Born of sylvan solitude
P.G. Taylor grew up with his parents, 2 older brothers and a sister.
The family home [“Newstead” in Raglan Street].. had an extensive garden, which was a perfect setting for exploration and imaginative games. Young Bill soon found he had an affinity for nature and the great outdoors … in the summer when the daylight hours were long, it was quite a task for Alice to pursued him to come inside to bed. His mother gave him plenty of patient, loving attention and they formed a close and lasting bond.10
‘Newstead’ had stables to house polo horses which were exercised at the family estate and holiday home at Pittwater. They also owned real estate in Sydney and near Lithgow.11
Patrick Gordon preferred to be called ‘Bill’, and from an early age his family obliged. Mother Alice continued to call him Gordon.9
Mosman Prep.Bill was sent to Mosman Church of England Preparatory School..
At the opening of Mosman Prep in 1904, the Mosman Mail reported the founding headmaster’s (Mr. Yarnold’s) intent to make the school ‘a place of education of the good type.’ His mission was to mold the boy’s minds and manners. Prepared them for their ‘parent institution’ — Sydney Church of England Grammar School (‘Shore’).
Mr Yarnold’s speech expounded his philosophies of education. Students, he said, needed a solid grounding in the Classics. Hence his nickname “Tibby,” derived from the latin verb tibi.
The next speaker, Judge Beckhouse, got up, and deliberated:
He had come to enjoy himself and not to make a speech. Perhaps the opening was being carried out with too much talk. What should be taught young people was to hold their tongues, and while it is good that they should do so in English it is well that they should be taught to hold their tongues in other languages also! (laughter and applause)12
‘Tibby’ Yarnold was ‘a prototype for Mr Chips’, a fair minded disciplinarian with high standards. His shoes were so polished you could see your face in them.13
Students were amazed at his dedication and energy.
A master of all subjects, coach of cricket, football and athletics. I can still picture him, a small man with white spindly legs coaching us football on cold and windy afternoons at Rawson Oval, with its wonderful views. Softly spoken … he was still able to wield his cane with considerable effect.
Bills experience of school life was in his own words ‘obviously the fate of all small boys, of which I was one.’ He recalled that new students faced ‘scorn and hostility.’
I went the first day cheerfully, without protest of any kind. It must have been a relief to my mother who had the responsibility of launching me. The second day I refused absolutely to go … I had gone that first day with the feeling of unconditional friendliness towards creatures who, I felt, were in similar straits to myself, and who, I anticipated, would be glad to reciprocate my outlook.14
After the shock of his 1st day he resolved
… to go through the hours of tuition with the fatalistic endurance of the inevitable, and to return to my own hunting grounds as soon as I was released. It was difficult to do this. I came into contact with other boys, and, having a friendly disposition, found my principles of isolation falling down. There were setbacks which I could not understand and that I strongly resented.
Bill’s parents coaxed him back to school, but he didn’t fit the mold.
I was confident with the things that mattered … I could beat the other boys. I felt that it should not be necessary to defeat them to become friendly. I have encountered this all my life, and am still at a loss to know why it should be. In the course of time I made a few friends, but never became part of the school.
Shore and Armidale
In time, Bill like his older brothers went on to ‘Shore’.
He fared little better here, finding the regulations and prejudices of school life difficult. Instead he dreamed of escape to Lion Island
an ideal place for adventure and imaginary explorations.
Bill was sent to board at The Armidale School, New England. He came to the realization that —
I either had to be destroyed by the anguish of exile, or beat it by vigorously entering into the life of the school. After a period of morose existence, which was about the most unhappy of my life, I suddenly decided to enter into the school life and make something of it. In the following four years I accepted the life pattern my parents had laid down for me but never gave up my world of the silent hills and the sea.15
It was a big turn-around. He not only excelled at sports and joined the school choir, camera club, became an assitant librarian and editor of the school magazine. He did well at Latin and made senior prefect.16
Bill answers his calling:
The Empire needs men!
When war came in 1914, Bill and his school mates were very keen to enlist.
We saw it as a glorious adventure. Most of us were afraid this war would be over before we were old enough to join in … In this atmosphere of high adventure that we breathed at the time there was sufficient excitement to conceal the stark truth of what war really meant — squalid hardship, maiming, an agonized death in some far land.17
There were three sons in our family. Under the volunteer system of enlistment in Australia it was decided as a family policy that my brother Kenneth and I would go to war. Since my father was already engaged in national work for the government, our older brother Donald would remain at home to help maintain the family affairs. It was, we thought a fair allocation - two out of three to go. Donald later took a war job as a mate of a collier working on the NSW coast. This was a rugged existence which to some degree relieved his frustration at having to hold the fort back in Australia.
Bill deferred his medical degree at Sydney Uni. He transferred directly from Armidale school cadets into the A.I.F . He was posted to Liverpool training depot as a 2nd lieutenant.
Bill enjoyed the outdoors life with the men in his platoon, who hailed from all walks of life. But months of drilling on dusty parade grounds followed. He began to give up hope of seeing overseas service.
Lt. Taylor gets his wings
Despite his frustrations, Bill’s life was to change. Returning from leave by train he read an illustrated story about British aircraft causing ‘the most satisfactory destruction’ to a Zeppelin base. To Bill aeroplanes represented ‘a wild expression of freedom’ and had a real sense of purpose.18
I knew immediately this was how I wanted to go to war. I wanted to fly one of these aeroplanes, to get to grips with the enemy without all the sordid complications of war on the ground.
He applied immediately to join the Australian Flying Corps. His request was promptly rejected. Disappointed but undaunted, he approached his father, ‘whose support I knew I would have to gain anyhow.’
He didn’t say much, but I could see he was horrified. To him the very act of flying was dangerous. But flying in a war - that was suicide. Of course, I didn’t see it all his way at all. To choose this form of warfare seemed entirely logical, when the alternative was to sit in a trench without being able to do anything about it. An aeroplane offered a means of individual expression. With it a man could to some extent control his own destiny.
I finally prevailed upon him to agree to my going. I think he gave in because I was so set upon it than on account of my enthusiastic reasoning. But as soon as he had agreed, he did everything in his power to get me away as soon as possible.19
2nd lieutenant Bill Taylor finally had his leave granted. He paid for his own passage by ship to England, and applied for the Royal Flying Corps (RFC).
Letters of introduction from Patrick Taylor Snr helped Bill to get to the final interview. This proved the easiest part. The recruitment Officer seemed more interested in his social background, schooling and whether or not he could ride a horse!
Taking off, flying and landing a plane was an exhilarating and dangerous experience for new recruits. Bill’s 1st instructor had suffered a nervous breakdown in France and was completely incompetent.
His friend and Rhodes scholar “Anzac” Whiteman was killed making a landing. Flying was no longer the light-hearted, heroic venture he had dreamed about. Death was ever-present.
Lt. P.G. Taylor was assigned to 66 Squadron RFC in August, 1916. He went on to beat the odds, and was awarded an M.C and promoted to Captain in July 1917.
He was credited with shooting down 5 aircraft and became and instructor at the end of the war.
The sky beyond
Bill’s father had plans for him to go into the family business after the war. Bill soon became restless and felt the call to the skies, again.
In the years that followed ‘Sir’ P.G. Taylor performed legendary feats as a navigator and co-pilot on Sir Charles Kingsford Smith’s Southern Cross and Charles Ulm’s Faith in Australia. Bill’s record-breaking international flights made him a household name.
Follow the P.G. Taylor story in the following articles:
Raglan St to RFC: Mayor P.T. Taylor
Raglan St. to RFC: Bill Taylor’s school days & calling to the skies.
Raglan St. to RFC: Pilgrimage to ‘the silent fields’
Raglan St. to RFC: Bill Taylor: boy mascot company commander avoids the Valentine’s Day mutiny
9 Isaacs, Keith Taylor, Sir Patrick Gordon (1896 – 1966) Australian Dictionary of Biography, Volume 12, (MUP), 1990 adb.anu.edu.au/biography/taylor-sir-patrick-gordon-8763 retrieved 15/01/2016
10 Taylor, P.G., unpublished notes in MS 2594, Papers of captain Taylor, NLA; in Searle, Rick The man who saved Smithy Allen & Unwin; Crows Nest, NSW 2015 p3
11 Ibid 9
12 Mosman Church of England Preparatory School. 2004, 100 years of Mosman Prep : 1904-2004 Mosman Church of England Preparatory School Sydney p18
13 Mosman Church of England Preparatory School. 2004, 100 years of Mosman Prep : 1904-2004 Mosman Church of England Preparatory School Sydney p12
14 Ibid p10
15 Taylor, P. G. (Patrick Gordon), Sopwith Scout 7309 London : Cassell, 1968 p8
16 Searle, Rick The man who saved Smithy Crows Nest, NSW; Allen & Unwin, 2015 p9
17 Ibid 15, p3
18 Ibid 15, p11
19 Taylor, P. G. (Patrick Gordon), Sopwith Scout 7309
Taylor, P. G. (Patrick Gordon), Sopwith Scout 7309 London : Cassell, 1968
Searle, Rick The man who saved Smithy Crows Nest, NSW; Allen & Unwin, 2015