High Cannons School.
A Memory of Borehamwood.
I came from Lowestoft in Suffolk to live with an aunt and uncle in Glenhaven Ave, while my mother was ill. I remember being taken by coach with my sister Jacky to High Cannons. We were not happy at first. It was very different to our small school in Lowestoft. We soon settled and have happy memories. I also have memories of the shopping centre, Woolworths in particular, where we could spend our pocket money. Just before the shopping centre was a sweet shop called Hansons, my aunt cleaned here. We returned home but I later came to Watford where I did my nurse training. Again I spent a lot of my off duty time in Glenhaven Ave. I am now retired, but often think of the happy times spent in Boreham Wood.
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Pete Baldwin used to cycle to school, we doubled up to beat the bus home via Potters Lane to Brook Rd. My memories of Miss Lilley (head mistress) and a wonderful New Zealand female teacher are still fresh. The maze and the Ha Ha at the front were great for adventures! The site of the rhododendrons were fantastic for a recent import from south London.
After High Cannons I went to the new Parkside School at Aycliffe Road and we moved from Thirsk Road to Stapleton Road, opposite Campions Secondary School. My maiden name was Geraldine Bancroft and my sisters Pam and Beryl also attended Parkside, as did my brother Dennis. Not sure if my youngest sister Hazel also attended Parkside.
After Parkside I went to Queen Elizabeth's Girls Grammar in Barnet. I left after O Levels and started my first job at Barclays Bank in Shenley Road.
I now live in Queensland, Australia and visit the UK every couple of years as I have family in Northamptonshire, Hertfordshire and Essex.
We had to travel there by coach which used to pick us up every morning in Nicoll Way, just across the road from where we lived in Knebworth Path.
In 1953 we were experiencing some very cold winters with plenty of snow which always had a picturesque effect on the surrounding countryside.
Every morning, I would cross the road in Nicoll Way, and then board the coach that was waiting to take us to High Canons.
I had a little school satchel that was packed either with jam or luncheon meat sandwiches that my mother had made for me because in those days we could not afford to have school dinners; but I did sometimes, only if my parents had enough money to pay for them!
I clearly remember coronation day when they gave us white chocolate and a mug