Downshall School

A Memory of Seven Kings.

I used to live in Chester Road, and it seemed miles to walk to school. I attended the infants, primary and secondary schools of Downshall, before moving to St. Albans in the 60s. I remember the baker shop in Meads Lane and given the task of buying a loaf, and a loaf of bread arriving home minus all the poppy seeds, no plastic wrappers then, just tissue paper. I too remember Mr Crisp, Miss How and Miss Hilyard, the games mistress, and the wonderful science teacher who gave me the love of all things scientific. I also remember the huge, well they seemed huge, coal fires in the class rooms, wonderful for drying wet coats, hats and gloves.