BUTLINS BARRY 1969 FRANK WORRALL

I'LL BE FRANK

Here is another in our series of "FEATURED REDS."

This time around our chosen REDCOAT is FRANK WORRALL,
who worked at BARRY ISLAND for the 1969 season.

Hello! I'm Frank. Welcome to my webpage.
Hope you enjoy my photos and memories.

We've all done it. I sat at work dreaming of what might be: "A Redcoat," I thought - having spent many happy holidays as a child at Butlins. I went to the Butlins Office in the Bull Ring Centre Birmingham and, after convincing the interviewers that I was not completely insane, and had some talent and ability, they offered me the position of Camp Chairman/G.D Redcoat, at Barry. So there I was, a green lad in a red coat.

VARIOUS WEEKLY CAMPER'S COMMITTEES - and me!!

By the Swimming Pool	Overlooking the Rose Garden

At the entrance to the Grosvenor Restaurant.	At the end of the Chalet lines.

It must have been raining the day this was taken	At the end of the Chalet lines (Look again! They're different)
The Camp photographer did very well finding a different location for each photograph, but finally let himself down. Shame!

And here's me with 24 members of the Escape Committee.

I was taken on because of my musical skills.

I can honestly say, I'm the greatest piano player
ever to be seen in this photograph!

It wasn't all House Chairman duties. Here I am at the Sunday morning games - "Meet the Reds."


Here are men doing what men have to do - kissing women's feet.	Taken during a visit by Sir Billy Butlin!!

No! That's not me.


"TARZAN" ......	..... and "JANE"

ENTER MRS WORRALL

Everyone loves a nurse. Even more so, one in uniform. Imagine if you had twenty-eight to choose from!!

The one that took my eye is seated in the middle row, third from left. The lovely Marion.

Once I got my eye on Marion, I didn't take it off her.


On duty ...	Off duty ...

I followed that girl everywhere. In those days, they called it "courtin'." Nowadays, it's called "stalkin'."

Just to make sure I didn't over-step my bounds, she brought her mother on Camp.

Marion and her mum standing next to the wedding car!!

And then the season all-to-soon came to an end.


If you are wondering why all the nursery nurses are looking so sad, it is because it's the end-of-season party. No-one wanted to go home.

But I wasn't sad. I'd had a great season, and was going home with the biggest and best souvenir

I could wish for - my lovely wife Marion.

It was a season that has shaped my life ever, which I'm sure it has done for many of you.

And to prove it, I'm still very happily married to Marion these forty-one years on.

Remember: "Once you have worn that red coat, you are a Redcoat for life,"

and all these years later, I am still proud to have worn one.

Frank Worrall

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