Hamilton House Prep School Ealing

A Memory of Ealing.

As a child, I lived at 24 Sunnyside Road Ealing W5 not far from Ealing Studios, from when I was born at the start of the war in1938 until I was 16 and my parents moved to Harrow on the Hill.
I went to Hamilton House Preparatory school in Florence Road from 1945 until 1949.
It was situated in a large Victorian house and was presided over by the headmaster AG Phillips.
In those days corporal punishment was the accepted norm in private schools and Phillips relished using a leather shaving strop with which he would beat you on both hands for the slightest misdemeanour.
He would prowl the corridors in search of prey and if you were unfortunate enough to be sent to stand outside the classroom door for, say talking, he would march you to his study for a beating.
He had assembled an extraordinary array of teachers, who were decidedly eccentric, including a Mr Roll who taught Geography and History. In later years I am surprised how much I managed to learn there, given that I lived in total fear for most of the time.
We had to wear a somewhat ornate uniform consisting of a blazer and cap with blue and white striped piping adorning each lapel and edge.
If there is anyone out there that was at the school at the same time, do get in touch. It would be fun to reminisce.

Graham Anthony


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I was at Hamilton House from 1947 to 1953, six unhappy years in fear of Mr. Phillips' strap and indeed of my own parents, who basically thought it was a good prep school. However six months before I left my father's opinion of Phillips drastically changed, although I only learnt of this years later, as aspects of Philips' behaviour emerged that today would be regarded as criminal. From Hamilton House I went on to a famous public school, but the damage had already been done. I don't suppose this is the sort of reminiscence you want to read, but it is all clearly ingrained in my mind. If any other old boy reading this would like to delve into the past further you would be most welcome to contact me.
Hi Peter.
We must have overlapped by about 3 years although I do not remember your name.
Looking at my school photographs, which I remember being taken because the camera moved in an arc to get us all in, I can remember several names, surnames of course. I was wondering whether you can remember any of the following or have kept in touch with any one else from that time?
Sherlock, Luck, Parker, Lamb, The Bland twins, the Woodwood brothers, Peter Brooker, Brian Stainer and John Russell.
My Father, John Francis McMeeken who died on May 30 1999, must have been at Hamilton House school from around 1925 to at least 1929 (I have his 1929 report card). He was a good athlete, and very fast runner, and became head boy before leaving the school. From there he went on to St. Paul's School. During and just after the war he worked for Wilson's Sons and the Sierra Leon coaling companies providing essential services to his Majesty's ships in Freetown. He was then sent to Brazil where he eventually joined International Paints (now Interlux). Upon his retirement he returned to the UK.
I was at HH from 1955 until 1963. Teachers were Messrs Bemridge (a lovely old man), Rolls (very strict and well respected), Jocelyn (who should have been a farmer or something, but left me with a love of reading and literature), Raymond Taylor, probably the best teacher I ever had. I enjoyed the place. I was good at cricket and athletics and did a good CE.
Nothing could have prepared me for the horrors of public school. Epsom was a hell hole, caning was regular. bullying rife. I failed everything and I left with a deep distrust of people, that I carry to this day.
Phillips sold the place, but his successor could only keep it going for a short while. He was OK with me. The danger was some ponce would tell Phillips that someone was standing outside a classroom. Happened to me. I took a bat to the tyke and was left alone.

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