I worked at St Chad's on Brearley Street for a couple of terms in 1972. I just visited some friends in Birmingham and they took me to Brearley Street and Icknield Street. So I thought I'd do some research. I recognised so much of what you have said. I remember Mrs Hamilton who was very much respected and liked, I worked with Mr Miskella (big burly kind chap) teaching history and geography, then there was Miss O'Donnell teaching French, I replaced Mr Giaquinto who taught history, and the other Italian teacher Mr Lancelotto. I remember Mr Rowlands with the slight stutter. I remember his compassion in advising me how to deal with a boy who had recently joined the school who had a bad stutter and telling me I was doing the right thing by relaxing and letting the boy take his time to get the words out. Mr Welford who had been there a long time, Mr Winston who as you say was not the nicest, Mr Gollogly the sports teacher, and Mr Cushenan the headmaster. There was also a teacher, possibly his first name was Philip, who was a 5th year class tutor, a little skinny man. Sister Ethna was still referred to.
I was looking at the photo of 4B and wondering if I had taught any of them when they were younger. Names I remember were Paddy Edwards, Benito McCoy, twins Joseph and Mary Concannon, Norma and ?Imogen? Beckford, surname McIlkenny - a little fair-haired boy, and I do wonder about the name Tracy McLoughlin.
And does anyone remember the new (Feb 1972) deputy head whose name I think was Mrs Kelly. Wore cocktail dresses to work - emerald green chiffon and an oyster cream embroidered thing. I don't think anyone had seen anything like it. She kept forgetting where she had left her handbag which the staff thought was unkind in terms of putting temptation in the way of the many pupils who needed money. One day she announced she had sent Paddy Edwards to find it and the next we knew he was in full view of classrooms, out in the yard, skipping around like a little girl carrying the handbag oh so delicately.
I was there just after the Birmingham bombings. I was sitting in on Mr Giaquinto's class when there was an explosion. No-one panicked, they just said Oh well it was a car bomb. How awful that 14 yr olds should not be shaken by an explosion which blew at the windows of the factory opposite. It turned out to be a gas explosion.
Many other memories, like turning up for work and being put straight onto the coach for a school trip to Blackpool.
And one more - I just wish I could remember his name. Mrs Hamilton was helping one of her class with extra reading lessons. He found it so hard to concentrate and was often in trouble. He would sit at the front, where Mrs H had put him, so there was less distraction. One day I was holding a thin exercise book (open) at the front and he started to fidget, so I made little flap in his direction - about a foot away and never going to make contact - the pages of the book flicked and made a loud bang - he jumped and put his hands to his head in surprise, we stared at one another both in surprise - we both knew the book had been nowhere near his head, but the rest of the class thought I'd clobbered him. This enhanced his reputation, and mine (Wow Miss hit him over the head). We neither said anything and he and I shared the secret. One day he confided that he'd never had a house point (now why do I think it was Moore House) and I said if he could get through a class without "breaking out", he could have a point. He did it. Then I didn't have any points (little cardboard tickets) in my pencil case. He was so disappointed and I feared that he wouldn't trust me any more. So I let him write in pencil on the outside of his exercise book "Miss Price owes me a house point". It was real effort of spelling and writing for him, but he managed it with a little prompting. We would rub it out when I gave him his point. Eagle-eyed Mrs Hamilton spotted the writing on the book and asked me about it, I explained that I had given him permission to do it and that he'd pretty well spelt it unaided. She was pleased, but was very clear that it should be rubbed out when I issued the point. Which I did. His first house point. I hope I helped in some tiny way.
And more memories too. The place made an impression on me. I learnt a lot. Many of the pupils had very hard lives. Like I said, I learnt a lot. And it helped me when I ended up working in the East End of London.