Re: Latest Header (Tuesday)
Posted by Barry Cram on July 2, 2019, 4:59 pm, in reply to "Latest Header (Tuesday)"
Hello Norman (Dunn), |
The school didn't look any different when I was there, 30-odd years after your photograph.
I started St. Oswald’s Junior School in 1964, the same year that the Deputy Head, Mr Holman started, aged 21 (he’s now in his early 70s, and here’s me thinking he was older - Barry Cram, go to the back of the class! ).
I don’t know if it was just me and my imagination, but St. Oswald’s felt like a public school - well, at least like the nice ones I’ve read about. It only had four classrooms, and had a wonderful air of calmness and friendliness, and the teachers were just lovely:
There was Mrs McAllister, the caring ‘grandma’ of the school, from the starter class - or what we referred to as the ‘Baby Class’.
The gentle Mr Wilson had a warm, genial nature, taught from a makeshift class in the hall and was like an uncle to us.
I didn’t get to know Mrs. Liddington, as I was too old for her class.
Then, there was the immaculate and extremely elegant Miss Hugill.
Then, the sporty Mr Holman, keeping the school football team up to scratch in the schoolyard.
Mr Emmerson, the headmaster, was the ‘Dad’ of the school: One dark, winter, we were in the school hall having dinner; the room was brightly lit, in stark contrast to the black outside the windows. One child was almost hysterical, due to the severity of the thunder and lightning that suddenly came and clapped and flashed angrily about us. That lovely, dear man, Mr Emmerson, took the young boy, sat him on his knee and comforted him like a loving parent would have; I will never forget that beautiful act of compassion and kindness.
We mustn’t forget the delightfully capable Mrs Dodds, the school nurse; she seemed old, but, at that time, was probably a lot younger than I am now.
And, just as important, were the dinner ladies: Mrs Frost and Mrs Knight are the ones that I knew the names of; and of course, Mrs Buckley, the kindly lady that watched over us during dinner, and afterwards in the playground.
And, last, but not least, Mr Main, the ‘lollypop man’, that saw us safely across the road for many years.
These wonderful folk, were all very important in my life and the lives of all the children in the school, and all worth their weight in gold - God bless them.
P. S. Though I never went to the new St. Oswald’s, my two children attended there in the 80s, and Miss Hugill was their teacher, too - how good’s that?