What happy memories I have of my time there, once of course I'd got used to the idea that this was where I was going every day.
The lovely Miss Stringer in Reception who I worshipped, perhaps she realised that I was a stalker in the making because she left the school, I think to emigrate to New Zealand; obviously she felt safe that far away.
Then there was the aptly named Miss Blunt who took the oldest Inant class, she was a pretty scary lady but a great teacher and someone who was determined to ensure that every child in her class would get the best start that she could give them. No flashy whiteboards for us kids in those days, although we did have slates, with one side for written work and the other for calculations. The little box of chalks we each had and the cloth duster were our pride and joy.
Soon it was time to move on to the main Junior school but sadly I don't remember quite as much about my time there. I do have fond memories of Mrs Cropper who promised to take the top performing children out in her car to release the newts we had in the classroom. What excitement for the three or four of us who were lucky enough to go, the very first time that I went anywhere in a car, a little dark green Austin, possibly an A35? The journey was great fun, most of us squashed in the back and one of us sitting on Mrs Cropper's lap in the front seat, while her husband drove. How on earth did we all manage without risk assessments.
Miss Lamb was the silver haired headmistress and I remember going in to her office once, can't remember why but my over-riding memory is of the light streaming through her silver hair from the window behind her desk. I'm sure that I thought she sat at God's right hand.
The playground was of course all boys, the girls were sent to the other half on the Infant side of the shelter, presumably to help to look after the little ones. many more happy memories of a school that gave me such a good grounding and what a sad day when I had to leave when our house was due to be demolished, life was never the same again. I felt such a debt that I did return after I passed the 11+, proudly wearing my King Edwards school uniform just to say a big thank you. Happy days.