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Harry lucas school

hi peg off the top of my head i think that was taken mid to late 60s...a kellys look up will tell you how long T COX was there..for those who do not know this when you have clicked on the photo to enlarge it click on the arrow at the top right of the pic it should go full screen...if you go to the farm st thread there are a load more photos to look at
 
Hi Peg when I started HLS I had already done my first year at Bartley Green Grammar School which was decided after 1 year it was far too far for me to go to so I actually should have been in second year but as it was new school I had to do my first year over again. I remember documenting all the books in the library. I did sing Hiawatha at the Town Hall but cant remember the exact year it must have been 58-61.
 
At last............ Thank you so much for the photograph Peg. I remember the filming of the 'Bicycle Thief' - if I remember correctly I was in 1-1 or 2A? I have memories of Mr Jones on the roof of the boys toilets filming the chase. Once again thank you so much for unearthing the 'Holly Grail'..........

As i rember it, the only amendment to your plan of the school upper floor is that the science lab was on the opposite side to that shown as it was next to the staff room. The D.S room was directly above the art room.

Thanks Mabz
Hi folks, Mabz and myself did not have a meeting of minds on the layout of the first floor addition to the school and with no further recollections forthcoming there couldn't be a majority vote to decide. I've amended the plan so we are both right and uploaded Issue 2 to my original posting on 9 January 2017.
Regards,
Peg.
 
Hi Peg when I started HLS I had already done my first year at Bartley Green Grammar School which was decided after 1 year it was far too far for me to go to so I actually should have been in second year but as it was new school I had to do my first year over again. I remember documenting all the books in the library. I did sing Hiawatha at the Town Hall but cant remember the exact year it must have been 58-61.
Hi Carolina, If you and I are talking about appearing in the same Town Hall event it must have been 61 or 62 because I started the school in 60 and I know it was not during my first year. I have to confess to having no recollection of the Song of Hiawatha but having said that it was quite an extensive program of songs and the only one I can remember for sure is the Viking Song which begins Clang Clang on the Anvil....... I also remember the choir was huge, it filled the stage and I was high up at the very back.

Regards,
Peg.
Must View (Carolina in action)!:
https://birminghamhistory.co.uk/forum/index.php?threads/peg-monkey-cartoons.48101/#post-599473
 
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Peg I love it.

I would have left Easter 1961 if that helps to narrow it down. There are various poems and songs on youtube for Hiawatha.
 
ha ha peg a very funny post which has bought to mind something similar that happened to me although not in woodwork...lozells girls school...pottery lesson which we took at burlington st school (pottery classroom still there)..slapped the clay on the wheel and peddled like billyo to turn it...way too fast and the clay spun off the wheel and went flying in all direction of the classroom..:D happy days

lyn
Hi Lyn,
See my "Antics of A Demented Lozells School Potter" in the my Cartoons thread.
Regards,
Peg.
 
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ha ha peg..im in stitches....are you sure you were not there at the time:D

lyn
Hi Lyn, I'm pleased you approve; did any of your works of art survive into old age to take pride of place on your mantlepiece?
As for my relationship with a potters wheel, it's one of tragedy and despair. First and foremost I believe I suffered with Potter's Elbow, it's incurable and invariably terminal (for the pot that is). I think I'm right in saying that HLSS only had one wheel, so at best you got about 2 hours on it each term. My potting usually failed at one of the three main stages: It was very rare I got the lump of clay in the centre of the wheel, on the few occasions that I did, I then went on to produce a pot with walls that were so thin it usually crumbled like a power station cooling tower being demolished; but if the pot did survive that stage I then wrecked it freeing it from the wheel with the cheese wire.
Ah! Happy days!
Regards,
Peg.
 
no peg nothing survived...i was put on double cookery lessons after that and i did not fair much better at that:D same with needlework..at that age i just was not the domestic type of girl..too much of a tom boy more suited to climbing trees and getting stuck up them..very happy days indeed:)

lyn
 
Memoirs of an HLSS would-be guitar player
Hi folks, does anyone remember the name of the music teacher who was certainly in-post years 1964 and 65? Bearded, favouring cords and a rider of a Francis-Barnet motor cycle he was a superb Spanish classical guitar player. I remember, vividly, listening to him play during lunchtimes, in the artroom, whilst Mr Jones, artmaster, captured him in oils.
(This inspired me to to want to learn to play the guitar, but when after 2 years I hadn't progressed beyond page 3 of Burt Weedon's iconic guitar instruction book Play in a Day I was forced to conclude I didn't have a natural talent).
Regards,
Peg.
 
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Peg I love it.

I would have left Easter 1961 if that helps to narrow it down. There are various poems and songs on youtube for Hiawatha.
Hi Carolina, that means you left March-April, whilst it's possible 61 was the year I appeared at the town hall it's doubtful, which suggests the event was staged more than once, which surprises me because it was such a lavish affair. I should really know why the funds were raised but unfortunately I don't.
Regards,
Peg.
 
no peg nothing survived...i was put on double cookery lessons after that and i did not fair much better at that:D same with needlework..at that age i just was not the domestic type of girl..too much of a tom boy more suited to climbing trees and getting stuck up them..very happy days indeed:)

lyn
Lyn, I'm sure your scones were in a class of their own!
Regards,
Peg
 
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We did Pied Piper at Oozells Street as well.
Rats rats we must get rid of the rats they eat our food and kill our cats we must get rid of the rats.
Hi Carolina, which part did you play?
Oozells Street? If I remember correctly The Birmingham Battalion Boys' Brigade HQ was in that road; so what? Well the Ist A Birmingham Company The Boys' Brigade (the oldest company in Birmingham) was for a time based at Harry Lucas School.
Regards,
Peg.
 
Is there only me still around who went to Burbury Street School?
Hi Mike, sorry can't answer your question, but you, being on the inside, might be able to throw some light on why the school was called Burbury Street; as far as I know there was no geographical connection between the school and that road, not even an entrance. I know Burbury Street was the official address (Farm Street was already taken) and that being the case the school must have been one of the few buildings that was not located at its address.
Regards,
Peg.
 
peg my feeling is that it was named burbury st school simply because burbury st was the nearest st to it...bet it would have been called farm st school had the name not already been taken and i still cant work out why farm st school was not called villa st school because all there was was a gate in farm st which led to one of the playgrounds...very strange:rolleyes:
 
peg my feeling is that it was named burbury st school simply because burbury st was the nearest st to it...bet it would have been called farm st school had the name not already been taken and i still cant work out why farm st school was not called villa st school because all there was was a gate in farm st which led to one of the playgrounds...very strange:rolleyes:
Hi Lyn,
I've just used your map to remind myself of the Farm St School area, I see what you mean, by not calling Farm St School Villa Street School it upset the apple cart. Ah well! one thing is for certain the people who chose the names are long, long, long since gone!
Coming back to your map, I was reminded of one of my regular lunch time haunts namely the cafe at the junction of Farm Street and Bridge Street West. HLSS had no kitchen so meals were shipped in each day in big containers, it doesn't sound very appealing but in truth the meals were excellent, they cost a shilling a day including desert (5p in modern money) and you could purchase 1-5 tickets I usually purchased 4 because I didn't like the salad meal (nothing wrong with I just didn't do salads in those days) so on that day I sort alternative dining arrangements which was usually, a bag of chips from the chippy in John St. West or a Bar 6, apple and blackberry pie and a bag of crisps from the shop corner Burbury St and Farm St or an egg sandwich from the cafe mentioned above (which also cost a shilling).
If I remember correctly the school meal cost a shilling a day for my entire stay of 5 years at the school, inflation must have been invented later!
Regards,
Peg.
 
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Peg I was just in the crowd shouting - rats rats (x 3) we must get rid of the rats, they chase our dogs and killed our cats.
 
have to admit peg i had school dinners a few times and i loved them...would this be your cafe..farm st school visible on the left

lyn

farm st school,,.jpg
 
Peg I was just in the crowd shouting - rats rats (x 3) we must get rid of the rats, they chase our dogs and killed our cats.
Hi Carolina, I find it difficult to believe you didn't have a starring role (at the very least a rat), obviously the director didn't know talent when he/she saw it. I know what it is like to be passed over (a flicker in the crowd scene, as the song goes)- fancied playing Joseph in my first year's production of the Nativity (term commencing Set 60) managed to get Shepard no. 2, which has led me to another flashback, I hadn't realised how heavy the stage make-up had been applied until I got home that evening and looked in the mirror, the reason I was getting so many funny looks on the bus ride home was suddenly explained!
I've just thought of another play where I did have a starring role, it was Widdicomb Fair, staged in my final year at Farm St School, which I actually spent at Friends Hall because of over-crowding. I remember nothing of the plot; in the preliminary castings everybody was getting parts except me - I thought I was going to miss-out, couldn't get my hat on when I was told I was to play the heart-throb hero soldier, I thought after that girls would be falling at my feet, not so, I'm afraid. Ah well! That's life.
Regards,
Peg.
 
Well Peg as you are forthcoming with all your mishaps I have to now admit I had my prefect badge taken off me. The reason - it was Christmas time, some good looking builders on site (one in particular). Someone shouted Miss Cadman is coming I ran at the back of a shed to get away but my gondola basket got caught and so I was trapped. Well it was the season of goodwill to all builders!
 
Well Peg as you are forthcoming with all your mishaps I have to now admit I had my prefect badge taken off me. The reason - it was Christmas time, some good looking builders on site (one in particular). Someone shouted Miss Cadman is coming I ran at the back of a shed to get away but my gondola basket got caught and so I was trapped. Well it was the season of goodwill to all builders!
Hi Carolina, the punishment sounded very harsh, detention would have been more appropriate (especially if the builder was still working!) Was he working on the new toilet blocks? I estimate they were built in '61. What was in your gondola basket that you couldn't abandon it?
As for my part I was a slow starter romantically, although it didn't take me long (It was in my first year) before I became increasingly aware of the attractions of the older woman (that was every girl in the second year and above, including the odd teacher): experienced, enigmatic, charismatic, shapely.....(although, of course I didn't know the meaning of most of those words then!), anyway, fast-forwarding to my fourth year, there was a petite brunette in the fifth year (a prefect) who caught my attention, she would be on duty in the main hall (administering warnings to anyone who tried to take a short cut instead of going around the perimeter) and would witness the approach of me and my three associates with trepidation; without checking our pace, and with scant regard for her status, we would scoop her up and carry her to the far end of the hall, where she was released to return to her duties; after this had happened 2 or 3 times her struggling and complaining had become imperceptible. Somehow we never ended up on report.
Anyway, I detected some chemistry flowed between us but (always guilty of over-planning) before I realised what was happening she left. Ah well that's life, as one astute philosopher once penned,
Honed by the sands of time I am a different man to yesterday and will be different again tomorrow.
Regards,
Peg.
 
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Hi Lyn, that's the one! Fantastic! Thanks! A yearning for an egg sandwich has suddenly developed.
(I've looked for the cafe name, if there is one I can't make it out).
Regards,
Peg.

no peg i cant see a name for the cafe either...hope you made that egg sarnie:D

lyn
 
Memoirs of an HLSS would-be guitar player
Hi folks, does anyone remember the name of the music teacher who was certainly in-post years 1964 and 65? Bearded, favouring cords and a rider of a Francis-Barnet motor cycle he was a superb Spanish classical guitar player. I remember, vividly, listening to him play during lunchtimes, in the artroom, whilst Mr Jones, artmaster, captured him in oils.
(This inspired me to to want to learn to play the guitar, but when after 2 years I hadn't progressed beyond page 3 of Burt Weedon's iconic guitar instruction book Play in a Day I was forced to conclude I didn't have a natural talent).
Regards,
Peg.
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Mr pwee if you did somthing wrong he grab hold of your sideburns and stand you up. who remenbers alan brisco hitting him
 
Mr pwee if you did somthing wrong he grab hold of your sideburns and stand you up. who remenbers alan brisco hitting him
Hi John, welcome to the Forum.
I don't remember the teacher as the sort that might attract a violent action, was Brisco expelled?
Regards,
Peg.
 
Hi John, welcome to the Forum.
I don't remember the teacher as the sort that might attract a violent action, was Brisco expelled?
Regards,
Peg.
he had the cane from Mr Walker till his hand was bleeding his dad came round to the school, and there was a minor punch up in the play ground
 
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