Seasons of a Scholar

Seasons of a Scholar

Some Personal Reflections of an International Business Economist

John H. Dunning

In his perceptive and easily readable autobiography, John Dunning walks the reader through the four seasons of his professional and private life. With just the right touch of humour, he recounts his boyhood experience during the eventful days of the Second World War, his three-year spell in the Royal Navy, as well as his years as a student and research assistant at University College London. He then goes on to describe his times as teacher and researcher at Southampton, Reading and Rutgers Universities, and the origin and evolution of the Reading School of International Business scholarship.

Chapter 2: ‘The Whining Schoolboy’: Towards Adolescence

John H. Dunning

Subjects: business and management, international business, economics and finance, history of economic thought, international business


2. ‘The whining schoolboy’:1 towards adolescence Moving house can be an unsettling experience, particularly when it is not your choice, and you do not want to move. I was just in the process of settling down to life at Forest School in Snaresbrook when, in September 1937, my father accepted the ministry of Wealdstone Baptist Church in Harrow, about 20 miles across London from Walthamstow. I remember crying when I learnt I had to leave my friends and the only home which I had known for all but six months of the past ten years! But then I tried to look on the bright side of things. We were to take possession of a brand new and larger house in a quiet residential road. It was ideally located five minutes walk from a park, part of which I had already marked out as a place to play cricket with any newly found friends. And the nearest railway station, just two miles away, was on the London Midland and Scottish (LMS) main line to Glasgow.2 From a footbridge near Wealdstone Station I could happily watch the Coronation Scot and other express trains hurtling their way north and south. And the promise of a brand new bicycle and another engine for my beloved train set considerably sweetened the bitter pill of the relocation, the actual process of which I have now completely forgotten. ******** For the next five years I attended John Lyon School, North Harrow. The school was established in the...

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