My Primary School
What a lovely old photo! I was lucky enough to spend my primary school years, 1962 to 1968, at Lower Withington primary school as did my sister Cathy and my mum and uncle before us. Our headmistress lived in the house next door to the school and believe it or not she actually taught my mum and uncle also!
We all have many good memories of growing up in Lower Withington and all these years on it still feels like home when we go back even though we moved away in 1969.
The village has changed a bit over the years, what place hasn't; the school is now a large house and the grass in the front of the photo is now the Village Hall car park. In our day there was a hall but it was a low wooden building and we knew it as the
'Parish Room'; the church is still the same though, a green corrugated tin building but all the more special for not being replaced or closed.
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RE: RE: My Primary School
I also attended this little school, where I was taught to read using Old Lob.
This makes me feel very old, because no-one else seems to remember it. It must be even older than Janet and John (not the Wogan version, sadly) although I remember reading that too.
My Infant teacher was Miss Fowler, who widened my horizons by giving me my first ever taste of goats' cheese. She was lovely and gentle. Then there was the witty Mr Jarrett, whose spoonerisms at registration were infamous. I was Kargaret Mennedy, by the way. I loved his games sessions, though I was no athlete, and the nature walks. Withington school in those days was straight out of Laurie Lee.
Finally there was Mrs Brocklehurt, whose barked "Sit up straight!" could awaken the most ardent daydreamer. But could she teach! She engendered in me a love of literature and poetry, which has given me great pleasure thoughout my life. I remember a yearly verse speaking, Wind in the Willows, and Alan Garner's "Wierdstone of Brisingamen" Mrs Brocklehurst, attempted to teach me to sew. I shudder to remember my uneven tacking, but I was very proud of my over ambitious pump bag with a Harvest Festival scene embroidered. I also remember Religious Instruction with Rev. Cyril H Lee, another of my chilhood heroes.
Comment from Margaret Pearson on Tuesday, 13th April 2010.
RE: RE: My Primary School
I attended the school until 1959, following 2 older brothers, and I remember Mrs Brocklehurst and Mr Jarrett; from there I went to The Kings School, Macclesfield and eventually became a teacher! If you now visit the school, now a private house, you'll see the boards with gold writing of those who gained scholarships. It was a wonderful junior school for me...and a beautiful area to grow up in. I love returning to the area.
Comment from Peter Church on Monday, 11th July 2011.