
Pauline Graystone (Kompfner), pictured in 1999 with her daughter and husband and, far left, Fr Philip Graystone and the parish priest of the Catholic Church of the Holy Ghost in Crowthorne, Berkshire
Pauline Kompfner (nee Graystone) Fr Graystone’s niece, recalls her Uncle Phil
I read Matt Eastley’s book, ‘We Did Our Homework On the Bus’ with pleasure – in particular the pages describing Fr Phil Graystone’s tenure as head master. Rev Graystone was my uncle – the eldest son of a family of seven children with my father being one of his younger brothers (and one of only two who did not become priests).
It always amazed me how they all turned out to be brilliant mathematicians – and of course Phil was no exception.
I was so proud to hear how well thought of Fr Graystone was. Of course, I saw a very different side to him – the kind uncle who kept an eye on me when I was just 11 and sent to boarding school in 1967 – the Marist Convent in Sunninghill. And I loved the perks I received when he arrived for a day or two and was allowed to have dinner with him. As he was head of the Marist order at that time, I felt very important to have an uncle like that!!
It is fascinating to hear that he could be quite severe. I remember him as being quite mischievous – and he would tell me terrible jokes and treat me to a London musical – possibly Jesus Christ Superstar?.
On one of his visits, I have a strong memory of watching him while he battled to put together the school timetable/lesson plan for the new academic year. Of course, no PCs then – so all done manually on a long roll of paper. What perseverance !
Talking to Matt has added some real colour to my uncle – and I am grateful for that.
Thank you for the comments Francis and John – so nice to hear. Yes I agree – he was always so good humoured.
Fr G was amazing! He never seemed to lose his temper no matter what had happened and was always able to spare a moment with anybody! You were very lucky to have such a great person as an uncle. His influence continues on all our lives. One moment stays in my memory was when he took us for RE and said mass in the small chapel which was part of the school hall and I realised there really is a God and how much the mass meant to Fr G. May he rest in peace.
A great, great man – the Foundation Stone of so many lives, both young and old.