A Memorial Service for

Document Sample
A Memorial Service for Powered By Docstoc
					A Memorial Service for

   C.B.E., M.A., D.Sc.

       1920 – 2010

  Magdalen College Chapel
Saturday 13th November 2010
          2.30 pm
Gerald Crawford – Ecclesiastes 3 v 1 – 13

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time
to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a
time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a
time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to
cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a
time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? I
have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men
to be exercised in it.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set
the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work
that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice,
and to do good in his life.

And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the
good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.
Jonny Lloyd

And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas 1933
     John Stein
     It is a great honour to have been invited to give this appreciation of Brian
Loyd’s contribution to physiology, not just because I admired him so greatly,
but also because his departure in 1970 for the Oxford Poly gave me my chance
at Magdalen. I first met him as a medical student in 1960 when I was learning
about the control of respiration and had to get to grips with his fiendish
invention – the Lloyd Haldane gas analysis apparatus. This was a device for
absorbing oxygen and CO2 separately using a system of vessels containing
absorbents and mercury to move the gases around. If you got the pressures
wrong you spilt mercury everywhere, which of course we all did frequently.
Nowadays health and safety would have banned the whole thing, or at the very
least confined it to a fume cupboard. But I can still hear his loud patrician
voice. ‘Now look what you’ve done. I said turn the valve clockwise. Is that
what they taught you at Winchester.
     As a physiologist he had many claims to fame that ought to be more
widely known. First in WW2 as a conscientious objector, straight out of Balliol,
he joined Hugh Sinclair’s Oxford Nutritional Survey team. His conscience was
put to very good service. Their survey of the diet of working-class women found
dangerously low blood levels of Vitamins A,B,C & D. These observations helped
to persuade the Ministry of Health to provide free cod liver oil, malt and
orange juice to all pregnant mothers and young children. Brian used to say
that the average child was better fed in 1943 at the height of the wartime
shortages, than 50 yrs later in 1993.
     In May 1945 he went with the survey team to Holland to study the effects
of the previous winter’s famine – the Dutch Hongerwinter. They worked
incredibly hard. They carried out an amazing 26,000 blood nutritional
biochemical analyses in just 2 weeks. Remember there were no autoanalysers
or computers to help them in those days. The work was done done by
laboriously pipetting, separating and weighing. Later the team went on to
study over 10,000 Germans during their famine the following winter. Their
findings were crucial for helping the Allies to direct resources efficiently to the
most needy populations. It was in Germany of course that he met his wife,
     After the war, despite these successes, their proposed Institute of Human
Nutrition failed to get off the ground. Unbelievably, Council had been advised
by its Scientific Advisory Committee that the Wellcome Trust’s offer of funds
should be refused because in ten years' time there would be no human
nutritional problems at all and the Institute would be a white elephant. How
wrong they were.
     Instead Brian became a Research Fellow at Magdalen in 1946 working with
Dan Cunningham on the control of respiration. When David Whitteridge left for
Edinburgh in 1952 he was appointed to a Fellowship to teach physiology at
Magdalen. During this time he made several important contributions to
physiology. He was really the first to model the control of human respiration
mathematically. Most physiologists were terrified of mathematics. I
remember my despair at trying to master his daunting equations when I first
started out in respiratory physiology. But how clear and beautiful they
eventually turned out to be. Simply and succinctly they showed how low
oxygen and high CO2 interact to match respiration optimally to any demands
made on the body.
     His third claim to physiological fame was his application of the same
talent for quantitative thinking to his other love, sports physiology. His famous
equation modelling the energetics of running was published in 1966 and it is
still in wide use today. Among other things he used it to analyse world records.
His great tour de force was predicting how world records would tumble in the
1968 Olympic games at the high altitude of Mexico City. That year the record
for the long jump fell by an amazing 55 cms. Brian predicted that the 100 m
would be run in 10 sec. In fact Jim Hines did it in 9.95 sec. He was only ½ a
percent out!
     He kept his interest in health throughout his next phase at the Poly and
was justly rewarded with a CBE in 1983 for chairing the Health education
Council. This was hugely influential in promoting Richard Doll’s discoveries
about the dangers of smoking.
     Brian remained a very loyal member of Magdalen. He attended the
Restoration dinner almost every year and it was always a pleasure to hear the
latest about him and his family. It was a privilege to have known such a man
who used his exceptional talents to do so much good.

     John Stein
Janet Beer

There are few earthly things more splendid than a University. In
these days of broken frontiers and collapsing values, when the
dams are down and the floods are making misery, when every
future looks somewhat grim and every ancient foothold has
become something of a quagmire, wherever a University stands,
it stands and shines; wherever it exists, the free minds of men,
urged on to full and fair enquiry, may still bring wisdom into
human affairs.

There are few earthly things more beautiful than a University. It
is a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know,
where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see;
where seekers and learners alike, banded together in the search
for knowledge, will honour thought in all its finer ways, will
welcome thinkers in distress or in exile, will uphold ever the
dignity of thought and learning and will exact standards in these

There are few things more enduring than a University. Religions
may be split into sect or heresy; dynasties may perish or be
supplanted, but for century after century the University will
continue, and the stream of life will pass through it, and the
thinker and the seeker will be bound together in the undying
cause of bringing thought into the world.
From a speech by John Masefield at the Installation of the
Chancellor of the University of Sheffield, 25 June 1946
Rodney Tulloch
B B Lloyd memorial service on behalf of Oxford Brookes
University and Polytechnic colleagues.

       I speak personally – and, as representative of the staff,
students and alumni of the College of Technology, Polytechnic and
Oxford Brookes University to recall Brian Lloyd’s great contribution
to the development of what was to become Brookes. It would
hardly be an exaggeration to describe him as its founder.

      Sixty years ago a young Brian Lloyd sat on the Town Hall stairs
at the crowded protest meeting called by Kenneth Wheare which
led the City fathers – after some foot-dragging – to reverse their
rejection of their Education Committee’s plan to bring technical
education from its scattered sites to Headington.

      By 1961 Brian was a Governor of the College of Technology
and in 1963 Chairman - when the Robbins Report recommended that
the need for more graduates should, in part, be met in new
institutions and their degrees be awarded by a new Council for
National Academic Awards. In April 1965 the Secretary of State,
Anthony Crosland, introduced the binary concept with the “New
Polytechnics” forever barred from university status. But was the
Oxford College of Technology even to become a Polytechnic? As
Chairman of Governors, Brian had, in 1964, steered structural
developments that proved convincing and the 1966 White Paper
announced that the College was to be one of the Polytechnics.

      However, at this stage, it had been markedly unsuccessful in
getting approval for various academic developments and ran few
London External degree courses compared with the other new

      Brian was in mid career at this College and we’re told his
University and College colleagues were startled when, in 1969, he
resigned as Chairman of Governors of the College of Technology and
was persuaded by the Chairman of the City’s Education Committee
and its Chief Education Officer to apply to be the Director of the
Polytechnic when the Principal of the College of Technology
retired. Surely it was a come-down to leave his prestigious position
at the University to become the head of a mere technical
institution? But this proved to be the key to the Polytechnic’s
academic development.

       On April Fool’s Day 1970 we became a Polytechnic. Five
months later Dr Lloyd took up his duties as Director. Immediately
his intellect, energy and commitment to high standards made
themselves felt. The first priority was to design, describe and
obtain approval from the CNAA for the new degree schemes. To
help and guide the academic teams concerned, a Course Assessment
Committee, chaired by the new Director, was set up. Every
Tuesday morning the searchlight of his scrutiny was played on the
proposals for courses in the natural and social sciences, arts,
humanities and technologies. He proved a polymath, critical,
perceptive and constructive
       In 1971, the CNAA approved the first degree scheme but,
despite Brian’s imposition of critical rigour in the course design
process, it was a struggle to get approval even for those directly
replacing London External degrees. One problem was the need to
appoint experienced academics - but we were under severe
financial constraints. One year the City told the Governors at the
last minute that, in spite of growing student numbers, the whole
capital programme was scrapped. In the event, a second-hand ICL
1900 mainframe computer mysteriously became available and was
installed – and the bill was never sent to us.

      But when a degree in sciences on the unit-credit pattern was
proposed, Brian immediately grasped its potential. He persuaded
us that, as far as possible, all the Polytechnic’s courses should take
this form. The Modular degree scheme was, in 1973, ground-
breaking in Britain. Once approved it was widely imitated but, we
like to think, never surpassed. Its instant success was largely due to
Brian Lloyd’s recognition that it was a flexible and economical way
of delivering education, enabled students to monitor their own
progress and encouraged them to maintain momentum.

     After the James Report of 1972, it became clear that many
Teacher Training colleges would close or be amalgamated with
Polytechnics. Tactfully yet firmly Brian Lloyd led epic and delicate
negotiations with the Lady Spencer Churchill College of Education.
In spite of the great differences in ethos between the ladies’
College and the expanding and protean Polytechnic, a happy
amalgamation was consummated in 1976.

      Enough of such detail. What was his impact on the people of
the Polytechnic? Of course we were at first a much smaller show.
Over lunch, technicians, secretaries, maintenance men, academics –
be they geologists, linguists, chemists or economists - would find
themselves talking with the Director on carpentry, gas analysis,
Vitamin C, Old Master paintings, exercise, English usage – anything.
His interests were encyclopaedic and his intellect formidable. But
he was self-aware and human too

      He was by conviction a democrat. At the fortnightly
Academic Board he expected proper discussion from everyone,
student and staff representatives or Heads of Department – but he
expected reason to prevail. Of course this meant that he found it
hard not to present counter arguments from the chair himself and
debate could often be fiery and confrontational. He had never
smoked or drunk but he would not even have coffee until the end of
a meeting was in sight – lest he become too animated!

      He decided to retire at the end of 1980. He felt he had
unfinished business he wanted to pursue. But there is no doubt
that, although we were on the brink of all the excitement of
becoming a university in our own right, the Polytechnic became a
duller place when this great man left us.

     Rodney Tulloch
Geoff and Mike Venning

In italic are those parts of our address which were not spoken in
Chapel – we spoke without notes.

Ruth recalls that in the High Street flat when Megan and Olwen were
babies one bedroom was at the back and one at the front of the flat,
with the living room in between. Baby noises could be heard in the
living room but not in the other bedroom. Brian set up a microphone
and speaker system which he designed and built himself, with
microphone in the twins’ bedroom and speaker in Brian and Reinhild’s
bedroom for night-time – decades ahead of the times.

We should add that Paul Miller – see below – talked about Brian with
mike over the last weeks on a couple of occasions. He spoke of the
surprise to all in Brian’s scientific team when Brian moved to the
Oxford Polytechnic. It was Dan Cunningham who felt that this
reflected Brian’s sense of public service/duty which he carried with
him from his upbringing in Wales


I appreciate the honour and privilege of being asked to speak on this

B & I have been close friends for 75 years since we met in September
1934 as scholars at Winchester College.

Brian sat for Winchester College scholarship exam, at a terrific
disadvantage, competing c boys from British prep schools with a rich
classical syllabus designed for public school exams. B had to rely on his
mathematical brilliance to win his scholarship

At school he took part in all aspects of school life, the games and
social life. He was not a nerd.

I remember in particular in our last year, Brian was head of Chambers;
there were two brilliant mathematicians from 2 years behind us. They
looked up to him as intellectual/mathematical mentor rather than to
the teachers of the school. Freeman Dyson went on to be appointed to
replace Albert Einstein at Princeton and was believed to be the
brightest Physicist/Mathematician never to win the Nobel Prize.

The other was Michael Lighthill who worked at Bletchley deciphering
the Enigma Code and later went on to be Scientific advisor to the
Government looking at the problem of minimising casualties amongst
our bomber crews over Germany, showing that by flying closer
together with some losses from mid-air collision this was outweighed
by reduction of losses from anti-aircraft fire; both were Fellows of
the Royal Society at young age. At College at Winchester they
constructed the magnificent Mathematical models of regular

We were good friends and I asked Brian who was the obvious choice as
a man of intellect and character? to be godfather to my son Mike,
who will take the story on from here


Brian Lloyd, . . . . Uncle Brian and Auntie Reinhild, . . . .

In this lovely setting with such beautiful choral music I am honoured
and proud to stand here, . . . how can words do justice to Brian,
particularly when the picture on the memorial program captures him
so well, . . . Megan, do you know who took that photograph? I’d love
to have a copy, I could have it on my mobile phone . . .

But I will try with words: . . .“pithy” that is a word which I will use
to describe Brian . . .

P for People, my first memories are of Merton Street a house tumbling
with people, then Charlbury Road, more space, more people (and
paintings) and always a welcome. Then Brian had the vision, and
Reinhild, to move on to High Wall, where they welcomed me and took
me into the family for 6 months when I came back to Oxford, cared for
me and gave me a home.

I for Ideas - these were flowing continuously, we’ve heard about
Brian’s intellectual and academic brilliance, and more than that his
practical ability. I have in the North West two colleagues who were
students of his, one (note: Paul Miller, who came today, senior
Physician at Withington Hospital - University Hospital of South
Manchester where I worked from 1990 - 2000, Reader in Medicine and
previous Regional Adviser of the Royal College of Physicians) who asks
after Brian whenever we meet and who hopes to be here today. I’ve
learned from him that when working on gas analysis in pursuit of
precision he needed a valve with as small a dead space as possible,
smaller than made by any of the commercial manufacturers. He
arrived at work a few days later with one he had made himself at
home. Leading scientific colleagues from the States saw and admired
this and wanted him to make some for them.

Dad and Brian were like thunder and lightning, the ideas and thoughts
flowed whenever we met, one would be caught up and carried along
and inspired . . . on many occasions the conversation would still be
going through the open car window as we drove off.

T for Things, he worked with skill and craftsmanship on things, not just
the valve with minimal deadspace . . . I recall when I arrived to live
at High Wall, he took me over to the back gate in the wall over to the
left. The wall had settled, the gate had jammed. He had measured the
angles, the height, the discrepant movements, had recalculated the
hinge positions and lengths and angles, redesigned, rebuilt with an
extra shave of wood and remounted the gate and proudly showed me
how it closed perfectly with a gentle click. I’ll bet that gate works
perfectly to this day (unless the wall has settled again). . . . .Things
such as the Lloyd table, we have Lloyd Tables numbers 2 and 3 in the
family in High Wycombe and Manchester, the perfect round table with
no wobble and no legs in the way. He explained that this table (mine
was to be 5 foot, but he lost one piece of wood so it is 4 foot 10 inches
– he had had to use a redesign with eight radial segments to get a 5
foot 10 inch table out of the remaining piece of wood) – can seat 6 ,
but if you sit back a bit it can also seat ten.

H for Humanity, Uncle Brian was a man of great humanity, in all he
did, his people, his ideas, his craftsmanship.

PITHE – I can hear him saying “Michael, you never could spell!” – but
E is for the Excellence of all he did . . . . . in this lovely setting
(Magdalen Chapel with the candles, the choir and his family and
friends) his memorial plaque is there; he is more than worthy of his
place here . . . .

I miss him . . . . we will all miss him

        Geoff and Mike Venning, Magdalen College Chapel, Saturday 13
                                                     November 2010
Olwen Curry

Brian Beynon Lloyd 1920 – 2010

Good Afternoon.
My name is Olwen Curry, and I am Brian and Reinhild’s second
On behalf of the family I would like to thank the President and Fellows
of Magdalen, the choir for singing so beautifully and for all the

I would like to share a few family memories of my father.

He was a very attractive person and I have vivid memories of his
appearance as a tall, dark haired, energetic man. I think it is a
measure of his attraction and my mother’s capacity to take a risk that
after a few months of knowing each other she left Germany, came to
England, and married my father in Spring 1949. Coincidentally she
stayed in Holywell Street in the same house where my son Owen had
his second year room nigh on 55 years later. When Mum and Dad
married he was a recently appointed fellow by examination of

My early homes were Magdalen Houses: 58 High Street, 25 Merton
Street, where I thought we had a science laboratory when I misheard
my father telling a visitor where the lav was and I thought he said lab,
Holywell Ford where we lived for a few months when John and Kathryn
Stoye were on sabbatical and 13 Charlbury Road. It was in 13 Charlbury
Road that the family was complete with my parents and 7 children the
oldest of which were just 8. It was at Charlbury Road in the mid 1960’s
that a man knocked on the door, begging for money, explaining to my
father that he had a wife and 4 children to support and could my father
spare any money. He left without any financial support as my father, as
kindly as he could, replied that he also had a wife but had 7 children to

In 1970 he and Mum bought and moved to High Wall which has been the
family home ever since. He loved High Wall.

My father was an authoritative, almost authoritarian, figure of our
childhood, with a very high moral position as far as personal
relationships were concerned. The new freedoms of the 60’s did not sit
comfortably with Dad’s moral code and we all remember him rattling
the newspaper as TV news recounted some political or sexual scandal.

But what I think we all remember is that he was fun!
  • He played with us, physical games such as crocodiles and board
    games such as Monopoly which he always won,
  • he sang with us, Green grow the rushes O,
  • he told stories, Matilda and Mr Tadzuk who was the size of a milk
  • he played cricket in the garden and on cold windy beaches when we
    went on holiday to Wales or Ireland.
  • He taught us how to play Bridge and
  • He was hugely fond and proud of his 13 grandchildren.
  • He thought big and took on DIY projects at home, subscribing to
    Practical Householder magazine. Would anyone like the complete
    set from 1950?
  • I remember helping him tack down some stair carpet in 25 Merton
    Street when I can’t have been more than 6 and bizarrely he seemed
    to be using plastic nails, but actually what he was saying was
    blasted nails as they failed to do what he wanted
  • He stopped off at every opportunity at what we called junk shops
  • He was a man who would have been at car boot sales every
    weekend if he had been well enough in the last few years, feeding
    his collector’
  • He covered the walls of the houses we lived in with pictures and
    our lives were the richer for it.
  • He never stopped thinking and challenging and questioning for
    example the importance of vitamin C, the cause of diabetes, what
    did we know about haemoglobin, running records, Galileo, the
    topics were endless.

We all have our own personal memories, and we do all miss him.

Olwen Curry 14th November 2010

Shared By: