Bill Cock

Oh Mr B (...), he was a great person, strick, he used to walk the corriders with a roll of canes, all you saw were red tips, what is god blasses is going on he would say as he paced down, looking for bad boys o laugh# Scary times but great.

Oh my gosh, those were the days. He was a great headmaster.

My cousin, never taught me but people say he was fair.

Bill Cock. AKA Here lad! as he would lift you by the ear. He only caned me about 3 times because he was always gunning for people like John Coogan... the late 70 s and early 80 s saw a rough time at Lescudjack.

The last family funeral I saw him at sad# he has either Parkinsons or Al thingy (spelling?) a dementure anyway, shame for a man who was so with it.

Alzheimer’s is the word you are looking for and your right for anyone with this is a real shame to see them go down hill...especially your loved ones. sad#

We are in contact with a couple of teachers who agreed that Bill is suffering with Parkinsons.... sad#

I'm sorry to hear that. I knew him as he lived in Madron. When I was a child his mother owned a little shop next to the garage at the corner of Aldreath Road. It was a wonderful little place. It smelled of leather shoelaces and paraffin. It's long gone now but I think that he lived in the house next door which was the residence of his mother and father when the shop was in operation. Mrs. Cock also taught me in Sunday School at Madron Methodist Chapel and his father did too. One of them played the organ but I can't for the life of me remember which one.

@Tropicgal, he passed away last year, Madron Chapel was full and out into the courtyard, he had a good sendoff.