Paul Moran Paul died August 2009	Michael Jordan Michael passed away 2009 He left the school in 1947	Pat Brierley Pat passed away 6th April 2009. Pat was 75 years old. He attended St Joseph’s between 1938 and 1948. In 1954 Pat joined the Birmingham Fire and Ambulance Service. He retired in 1984 with the rank of Station Officer.	Frank Cassell Former head of school. Frank died in 1987. His service was held at St Theresa’s Perry Barr and he was cremated at Perry Barr Crematorium.	Phyllis Arnold Former pupil who attended the school in the 1920's Many of her stories are printed in this web site under Pupils & Teachers Tales.
John Powell. Pupil in 1930's. Killed in North Africa 1941	Agnes Sidebottom Agnes died in July 2007	Miss Sidebottom visiting a reunion in 2006	Sister Marguerite (on right) with the late Sr Attracta, who was head at St Vincents. Sr Marguerite died in the middle 1990's. Sr Attracta died 2007	Fr Reginald Slade Parish Priest St Joseph's for 10 years 1947-57 details of date of death not known.
Sr Alfrieda Retired from St Joseph's in 1960. No details know of date of death	Tommy Powell	Tommy Powell Passed away 7th August 2006. He attended the school 1937-47. He is the younger brother of John Powell shown above.	Rose Tocker nee Ingram Born 1st November 1918. Rose was the mother of current Chairman of reunion group, John.	Graham Bowater. Attended school 1947-57 date of death not known at this time
Myra Scally Teacher in Lower school. Buried in graveyard behind St Joseph's Church.	Bill Lyden Bill was born 8th April 1934. He attended St Joseph’s School between 1939-45.	Mary "Molly" Hodson died 1918.	Mary Hodson's obituary	Miss Frances Vaughan Former pupil and Teacher at St Joseph's.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN COPS GO TO

HEAVEN?

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The policeman stood and faced his God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his boots were shining

just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, policeman,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my church have you been true?'

The policeman squared his shoulders

and said 'No Lord, I guess I ain't,

because those who carry badges

can't always be a saint.'

'I've had to work most Sundays.

and at times my talk was rough....

and sometimes I've been violent

because the streets are awfully tough.'

'But I never took a penny,

that wasn't mine to keep....

though I worked a lot of overtime

when the bills got a little steep,'

'and I never passed a cry for help,

though at times I shook with fear,

and sometimes, please forgive me

but I wept unmanly tears.'

'I know I don't deserve a place

among the people here.

They never wanted me around

except to calm their fear.'

'If you have a place for me, Dear Lord,

it needn't be so grand.

I've never had or expected much

and if you don't I'll understand.'

There was silence all around the throne,

where saints had often trod,

as the policeman waited quietly

for the judgement of his God.

'Step forward now policeman,

for you've borne your burdens well.

Come, walk a beat on Heaven's Street.

You've done your time in hell.'

If I be the first of us to pass away.

Let grief not blacken long your sky.

Be bold yet modest in your grieving.

There is change but not a leaving.

For just as death is part of life,

The dead live on forever in the living.

For all the gathered riches of our journey,

The moment shared, the mysteries explored,

The steady layer of intimacy stored,

The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,

The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,

The wordless language of look and touch,

The knowing,

Each giving and each taking,

These are not flowers that fade,

Nor trees that fall and crumble,

Nor are they stone

For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand

And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.

What we were, we are.

What we had, we have.

A conjoined past imperishably present.

So when you walk the woods where once we walked together

And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,

Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,

And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,

And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,

Be still.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

Listen for my footfall in your heart.

I am not gone but merely walk within you.

Anon

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me.

If tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, While thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say.

 I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, and each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I’d   have to leave behind All those I dearly love.

 As I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all my life I had always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad, the thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,  I’d say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.

 But then I fully realized, that this could never be, for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

 And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,  I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

 But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.

 When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne.  He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew.

 I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,  And since each day's the same, there's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true.

 Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.

  But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free. So won’t you come and take my hand and share your life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I’m right there, in your heart.

Not, how did he die, but how did he live ?

Not what did he gain but what did he give ?

These are the units to measure the worth,

Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his

creed?

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry, when he passed

away.

Anon.

A little poem for you

If I could catch a rainbow

I would do it just for you

and share with you its beauty

On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own;

A place to find serenity,

A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea,

But all these things I'm finding

are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain

Or catch a rainbow fair,

But let me be what I know best,

A friend who's always there.