Stanhope Castle School

A Memory of Stanhope.

I have read the memories of this school with tears in my eyes. I am 72 years of age, and I was sent there in 1948. If the Mr Bowls was the same man I met, then God help him, I still carry the hate for this man in my heart, he was the most evil man, the only thing I have or ever will hate. If anyone reads this who was there in 1948-51 they will remember me. I was made to carry a pair of size ten boots every day and every hour of the day, I even had to take them to bed with me, for nearly 9 months. That man was pure evil to me. I could go on and tell the real stories about that school. By the way, I only stole 2 pounds 62 pence.