Memories

When my close friend Christopher died in this tragic accident, I was reticent to go to his funeral, because I was 9 years old and didn’t comprehend what that was — and what was expected to be there. Later, I know I should have gone, because he meant so much to me as a friend. And - I have carried that in my mind for all these years, and promised him I would find out and come to his place. Only until Harriet’s podcast and Graham’s collaborations and this website, I was finally able to know where he was buried. Berkswell is the most beautiful village and parish Church. I was finally able to make the journey after all these years and find his resting place. RIP+

One of my closest friends during my time at Warwick School was Christopher, a bond I hold dear and will forever remember. Our paths crossed the first day I started in 1970. We were about the same age, although he had been at the school a year before me, having just turned eight years old. Chris had the bed next to mine in our dormitory overlooking the panoramic view of the swimming pool and playing fields. Countless tales were told with exuberant laughter most nights about our daily events and mistakes made. Chris was a true friend - a protective guardian who helped some of us through the challenges of that initial year in boarding school. When he died, in this tragic accident, it left an indescribable void, that continues to echo within some of us even to this day.

Today August 11th 2023, I finally found closure on a significant episode in my professional career as a nurse. I was able to view the Memorial Stone, currently being stored in the Embassy workshop, waiting to be installed in the sunken garden, that is located close to the Residency of the British Embassy, Addis Ababa.

An appointment was made with Ms Emily Summers of the Embassy, who, along with Harriet, has been responsible for the preparation of the Memorial.

Visiting the Embassy was very different in many ways, security walls and gates now isolate the compound from the outside world. However, once inside the tight security cordon, the grounds are peaceful and much the same as in the 1970s. When I last visited the Embassy security was less intense, low walls separated the compound from a busy road. The compound remains a beautiful oasis in the midst of a noisy…

Thinking of all of you today when we mark another year passing. They are indeed not forgotten. Thanks to all of you who have added recollections and memories that keep their memory alive.

I was at a British boarding school, Badminton in Bristol. I was staying at my grandmother's just before returning to school and then on the BBC, came news of a plane crash. The face of one of my school friends was there on the television and I remember how shocked I was to see Debbie featured, as one of the survivors. Her father, like mine was a diplomat and their family were based in Addis Ababa. I was also 12 years old and frequently flew back and forwards to my parents for the school holidays.

I didn't know any more of what happened and the adults around me didn't seem to understand why I wanted to know or how important this was to me. I didn't know where Debbie was or how badly injured she was. I knew lots of people had died and that it was a terrible, terrible…

I am a retired Senior Lecturer in Nursing Studies, living near Newcastle upon Tyne.

I was fortunate to hear a trail during the Today programme for the Life Changing programme made by Harriet Ware Austin. It took me back to a period when I played a small part in the aftermath of the air crash, but it had been unresolved for me....

In early April 1972, I returned to Addis Ababa to take up my post as a locally recruited Nurse in Charge of Operating Theatres and Surgical Clinics with The All Africa Leprosy Rehabilitation Centre (ALERT). Having completed a two years placement at the hospital, as a volunteer nurse with Voluntary Service Overseas (VSO).

The ALERT hospital is located on the south western fringe of Addis Ababa.

On the 18th April, 1972 during my lunch break, I became aware of a large pall of black smoke rising into the…

Please let me introduce myself, my name is Robert Whittingham and I was the Steward on the Royal Air Force VC10 that flew the survivors, of this terrible crash, to RAF Akrotiri in Cyprus. I now presently reside in Swindon, Wiltshire. Here is my account:

It was the morning of 20 April 1972. After an uneventful night flight from Akrotiri, the last leg of an eleven-day Tengah shuttle trip, I was in the squadron crew room, checking my mail. I was approached by a member of 10 Squadron Ops. He informed me that a VC10 belonging to East African Airways had crashed attempting to take off in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. The squadron was sending an aeromed flight to pick up survivors and bring them back to the UK. Even though I had been flying all night, and now on my three-day pass, he asked me if I would volunteer t…

I was on this flight with my mother Carole and my father, Erno Parany. I was 5 1/2 years old at the time.

My father died 10 days after the accident at RAF Halton. My mother and I were released from hospital some weeks later. We only returned to live in Kenya for a short time after the accident. My mother later remarried and we went to live in Northern Ireland until emigrating to Australia in 1982.

I have attached some records that my mother has kept from the time.

My Grandfather was a senior manager in the GPO / Post Office and after retiring he took up a UN Posting to Ethiopia to after a few months we all moved out after he had been 6 months in post.

My first memories really start there as I was around 4 at the time we moved out and we returned in Sep 1972. We lived in the two-story flat apartments in the Ghion hotel grounds (we were no 10 – upper level).

Memories come in flashes at that age, but some things are indelibly printed and some I suspect come from Mum, Gran and Grandpa talking about it and reliving it. It’s hard to separate which is which.

I clearly remember the door buzzer going and this strange man coming in who Mum, Gran and Grandpa knew. His clothes looked messy, and he had big blisters all over his hands.…