My brother, Christopher Moore, who has died at the age of 78 years, made a significant contribution to education in Quaker schools in great Britain. For eight years, he was a member of the committee of Ackworth school in Pontefract, West Yorkshire, five of them as secretary â€“ the Quaker equivalent of the chair. Most recently, he served as secretary of the commission for two years at the Mount school in York.
These roles are based on his experience as a teacher of his life, the occupation, the first for five years at the King’s school, Chester, and then as head of chemistry at the Quaker Bootham school in York. Despite the fact that her subject was chemistry, was committed to the idea that your topic might be just a small part of a young person from learning. After leaving full-time teaching in the year 1998, that was able to give some of their time to the organization known as the Year in Industry, which organises the students who drop out of school to spend time in industry before going to university.
Christopher was born in Clapton, east London, the son of Kathleen (nee Brown), a secretary, and Humphrey Moore, a journalist, our parents were members of the Religious Society of Friends (as Quakers are also known). He was educated at Hall Green junior school, Birmingham, and Ackworth school, after which he carried out national service (which has registered as a conscientious objector) at the Retreat hospital in York.
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Throughout Christopher’s time in the school, in the university (Christ’s College, Cambridge) and in the teaching, its guiding principle was to have faith in the people he came into contact with. He championed the underdog and encouraged the faint of heart. As a teacher, does not tolerate the rebellious student in the belief that such an attitude would not be permanent. As the Quaker principle, he looked for “that of God in every man”.
A measure of his success in doing this was his continuous warm contact with his fellow students of the school and college and, later, her coworkers. Many of the ex-students regarded him as a friend.
If it had been a Guardian fan club, Christopher would have been its president. He had taken the role from his days as a student and the crossword puzzle was his vade-mecum for the visits to the hospital or any place that had to wait more than a couple of moments. He was also an occasional contributor to Notes and Queries and the letters on the page.
While working at the Retreat hospital in the decade of 1950, he met Sheila Ritchie (nee Rushton), a nurse, and they married in 1965. She survives him, along with their children, Matthew and Ben, and his daughters, Lissy and Helen, five grandchildren, and me.