Convent High School. Grosvenor Road.
A Memory of Wrexham.
The school was in fact three buildings. The convent itself, the house next door and the main school in Gerald? Street. There was also a large prefab type building in the grounds that housed Sister Marie Claires Business Class and the Assembly Room. My memoires are of the smell of polish in the Convent, the silence. The top two forms were in this building. The Nuns chapel was here, the only time we were allowed in was to say a prayer before we entered the school certificate exam rooms!
Memories of Sister Salome veil allying, playing Hockey on the field, near to where Aston Hall was. As we shared this field with Grove Park Boys school we were at long last allowed to wear shorts for games instead of tucking our gym slips into our large brown knickers!
Thoughts of the terrifing Miss Costello (Latin and English) and tiny Sister Oswald who would rather let you help her make 'charity sale goods' than teach you music, in her room in the Grosvenor Road building.
These lovely 'Georgian' houses are now all gone to make room for a 1960's Tax office.
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Other came and went. I remember Sister Imelda (one time headmistress) with particular affection as I also remember the two nuns, Oswald and Salome.
Not always shining academically, we did have our own stars it must be said. A few girls married well - Joan Lloyd particularly - who just missed being a countess. And I always admired Joan Simons who had such a personality, such a presence. There were some budding ballerinas too and Anna Thomas won a place at the Royal Ballet School. Some went on to University - Marna Price, Shirin Gandhi and Sylvia Wakely among them - Marna became a journalist and made it to Fleet Street in London, Shirin taught locally I believe.
We had dancing lessons (as default) with Miss Vera Price, elocution lessons with Miss Betty Lowe and there was the lovely Olga who played the piano while we thumped around the room.
Now the bulldozers have reduced it all to memories - and the only concrete symbol left is a school board in the grounds of the Social Services office which is so weather-beaten that few are likely to know what it represents.