The Old School

A Memory of Lytchett Matravers.

My memory of Lytchett Matravers is of the old school. It was a hundred years old in 1974 and everybody who attended the school at that time joined in the celebration. I was ten at the time and wrote a poem for my part in it all. Mrs Cox, the oldest woman in England at the time and resident of Lytchett Matravers recalled her memories as one of the first children to attend the school one hundred years today.
I am still a resident of Lytchett Matravers to this day and recall those memories fondly.
My poem:
nine o' clock bell,
nine o' bell,
altogether at the nine o'clock bell,
pushing, punching, kicking,
altogether at the nine o' clock bell.

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