All Things Bright And Beautiful

I remember lots of the names on the memory of Horton Heath. My grandparents were the Craggs and lived at Horton Heath as well. I went to school in Fair Oak. It was a long walk from Horton Heath. I remember Mrs. Treasure, Mr. Clarck and Mrs. Douce, in fact she took me to hospital to have my knee stitched after I fell down on the grating at the entrance of school. I still have the scar .I remember, Mr. Scott the vicar and of having a breakfast of porridge with him and his family. Pamela Morris, Bernice Target, Susan Clarck, Carol White, John Hicks, the twins Eric and Denis and many more. The thing that made the most impression were the toilet facilities. They were at the end of the grounds, freezing cold and my little legs could hardly reach to climb onto the wooden sitting. Many a time I suffered wet knickers in the cold because of this nightmare. Those dark green knickers with a pocket in them were handy because they went down almost to my knees which meant that I could pull my knee socks up over them to protect me from the cold wind as I walked to school from Horton Heath.
I also remember us all holding hands around the church and singing all things bright and beautiful. Wonderful days really. I have lived in Holland for 35 years and up till four years ago came back to visit my mother who has now passed away. Every thing has changed so much. The area has been built up to such an extent that I found it difficult to find my way back sometimes. I would love to hear from anyone who remembers me.