Ernest Lundy has very kindly sent this for us:

The info about Peter Anson’s first run out with the first team took me back to my army days in Germany. Having played a number of times with Peter in the’A’ team when on leave, like the rest of us we knew of Peter’s sometimes unbridled enthusiasm.

Peter was well… just Peter! I’d also vaguely heard about his problems with the MPs after going AWOL. Again just like Peter ,who was always his own man.

After warning him, he once threw a drunk off a bus in Dewsbury Road who was harassing a woman; and on another occasion cracked the heads of two youths together who were swearing on the top deck of a bus when Pete was with his wife.

One afternoon in Hanover, back in the late forties, we had a game arranged with the engineers from Hamlin, and to my surprise there was Peter large as life, trotting out in his usual assured manner. But believe me he never put a foot wrong on that occasion, neither did he when we played them again.

It was rumoured that his CO, a big man in Welsh RU, kept Pete in order and under his wing This might be hard to believe but there it is.

Maurice Thornton was also serving in Germany as was Sonny Russell, but I never came across them. Maurice of course passed on a couple or more years ago as did Peter.

Two good lads who thought the world of the oval ball and Hunslet.

All the aforementioned played in the match at Parkside, reduced to around only eight or nine a side, with Pete in the LGI and a number of sore heads, after which Normanton were suspended sine die.

In the same series of historical articles it was also good to be reminded of Bernard Wardle, who could run a bit, half back Ollie Ormanroyd, Mick Berry, hooker and Jack Fletcher, another half back Also another good player from around the same time Aspinall, who is also shown in the same team. All now sadly missed.

Peter is pictured above from a team in the 1940’s.

Old Mother Benson Say’s
“Thanks Ernest keep your memories coming in they are invaluable to us all”

“I new a lady who was brought up in the same street as Peter in Hunslet, she once told me that Peter was always very proud of his appearance even as a young man, and he was often seen passing a rugby ball to a wall or lamppost and catching it again, some times before he caught it back he would comb his hair!”