Barrow Hill School, Frimley

Hi thank you for letting me in. I was in Burrow Hill school back in 1950 I was 10 years old at the time, it was around the 5th November. I remember going onto the playing field on that night. There was a group called the harmonic trample that played on a makeshift stage that night. The head teacher who name I believe was Mr. Clever. I did have a very good friend whilst I was there, his name was Frank Reason. He was about my age. If I remember rightly the kitchen was shaped like the letter H looking down from the air. All I know is that I was sent to the school because I was in bad health. My name is Eric Phillips if you did know me drop me a line.
ERIC.

Do you mean Mr. Churchley - not Churchill - was headmaster?

Hello Eric
My name is Maurice Coffey and I was a Burrow Hill in 1954. I am currently compiling a DVD of photos and memories provided by former pupils. I am intrigued by your memories as written here.
You have Mr. Cleaver listed as headmaster, but he didn't take over until 1956. Did you mean that you arrived in 1950 and wre still there in 1956?
Also you refer to "harmonic trample". Ther were a group later than 1950, of boys learning to play the mouth organ, known as "harmonica Tramps" Were you referring to them?
You may like to know that there is an ex pupil named Eric Morris who produced a book of the history of the school. He has many memories.
His addrerss is morriserick1@aol.cm

I was there in 1955, first two terms I think, Headmaster was a Mr Rees... On a Friday night we would go to his house and watch the Cristo Kid... There was a fashion for buying Hamonicias,, I being a Roman Cathorlic, had to go to chuch with other RCs to the Army Church at Blackdown.. almost opposite the church was a Café, we used to go in,,,with a Music shop next door,,we brought harmonicas from there... on a Saturday we went to Camberley by train, and brought Balsa wood models of aircraft.. Great Days...

I was there in 1955, first two terms I think, Headmaster was a Mr Rees... On a Friday night we would go to his house and watch the Cristo Kid... There was a fashion for buying Hamonicias,, I being a Roman Cathorlic, had to go to chuch with other RCs to the Army Church at Blackdown.. almost opposite the church was a Café, we used to go in,,,with a Music shop next door,,we brought harmonicas from there... on a Saturday we went to Camberley by train, and brought Balsa wood models of aircraft.. Great Days...

Hi Maurice, I did read your comments alongside others, I was at time a boy suffering with dyslexia at Burrow hill school something I did not understand at the time. unfortunately I still suffer today with the same problem, hence my lack of writing about something I myself cherished being there. I did write my autobiography to hand down to my children and grandchildren, this book took me nine years off and on to compleat. The title Dyslexia Read Me If You Can, by Eric M Taylor, my mother madden name at the time of my birth. So yes I may have been confused at 10 years old but I do remember being there at the time of November 1955 not 1950.