Happy days…

I did have very happy days at school, I’m not saying they were the happiest of my life, but I had fun, I made friends, I received an excellent education. I started at Milton Road Infants School in Cambridge when I was four, and I went into Miss North’s class; she was a fearsome  lean brown lady, with a croaky voice and utterly terrifying for the youngest children in the school! My next teacher was Miss Howse who had grey hair but I think was actually fairly young; she had a soft cooing voice and was a great teacher. All the children lived in the same area, all around the school and so I was with the same group with most of them from the age of four until eleven when we went to different schools.

I often think about my classmates; I don’t suppose they ever think about me! When I was about five, I had a friend called Oliver who was half Chinese; he left school probably before we went into the Juniors when we were six, but I remember going to his house for tea. We used to play with a younger boy called Toby who wore leather shorts… I wonder if his family were German? There was a beautiful little girl in my class called Angela Dreyfus; we had pictures on our coat pegs and on the blankets we had for our afternoon nap. I had a camel, and so wished I had the strawberry, but Angela had it so I didn’t mind. She looked how I imagined Snow White, with a heart-shaped face and dark hair.  I was also friendly with Barto Whiley, but he left school after a couple of years; I remember him having curly brown hair and glasses. There was a French boy called Pierre, who I had to line up with and hold hands to go into school in pairs. He loved playing in the sandpit but never brushed the sand from his hands, and I didn’t like the feel of it at all!

Just about to leave our junior school, and go on to different senior schools!
Just about to leave our junior school, and go on to different senior schools!

 

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