William Blake School

A Memory of Battersea.

Lived on the Patmore Estate on Stewarts Road. Also a Grenadier on the Wandsworth Road and live on the pie and mash from Harringtons. Went to William Blake School
with Jack Jones as a form master ( what a nice man ) . To avoid the French lessons I
used to take the school monies upto the bank in Lavender Hill for Old Ma Jones , the
secretary. The worst ones for using the cane was Gray & Barrett , especially after their
pub lunch ! They were good days.


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I also went to William Blake but in those days (1949) it was known as Surrey Lane School. Didn't do French in those days, After 2 years there a lovely teacher Miss Oliver recommended me for a place at Wandsworth Tec: Building School. I recall the head at Surrey Lane was Mr Rudd who I believe was to remain there for many years. All I remember learning there was about the Tudor Period and girls!!. No girls at Wandsworth so got down to learning something useful.
Married in 1959 and moved away from London but the memories of those post war years still linger, as a friend said recently the more you talk about the old days it's surprising how much you can recall. For the past two years I have been in contact with a lady I last saw in June 1953 (me 16 her 14) but I can still remember the occasion in detail.
Ron Large
I went to William Blake School in 1955. The boys and girls classes were totally separate. The asembly halls were sepaate. The playgrounds were separate. Only at dinnertime did we see the boys in the dinner hall. I remember Mr Rudd the head Master. He spoke in French to the piano teacher every morning at assembly. It was meant to impress us. Three years later the school was made an all boys school, and we girls were moved to Lavender Hill School, which became an all girls school. Our head Mistress there was Miss Tibbs. My name was Maribelle de Veras. I was the Spanish girl who could not read, but I was the only girl who knew that the name of my class "Tardis" meant late/retarded in Latin . My email is maribelle.young@gmail.com
Hi I also went to William Blake school from 1955 to 1961. I remember Harold Rudd the head master
I think in 1958 Flourescent socks were all the rage and we had to walk past him to assembly holding our trousers up to show we were not wearing the brightly coloured socks. If we were Rudd wouold say we would end up at Nine Elms as a van boy. I think thats what made me study hard. I was in Mr Dalby's class I went on to join the air force and studied electronics and then emigrated to South Africa where I live still today, on a millionaires estate overlooking the southern atlantic . I often wonder how my school mates faired in the world, Hugh Atkinson, Bruce Burgess, Jonny Mileman, bryant, Sturdwick, Clive Olney, Thomas Clayton Harrington, Grenfell, Goodwin, Cox, Adams and all the others of that class.
My name is Colin Edward Turner used to live at 43 bonsor house Stewart's road Battersea. I attended sir William Blake from 1958 - 1962
I'm sure my dad went to william Blake school, Bernard Vallance. He was from a big family, 11.boys my nan and grandad had. They lived.in benfield street. My dad was born in 1937, the dad the Hindenburg caught fire
I went to the William Blake late fifties early sixties and remember Mr.Rudd well particularly for the canings, where we had to queue up outside his study. My class teacher was Mr. Wright "Box your ears Sunny Jim" one of his favourite lines, and again caning in the front of the class on knees normally with guy called Walker can't remember his first name. Did a couple of school plays, and played trumpet in the school orchestra. Names Alan Mills, Freddie Reynolds, Parr, Smiffy, Bobby Hearn. Left there with o level art and somehow qualified as a Solicitor, and still going today. Like to hear from anyone who remembers.
Barry Edwards (known as Angel Face in those days)

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