St Anne's 1961 68

A Memory of Sanderstead.

I remember. ... long bending corridors. Miss Skinner, the best teacher I ever had. I became an English teacher and taught Shakespeare as drama: the way she had inspired me. Mrs Pudney putting two red lines through my English holiday work, tearing the paper... Miss Queen telling me I was too stupid to take optional Greek... but Miss Durante and the choirs, the plays, debates, festivals, discussing politics with Miss Noblett Geography: arguing morality all afternoon in civilised discussion with Sister Gabriel before being excused Mass & RK .. the breadth and scope of the education I received is nowadays only a memory, and not granted to the young today.
I was Maria Trotter then: so long ago. And so lucky, overall....