Dear Tavernes,
I was fascinated to read your story, so Knutsford St was locally known as Nutty Hill, and what a hill it was. Some of the older people had great difficulty walking up it from Mary Street to the Chapel. If you look on page 1 I have written what I know about the company name, but really now cannot recall it. I have also lost contact with the Coopers. The two sons David and Roger should still be alive aged about 70, but I have no idea where.
The fuzzy felt things you write about were called Flannel Graphs, and these were used in the primary class, which was held in the room on the front left of the main hall. I was in that class in 1950, but in 1951 I moved into the 1[SUP]st[/SUP] class of Boys in the main hall.
It made me sad and ashamed to read the last part of your story, I knew that a minimum number of attendances were required to get a prize, but only have a vague memory that this was also true of the Christmas Party. I can understand how your Dad felt. Rules were harsh in those days it would seem. The teachers of the Primary Class were my Aunts Mrs G and Miss K Timms. Aunt Gwen led the class and told the stories and Aunt Kate helped with the children. (There photos are on earlier pages.)
Lots of children loved coming, I remember on the day of the last Sunday School in 1966, when the church closed and was soon demolished, together with the whole area, none of the children wanted to go home, they could not believe Sunday School had closed, however they were soon relocated to various parts of Birmingham.
I now live in Australia.
Brian