played cricket until I was demoted to be the umpire because they wanted younger people, they said.

The Gentle Author – How old were you then?

Maurice – About eighty. They often asked me, as an umpire, where my dog was? Well, a blind man has a dog!

The Gentle Author – Did your parents bring you up to London to the West End?

Maurice – No, because we didn’t go far. We had a fortnight’s holiday every year in Bognor, Eastbourne or Clacton – a long way then. Other than that, the only outings I took on my own would be on bank holidays when I went to Crystal Palace where there was always a lot to see, whether it was motorcycle racing, speedway racing, or concerts.

When I was eleven, I obtained a free place at St Clement Dane’s school close to Bush House in the Aldwych, so I used to travel from South London on a tram every day to the Embankment and walk up the road to school.

The Gentle Author – What were your impressions of the city then?

Maurice – One was of The Lord Mayor’s show, which was not always on a Saturday as it is today. We were allowed to go into the churchyard at St Clement Danes and see the procession go by. The other thing which stuck in my mind was that every Christmas, Gamages in Holborn used to have a cricket week where well-known cricketers came, so I would go to obtain their autographs. But other than that, in a quiet way, I suppose I got to know London very well. I had a season ticket to town so, after two or three years, I would go to museums on my own. I was allowed complete freedom.

The Gentle Author – How wonderful for you to explore London.

Maurice – It meant I learnt a lot about it. I went to evening classes at Bolt Court just off Fleet Street. There were lectures on the City of London and summer evenings would be spent walking round to see things we had heard about.

The Gentle Author – Were you a good student?

Maurice – I did all the essays I was asked to do. I kept them til a few months ago when I was moving into an old people’s home and I decided I’d just got to say goodbye to them. I’ve no regrets. It was all wastepaper, it had been in a drawer for twenty years.

The Gentle Author – What age did you leave school?

Maurice – Seventeen. At that time it was very difficult to get a job.

The Gentle Author – This is the Depression?

Maurice – 1932. Like in the world today, it’s not who you are but who you know, and my father knew somebody so I started working. I went for interviews in banks, but I couldn’t pass the medical test. They weren’t very sure about my heart so they wouldn’t take me on. My father knew somebody at Croydon, not too far from where we lived, at the Co-operative there, so I worked at the office from 1932 to 1940, doing clerical work, and playing football and cricket, until the war came and I then went into the Navy for five years.

The Gentle Author – How did your involvement with St Paul’s Cathedral come about?

Maurice – In 1978, when I was at evening class at Bolt Court, a lady said to me at the tea break,‘You’ve just retired, you could come and help at St Paul’s.’ I came for a few months every Thursday and one day I took a school party round. Evidently, they wrote and said they had an interesting time, because the Dean asked me the next day if I could come more often.

The Gentle Author – Did you know the history already?

Maurice – I’d already got the background you see. I went home and said to my wife, ‘They want me to come more often, and she said, ‘Well, why can’t you?’ She was younger than me and was keeping me in the state of life that I wanted. She was kind. She only made one mistake in her life but there we are. She put up with it and suffered me for forty years!

The Gentle Author –  Were you the mistake?

Maurice – Yes!

The Gentle Author – Why have you stuck with St Paul’s?

Maurice – After the Dean asked me and my wife said, ‘Of course you can,’ I took it on and for twenty-odd years I did all the school visits to the cathedral. But eventually they decided that the modern idea was to have an education department which meant they wanted a full-time paid person. I had been working twenty years for nothing and, because I worked for nothing, I enjoyed it – I didn’t have to worry what the other people thought. So I wouldn’t have put in for the new job and, fortunately, the headmaster at the Cathedral School said, ‘If they don’t want you, you can come here every day.’ So then I moved to working in the school.

The Gentle Author – Were you teaching?

Maurice – Helping out in various ways, especially hearing children read and going with the boys to watch them play football and cricket. For the last fifteen years I went every day, until eighteen months ago when I decided to cut it down and now I only go on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. But the little children make a fuss of me.

The Gentle Author – How are you involved with the cathedral?

Maurice – In the morning I’m in the Cathedral School but then, after school lunch, I help in the library. One of my jobs is to ensure that we have two copies of every service, I put them all in order and file them away. I look up letter queries for the librarian. When people write to say, ‘I believe my great grandfather was in the choir at St Paul’s,’ I go through the records. Usually they hadn’t, they had sung here but with a visiting choir probably.

The Gentle Author – Do you know the collection well?

Maurice – Oh yes, many years ago the librarian decided we ought to have a list of all the books. And so, in my spare time, for about five years I wrote down on sheets of paper all the books. The ones in Greek were difficult, I just had to copy the alphabet. Those records are kept and the librarian still consults them today.

The Gentle Author – That’s a big achievement.

Maurice – I was lucky I had a librarian who chased me around in good fun and called me rude things, saying, ‘Get some overalls on you lazy so-and-so and get some work done!’

The Gentle Author – Do you like the cathedral?

Maurice – It’s given me a great deal. I’ve walked with school parties up to the top of the dome at least two thousand times, but I can’t do it any longer.

The Gentle Author – When was the last time you went up on top?

Maurice – Oh, probably five years ago. I’ve only become an invalid in the last two to three years really.

The Gentle Author – You don’t seem like an invalid.

Maurice – I’m wearing out. It’s hard work now – I have to make myself come here whereas I used to be dashing here. When I was a schoolteacher, I knew how many days before the next holiday. But here, when the school says they’re away for three weeks, ‘Oh,’ I say, ‘I’m going to miss you. And the school lunch!’

The Gentle Author – Do you have any opinions about Wren’s architecture?

Maurice – Only insofar as I’ve read so much about it that I realise, in my lack of knowledge, what a wonderful person Wren was to do what he did, despite all the handicaps that he was up against.

The Gentle Author – What kind of man do you think Christopher Wren was?

Maurice – Well, he was so gifted at so much, you see, he was brilliant not just in one subject but in many things. And he persisted in what he wanted, even though it wasn’t always easy for him financially. He was a marvellous person to have done it and I realise it was 300 years ago, you know.

The Gentle Author – Three times your lifetime.

Maurice – That’s right and a lot has changed in my lifetime, so 300 years ago it was very different…

The Gentle Author – What do you think are the big changes in your lifetime?

Maurice – One of the biggest is computers, and now I realise my day is up. If I sit on the tube in the morning, if there are a dozen people – six here, six there – nine of them are playing with these tablets and phones. I’m not talking to anybody you see!

The Gentle Author – It’s rare to meet someone so senior, so I want to ask what have you learned in your life?

Maurice – I’ve learnt from experience how wonderful it can be to have sensible friends and a sensible upbringing and a perfect wife. My parents were strict insofar as we were told what was right and what was wrong. ‘I’d rather your hand was cut off than you stole something,’ my mother would say.

I learnt to live – I think – a full life. I’ve enjoyed my sport. How fortunate I have been in life that I have been pushed to do things rather than had ambition. I have no ambition.

When I was ending my time in the Royal Navy a colleague who was a schoolteacher said, ‘When the war is over you would make a good schoolteacher,’ and I said, ‘Of course I wouldn’t – my schoolteachers would laugh if you said that.’ But when the war was over, they were so short of male teachers, they were willing to take almost anybody. The result was my mate made me fill out a form – he pushed me and I became a teacher.

Every Christmas, I hear from about two dozen of my pupils of fifty years ago. When I go to watch cricket at the Oval when the season starts, one of my pupils of 1959, he’ll be there saying, ‘Oh you’re still breathing! We prayed for you every night and you always turned up in the morning despite our prayers!’

(Transcript by Rachel Blaylock)

Maurice Sills – ‘I learnt to live – I think – a full life’

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39 Responses leave one →
  1. July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday sir!

  2. Nora B permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Best wishes from Ottawa, Canada, for a very happy birthday, Mr. Sills!

  3. July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday to a wonderful person. Valerie

  4. Penny permalink
    July 28, 2016

    What a wonderful, modest man! Thank you for recording his contributions.

  5. Nancy permalink
    July 28, 2016

    A very happy birthday to you, Mr. Sills, from across the sea.

  6. vanda permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy birthday Mr Sills.May God bless you. You are an amazing example to the youth of today.

  7. LYNNE ELLIS permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday to you. Have a wonderful day .

  8. Jasmin Leuthold permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Dear Mr Sills
    You are such an inspiration ! Wishing you a very happy birthday !
    Jasmin.

  9. July 28, 2016

    Dear Mr Nice Man; Maurice well done you today, don’t stop keep going please. You have been through 2 World Wars and survived the London Blitzkrieg when home on leave a born survivor. If you stop you will drop as the saying goes. Lots of love from a virtual friend. John B

  10. Jane permalink
    July 28, 2016

    A very happy birthday to you. Reading your story has been a good start to my day, enjoy yours.

  11. Malcolm permalink
    July 28, 2016

    What a wonderful man. Great interview.
    Happy birthday Maurice!

  12. Annelise permalink
    July 28, 2016

    This was so lovely to read, what an interesting life and a wonderful man. Thank you for this .

  13. rosemaryHoffman permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Congratulations on your birthday

  14. Richard permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy birthday.
    So refreshing to hear from someone who had no ambition.

  15. Annie S permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Maurice!!

  16. July 28, 2016

    A very happy birthday to you Mr Sills, best wishes from Amsterdam.

  17. Shawdian permalink
    July 28, 2016

    MANY HAPPY RETURNS on YOUR VERY SPECIAL DAY Maurice Sills and thank you for sharing your wonderful life stories. You are a credit to all that is good and humane. Your youthful outlook is your secret. I wish I could spend a day with you just talking and visiting a good Museum, one of my favourite pastimes too. You are an inspiration. God Bless.

  18. Colin Lennon permalink
    July 28, 2016

    What an inspiration, and what a memory. I too remember Gamages, but not for cricket. It was close to my father-in-law’s office; what a treasure trove it was.

    Happy birthday Maurice.

  19. July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Mr Maurice Sills and thank you for sharing your very interesting story.
    Good health and happiness for the the rest of your days.

  20. Carol Davies permalink
    July 28, 2016

    What an inspiration! Wishing you the happiest of birthdays. x

  21. Teresa Clark permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Mr. Sills and thank you for sharing your story! You are truly a remarkable person.

  22. July 28, 2016

    Happy birthday Maurice! What a marvellous man. I don’t know what I would do without ‘Spitalfields life’; it celebrates the extraordinary lives of people in a world distorted by celebrity culture. Bravo to the GA – hope you are able to rest occasionally.

  23. July 28, 2016

    A very happy 101st Brirthday and some Flowers for you: http://www.fotocommunity.de/photo/spaetsommer-blumen-in-kassel-september-achimthepooh/36888641

    Love & Peace
    ACHIM

  24. Barbara Ecker permalink
    July 28, 2016

    A very Happy Birthday to you from Sudbury ,ON, Canada

  25. July 28, 2016

    Hello Maurice! I hear you are celebrating your birthday, so I wanted to add my well wishes and happy thoughts for a terrific day that contains everything you want, and nothing you don’t.

    Happy Birthday!

    Best regards,

    Christina

  26. April Gunter permalink
    July 28, 2016

    A very happy birthday, Mr. Sills!

  27. Anne permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Many happy returns of the day, Mr Sills.

  28. Lorraine Janectic permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday!

  29. Martin G permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday, no wonder you are listed as treasure, a gem of a Gentleman and a brilliant contribution to our society. All the best to you today and every day. Keep talking on the tube!

    All the best.
    Martin

  30. Tony Webb permalink
    July 28, 2016

    You are Amazing Maurice. Happy birthday to you.

  31. Pete Wylie permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Maurice. It’s an honour to know you Sir.

  32. Tom Perrett permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Maurice.

    What an absolute inspiration.

    I’d just like to add that Maurice could justifiably hold the title of among the greatest ever Norwich City fans ever to live. Still doing the train trip back for home games with the Capital Canaries.

    What a man. Many more birthdays to come.

  33. Gerry permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Hope you have a wonderful day!

  34. July 28, 2016

    Many happy returns, Mr. Sills.

  35. Chris F permalink
    July 28, 2016

    If the hierarchy at St Pauls really do consider our friend a treasure, my earnest hope is that they will honour him (At some future point) with a final resting place amongst the good and great… With a brass plaque with a cross engraved in the centre and the words ‘Treasure buried here’…….. Happy 101st…

  36. pauline taylor permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Mr Sills, you are an inspiration to us all!!

  37. Dave Green permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Happy Birthday Maurice. Your lack of ambition is inspiring. I don’t think I ever had any either.

  38. Patty/NS, Canada permalink
    July 28, 2016

    Dear Maurice – A treasure to St. Paul’s and the Gentle Author’s readers indeed! May you continue on living a full life sir – warmest Birthday wishes to you!

  39. Robert permalink
    July 30, 2016

    Happy Birthday, Maurice. On the ball city!

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