27-01-2012, 02:20 PM
Hi,
Oh dear Paula. I went to school when we had real schools with real teachers 1952-1962. Up to the age of 11 when I grew out of asthma I had lots of time off school but when I was feeling up to it there was no dodging or playing truant as we had school bobbies in those days.
With the exception of the wood working teacher in the secondary school all our teachers were top class and beat their subject into me. Carving my girlfriends initials into the underside of the lid on my desk got me six of the best from the headmaster. These days knives are used for stabbing each other.
School uniforms were for the Grammar Schools; we had trouble affording ordinary clothes and many of these were handed down. With no mobile phones or computers we were made to learn or we were in deep trouble. We couldn't answer back and any problems we had at school ending up in discipline we got even more at home from our parents.
We couldn't afford drugs or cigarettes in fact we couldn't afford food. We had legs and these were used for walking to school and schools never closed for bad weather. We were forced to arrive at school on time and had to wait outside in the playground until the school opened; I'll never forget how cold play grounds can be with icy wind howling through our cheap clothes.
I think there was only one obese lad in the entire secondary school. We played fair in those days without much bulling or stealing in fact we had nothing on us worth stealing and little in our homes worth stealing either; during our long hot summers our house door was seldom closed and it was never locked.
Horace Bachelor of Keynsham, Bristol used to be on the radio pushing his treble chance winning method (pools) and it was every parents dream of winning the treble chance jackpot of £75,000.
My father used to arrive home from a day down the pit and we 4 kids would be put in a bedroom whilst he got cleaned up in a tin bath in front of the coal fire.
Kids would play out happily without fear of being run over or molested and all neighbours would be friendly and help each other.
The local policeman was highly respected as were doctors; the hospitals were places where you went in with a serious illness and came out cured unlike now when you go into hospital with a minor complaint and could come out in a box.
All the kids suffered the same illnesses but we each had a good immune system due to our living conditions. The outside toilet round the back of the cottages was a real joy to visit mid winter.
We were never ever bored; graffiti hadn't been invented and human rights were the law courts. A life sentence meant the life of the person convicted and no time off for good behaviour. Drink driving was so rare I never heard of it.
Schooling was hard but fair; the only way to get teachers off your back was to learn and be seen to be learning.
I'm rambling but it's too cold to play out today in the garage and I'm having a rest after my endeavours with the leaking drains. Now what was this thread about?
Kind regards, Col.
Oh dear Paula. I went to school when we had real schools with real teachers 1952-1962. Up to the age of 11 when I grew out of asthma I had lots of time off school but when I was feeling up to it there was no dodging or playing truant as we had school bobbies in those days.
With the exception of the wood working teacher in the secondary school all our teachers were top class and beat their subject into me. Carving my girlfriends initials into the underside of the lid on my desk got me six of the best from the headmaster. These days knives are used for stabbing each other.
School uniforms were for the Grammar Schools; we had trouble affording ordinary clothes and many of these were handed down. With no mobile phones or computers we were made to learn or we were in deep trouble. We couldn't answer back and any problems we had at school ending up in discipline we got even more at home from our parents.
We couldn't afford drugs or cigarettes in fact we couldn't afford food. We had legs and these were used for walking to school and schools never closed for bad weather. We were forced to arrive at school on time and had to wait outside in the playground until the school opened; I'll never forget how cold play grounds can be with icy wind howling through our cheap clothes.
I think there was only one obese lad in the entire secondary school. We played fair in those days without much bulling or stealing in fact we had nothing on us worth stealing and little in our homes worth stealing either; during our long hot summers our house door was seldom closed and it was never locked.
Horace Bachelor of Keynsham, Bristol used to be on the radio pushing his treble chance winning method (pools) and it was every parents dream of winning the treble chance jackpot of £75,000.
My father used to arrive home from a day down the pit and we 4 kids would be put in a bedroom whilst he got cleaned up in a tin bath in front of the coal fire.
Kids would play out happily without fear of being run over or molested and all neighbours would be friendly and help each other.
The local policeman was highly respected as were doctors; the hospitals were places where you went in with a serious illness and came out cured unlike now when you go into hospital with a minor complaint and could come out in a box.
All the kids suffered the same illnesses but we each had a good immune system due to our living conditions. The outside toilet round the back of the cottages was a real joy to visit mid winter.
We were never ever bored; graffiti hadn't been invented and human rights were the law courts. A life sentence meant the life of the person convicted and no time off for good behaviour. Drink driving was so rare I never heard of it.
Schooling was hard but fair; the only way to get teachers off your back was to learn and be seen to be learning.
I'm rambling but it's too cold to play out today in the garage and I'm having a rest after my endeavours with the leaking drains. Now what was this thread about?
Kind regards, Col.
Happiness is a wreck of a cabinet to restore.
