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Andrew Moss
July 24, 1948 - September 6, 2020
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2021-03-14 20:50:04 View / Comment (0)
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2020-09-19 10:31:52 View / Comment (1)
Christopher Mitchell
I met Andrew in 1968 in a pub just 100m from Padgate Teacher Training College on the first day of term. We became close friends for the 3 years we were there, we shared the same subject (Maths), we share the same drinking habits. In the first year we were both in different digs on the other side of Warrington, we spent most evenings in the college bar and we would then walk the 4 miles back to our separate digs. On the way we crossed a bridge over the River Mersey. It was then so polluted we would drop coins into the water leaving a little hole in the pollutant, we were drunk! We shared a room in the second year, we did so much together, I remember walking to a lecture on my own one day and overheard someone say “There goes half of Chris and Andy”. We played a lot of table football together, I still have my medal that we were awarded for 2nd place in an inter college/university competition played in Manchester University. In the third year we joined the Fellwalking Club, 10 of us made a trip to Scotland, walking the hills in the day and staying over in Youth Hostels at night. The last time I saw Andrew and Barbara were at my wedding in Northampton in 1973. We got back in touch through “Friendreunited” and over the last 15 years we emailed each other with news of our families. I am very sorry to hear about the death of one of my oldest friends.
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2020-09-18 12:41:09 View / Comment (1)
Soo Chivers
My memories of Andy go back to the halcyon days of Padgate where there was an abundance of long hair, wrangler jeans and nights spent in the college bar until teaching practice when suddenly the lads were transformed - short hair, cheap suits and clutching visual aids! After Pat and I moved to Bournemouth Andy and Barbara visited us with said man bag and Cassie. We never realised until then how much time and paraphernalia was required to go for a walk to the beach! Condolences to everyone who knew and loved Andy. Soo Chivers (formerly Wilson)
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2020-09-16 17:35:57 View / Comment (1)
Patricia Homewood
My memories go way back to 1968 when I was, like Andrew, a first year student at Padgate Teacher Training College in the north of England. We were both part of the same big group of friends. From Andrew's point of view, the most significant of all these friends was Barbara, who later became his wife. I'm sure everyone in our friendship group worked very hard at college, but I can't really remember too much about that! What I do remember is lots of fun and laughter, playing table football in the college bar, drinking Mackeson and blackcurrant, water fights (hostel 4 women versus hostel 7 men), riotous so-called folk nights, and playing cards - sometimes all night. One of the silliest games we ever played was a gambling game (for old pennies!) betting on cards everyone had stuck on their forehead but no-one could see their own. I can't remember who thought that one up - maybe Andrew. After their probationary year Andrew and Barbara moved to Vienna but came back to visit several times. The first time was three months later in order to get married in Leek. I have particularly fond memories of Andrew and Barbara's wedding which was in December 1972. A very joyous occasion where at least half the guests were friends from college and nearly everyone including Barbara and Andrew, spent the night at the hotel where the party was. By that time wine had been spilled on Barbara's wedding dress and Andrew had been literally dancing on a table. I also remember spending time with Andrew's sister Jill when one of her visits to Vienna coincided with mine. We spent the long train journey back to England together. After leaving Vienna, Andrew and Barbara moved to Rome. On their next visit to England Andrew had quite a rant about the "ridiculous habit" of Italian men carrying man-bags. After living in Italy for a while longer Andrew then arrived back on a visit to England with his very own man-bag which caused us all to collapse with laughter. I was devastated when Andrew and Barbara split up in 1986. Unfortunately I lost touch with Andrew after he moved to Luxembourg. But I am still close to Barbara and I am also very pleased to have been able to get to know Cassie and Clare - both lovely independent-minded women. You are both a credit to Barbara and Andrew. So very sorry to hear the news. Condolences to all the family. Pat Homewood (formerly Pat Collier)
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2020-09-16 01:08:12 View / Comment (1)
Sad news about Andy. I have fond memories of Andy and Barbara at Padgate College during our teacher training days. We were part of a large group of friends who later moved off to do their own special things. The last time I saw Andy was in the seventies. I had returned from a year near Paris and he was back in England from Rome. We met up for drinks in Manchester city centre. Two hours of good company and then off on our separate ways.
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2020-09-15 18:10:28 View / Comment (1)
I have some wonderful memories of Andrew! We didn't work together; in fact, I got his job. But our paths crossed occasionally and we had some great times together. I remember him making pasta, cooking, setting fire to his garden shelter, singing and story telling. He took enormous delight in all he did and he will be missed by everyone who knew him. Here are a few photos taken at his 40th birthday celebration.
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2020-09-13 10:04:02 View / Comment (1)
Bridget- I have so many happy memories of the years in the 70s when l was teaching with Andrew at St. George’s English School , Rome. We shared an open-plan plan area and l couldn't have wished for a more enthusiastic and positive colleague - planning, sharing ideas, introducing new topics, generally enjoying working together. The children loved him and l learned a lot watching him teach science and ... technology! with our year 3s and 4s. We took classes on away trips to Florence - in those days the children could sit on the floor in the Uffizi and sketch undisturbed! I was honoured when he asked me to be a godmother to his new baby daughter, Clare. After he moved on to teaching in European Schools we always kept in touch, his witty emails mirrored his great understanding of the peoples of Europe.....he was a real European. Bridget
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2020-09-10 18:11:47 View / Comment (1)
Claire Shanahan
Andrew giving me a lift on his bike, late one evening, along the Fußgängerzone from the Donisl to the Löwenbräukeller. (Which bit of the bike was I on ?) Andrew doing comical things at staff parties. Andrew and his class making an amazing construction on one of the Primary School landings. But most of all, the smile. No-one else had such a smile. I can see it now... Richard Goosey Condolence Catherine and Clare - really sorry. Who was like him ?
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2020-09-07 18:54:52 View / Comment (0)
I’m so sorry to hear this news. The fact that I have just received a message from Nathalia (Italian section) to inform me, goes to show how far the bubbly, kind, joy-filled personality of Mr Moss travelled. Just this summer I was going through old photos and on my class photo of year 3/4 jmr Moss is laughing so much his eyes are scrunched together. And if memory serves me correctly he may even be sporting a man-bag, so he was clearly far ahead of the fashion pack. Mr Moss taught my in my first years at ESm and he was such a brilliant teacher. 30 years later I remember him and his personality as if it was yesterday. Sending so much love to the family in particular Clare and Cassie. Xxx Anne Celine
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2020-09-07 14:21:00 View / Comment (2)One of the first years he taught at the European School in Munich... this bunch must be in their late 40s now! Picture must have been taken in or around 1983 or 4?
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Mehran Khalili
Mehran Khalili
So sad to have learned this news today. Mr Moss was my primary school teacher for 4th and 5th year, 1986 to 1988, at the European School in Luxembourg. He took our learning seriously, but he made it _fun_. Other teachers, before him and since, seemed like stuffy authoritarians in comparison. If we finished our work early, he'd let us play The Hobbit on the computer in the far corner of the classroom, until the bell rang. He created a mini library in the same corner, and stocked it with books for us to borrow. The sort that young children enjoy reading in their spare time, like fantasy and sci-fi stories. In gym, we'd play 'Moss Ball' - his rules. Mr Moss even gave discipline a funny side. A few of us (including me) were unruly sometimes, and would get up in class without permission. He’d catch us and give us lines to write at home as a punishment. But how did we know when we were busted? He’d start singing the song “A Wand'ring Minstrel I”, from the comic opera The Mikado! And we’d have to write out the lyrics to the song, 100 times or more (if we didn’t, the number doubled). Mr Moss was also delightfully subversive. At the end of our last year, he invited our class to a barbecue at his farmhouse in the Luxembourg countryside. He told us to bring our old exercise books. At the party, he lit a large bonfire in the courtyard… and we burned all the books on it with glee. I asked him what the hell we were doing. “You won’t need them,” he said, pointing to his head. “You’ve got it all up here.” Next September, my son will start his fourth year of primary school. If the teacher he gets is half of what Mr Moss was, he will be lucky. RIP, Mossy, and THANK YOU.
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