Collingwood School
A Memory of Wallington.
I attended Collingwood from 1957 - 1960 and yes, the discipline was severe. I once looked out of the window as a fire engine went by and was punished with 6 of the best! Mr Kirby Birt was an odd character with a viscious streak. They were all scary. I think there was a Mr Maynard who wasn't too bad. I failed my 11 plus but got into Trinity, Croydon. We used to go swimming in Beddington Park open air baths at the back of Carew Manor - few know of its existence but it was great place to go at w/e when we had proper summers!
Hobbies like trainspotting and collecting bus numbers were popular. Someone Edwards?? even produced a monthly newsletter on London buses. I illustrated the front-page.
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I failed my 11 plus also but compared to my next school I was more than a year ahead in maths and English. The mistake made at Collingwood was simply they hadn't prepared the boys for they type of questions set in the exam.
I always look very fondly on my time at Collingwood. It certainly didn't leave me scarred in any way and if anything set me up for the real world.
Michael Rush.
Mr Richardson and his wife ruled the school and the former's ruler was used to exact punishment on any boy talking out of place. He called the canes by name and I was subject once to 6 of the best with 'Peter' and ended up with cuts and calluses on the palm of my left hand due to allegedly running along the corridor - happy days!
I recall Mr Maynard was really into Mozart, Mr Kirby was slightly cross-eyed, and Miss Ingram rarely seen. Who was the history teacher? - now there was a curmudgeonly so-and-so.
Well, we survived and the education was pretty good, but I wouldn't want to go back to that cold swimming pool at Carew Manor.
Staff - well I can remember Miss Winters who taught at the Malden Road school and who later married John Richardson - he became Head Master while I was there - up at Springfield Road, there was Mr Maynard, the music teacher, Mr Richards who specialised in Geography, and Mr Kirby who I cannot recall a special subject but took us for reading in one or two years. And then there was Mrs Ingham who we arerely saw and Miss Ingham who we rarely saw too.
Discipline was high on the agenda so too was politeness and courtesy...if we used the lollipop man for crossing the main road (Manor Road), we were expected to raise our cap as a thank you gesture. Weekly sports (either football or cricket) took place on a Wednesday afternoon in Beddington Park. I think the highlight of the week if you were in John Richardson's class was a Friday afternoon when he would read out or tell some kind of adventure story. The not so fun times was when you were caught doing something wrong - he would drag you out to the front of the class by getting hold of your earlobe and then it was either the cane, ruler or slipper. Now you wouldn't get wawy with that these days, not without the fear of a lawsuit - but it didn't do us any harm at all.
Then we had the yearly summer coach outings which seemed to be primarily up to to Earls Court, London for the Royal Tournament preceeded by afternoon tea at Barkers. But the best one had to be the day trip to Boulogne....early morning train to catch the boat to Folkestone and then a pretty late return to East Croyson station.
During my first week the whole school was assembled to witness some poor kid being caned across the hand up on the stage. Not something any child should witness, let alone go through the humiliation. So I kept my head down trying to be anonymous.
I do remember there being a large rocking horse in a room where, if you were good, you could ride on before lunch. Unfortunately I somehow managed to annoy a teacher and was told to go to the headmasters room for punishment. I didn't, instead, I went to the rocking horse room and rode it until the end of the lesson. I was never found out!
My sentence at Collingwood ended when our family moved to a different county for my Father's new job. My new school was more progressive and friendly. I do remember though, that I was ahead of the other pupils in one way as I could use a fountain pen and that surprised my teacher, as all her students used pencil. Now who uses a fountain pen?
In my time there, you started at the junior school in Malden Road before transferring to the senior school in Springfield Road. I recall Mr Richardson, the headmaster, who was a strict disciplinarian, Mr Maynard, the music teacher who was pretty easy going and later on, an American who who taught music who was also nice. There was also a young teacher with a beard who I think was Mr Farmer? who was very sporty and OK but by far the most intimidating was Mr Kirby who as others have commented was cross eyed and scared the hell out of me.
I recall the tedious coach trip to Cheam Swimming Baths on a Tuesday morning, disgusting bottled milk which was especially revolting in the summer when the milk has been left in the sun and a vivid memory was the school sports day during the famous hot summer of 1976 when a few kids passed out in the heat.