Old School In Quaker Lane

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I went to quaker lane ,i remember it as massive gothic looking building. Teachers mr Harris, mr goodyear , he had loads of stuffed animals in his glassroom. Miss godwin and her nature table , we were incouraged to bring in bits and pieces for it. Tap poles etc. Lol. I remember building the new swimming pool and having lessons in it. Children in my class were renee malone, cheryl eden, cathy codell, Jennifer evens, marie fox, carol darginton, christine fueuxu. Peter parker, tilly, Raymond osbourne. Brian shocter, juilian patherman ? Me i am anne kirk now seymour. Then king harold in upshire , that was bit of a shock big loud , six formers who were very bossy. Way out club . Mr ball headmaster , for some strange reason all german children had to put their hands up in assembly now and then , asked to wait outside his office when he arrived dismissed to our classes ? What was that all about ? There was bob niche ,me and few others. Rip bob. Teachers were ok but can't say any stood out
as brillant . I think please sir an old comedy was based on our school. School reunions were brillant though.

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I went to King Harold school in Quaker Lane, started in 1953, the year we lost our King. I was thirteen. Head teacher Mr Gomm, his wife was the music teacher who was always ready to give you a slap around the face if you played up. Miss Wilkenson, Australian, was another teacher whom I fell in deeply in love with. Mr French? was the french teacher whose aim with the black board rubber was uncanny. Winter time we would spread water down the play ground and when froze became our slippery slide. If one played up on it we would get another whack across the head and banned from sliding. There was a wooden cloak room where one would take some poor soul, teachers pet, and give out advice. The slaughter house was next to the play ground, one could here the cattle pleading for mercy. One day bull went mad and crashed through the play ground wooden fence. Police were called and they shot it in front of many eyes staring out of class room windows. The plague of the school was Mr Luck the truant catcher. Always caught us at the cattle market on a Tuesday. My mate Peter Jones told him once that he wanted to go to school but his bike didn't want to go. We received three strokes of the cane each. If we were bad, cheeky or just plain rude we got the cane, we got the black board rubber thrown at us or we got a slap across the face. If we went home and told mum we got another slap for being bad. This was the the fifties where teachers ruled now they are the teachers who only teach those who want to learn, the others are are left at the wayside.

Paul B Stevens

By stevens05 on Tue Jul 30th 2019, at 7:29 am

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