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At School
I was at the Convent when this picture was taken. In the foreground you can see the tennis courts. Our dormitories were on the 'Top Landing', the windows you can see on the second floor. The Convent was run by the order of St Clotilde and was started by Mere Fontaine in Paris to look after the orphaned children of the revolution. At this time the Reverend Mother was Sister Marie-Dominique, who sadly died recently [2009]. On the 20th June 2009, we attended a memorial service for her in the Parish Church of St Lawrence in Lechlade, as Lechlade Manor is now in private hands and the chapel, which was brand new in 1960, has been de-commissioned.
In 1960 there were approximately 180 girls from age 5 to 18, some boarding and some day pupils and we were taught to have a thoughtful and giving approach to life
The atmosphere in this wonderful school was homely and caring and we were brought up like one big happy... Read more
Holidays Around 1959?
I am sure I am right. I have the fondest memory of this place. We were sent on holiday there by the Country Holiday Fund. We were inner city kids. The place was so beautiful and every one so kind. Obviously to us this was a very rich environment and I remember the children left things for us when they went home for the summer. I got my first pair of roller skates. The nuns were very kind to us. I remember swimming in the Thames and there being a bridge. It was a world apart from our life in London. I have never forgotten it.
Fond Memories
I think it was around this time (1993) that I attended St Clots! I was sent there as I had been enjoying, to date, my time at bording school in Berkshire. My mother and my auntie had spent many many happy years here when my grandparents were living in Africa, so they thought I would be happy here too. So, it turned out that I wasn’t very happy here, although that had nothing to do with my lovely friends, lovely nuns (and Father Bacon!) and beautiful building; and perhaps more to do with my pony waiting at home for me and my family being a whole hour away!
I still have many fond memories of the place and wish that I had stuck at it longer than a year, before moving to a day school closer to home. Ironically, I am now married to the military and so find myself living down the road, for the moment! I took a drive down to St Clot's recently but felt that... Read more
The Convent.........fondest Memories
I went to the convent from around 1963 t0 1971 and I was very happy there as a little "German girl". We went on the mini bus from Swindon with a few pupils we picked up on the way and already had a jolly time before we even got there. I remember the great trees just beyond the tennis court, one with a hollow branch we used to crawl into and peep out at the other end, the freezing cold swimming pool which is now a fountain, the refectory, the bungalow classrooms, the assembly hall, our school song""Floats our bark on peaceful waters...", the cognitive lessons in the mornings and the fun lessons in the afternoon, elocution lessons, freedom to roam the grounds and play tennis in the lunch break with no reprimands if back too late, the old girls smoking in the graveyard behind the hedge (quite visible!), the dens we built, the swings, the art bungalows, nearly choking on a fish bone and the nuns shoving bread down... Read more
Torturous Memories of St Clothilde's
I have horrendous memories of my time at St Clothilde School, from 1979-1986. My contemporaries were lovely, but the nuns were warped, and seemed to delight in public humiliation, and denial of the real world's existence. I had a truly horrific experience in their hands, I think because I was branded dyslexic and victimised for it. For seven years I was made to stand up in front of the whole school every Friday for not attaining sufficient grades in every subject, I put them in the same category as the paedophile Catholic priests, I hope they all rot in hell. It was a lovely building though, steeped in history, and I remember with fondness Mr Peacock the caretaker, the only man on the premises, who was ridiculed for having unusual looks having been gassed in the war.
Old Home Town
Nice to see this site.
I was born in Coronation Street, and lived from 1947 till 1964 in the Plies, until my marriage.
I have the fondest memories of growing up in Fairford, an absoutely idyllic life for a child in those days. The freedom we had as children was great, with none of the fears associated with modern living.
I am one of those who wanted to find a 'better' life elsewhere, and have lived in Canada for 40 years now, but still have strong ties to Fairford.
Your photos bring back a flood of great memories.
Nice to see the town as it was, and I look forward to visiting 'Home' again in the near future.
Cricket
I am 7 years old, and walking down Park Street to the cricket pitch, under the trees at the end of the row. By the look of the trees in this photograph it is a little to early in the year to go 'walnutting' in the walnut field farther down on the right. Ken Isles might be herding his cows across the road to milk from the park grounds. Alan Jeffries lives in one of the houses, can't remember which one.
