Today is the tenth anniversary of my father’s death. This photo was taken in 1982. He was a sprightly 63. Kasia was one and a bit. I am showing you this photo because it brings back so many memories. We were living in the flat above my godfather’s accountancy office which he rented out to […]Read Post ›
Happy birthday, Ciocia. Today you would have been 89. Aged about 2, in Lwów. Today’s date will stick in many Londoners minds, because of the London bombings 20 years ago. I remember the day well because I had taken some children on a school trip, and we were supposed to come back to school by […]Read Post ›
I left Sheffield in July 1978 after I finally finished my final teaching practice, and felt that my life was over. Little did I know that it was only just beginning, but I was sad, bereft, and dreading the future. What I really wanted was another gap year, to find myself as they say, but […]Read Post ›
from KM What do you remember about your very first day in the classroom? My first proper teaching job, with a proper contract was in Esher College. I’ve written fairly recently about my interview there, and how surprised I was to get the job. But that hurdle over, my Head of Department, Helena Fotherby, then […]Read Post ›
Have I said I always wanted to be a teacher? Many times, I hear you mutter. So boring, never wavering, always on about education.Et cetera, et cetera. Well, now is the time to admit, that isn’t entirely true. I’ll try and explain. In June 1976 I finally obtained my degree by the skin of my teeth from […]Read Post ›
Did you know I like reading? You probably are aware, as I seem to have been defined for most of my life as a bookworm, booklover, avid or voracious reader, etc etc. (Just quoting from memory from old school reports. They made their mark!) Anyway it is true, and over the years many people, family, […]Read Post ›
This January my youngest daughter invited me to go to Barcelona for a couple of days so we could spend some quality time together, and sample some of the many delights of the city. We had a wonderful time, and I reminisced a lot, as I had been several times before and loved it every […]Read Post ›
What is this ugly thing? You may well ask; I had to ask myself the same thing when I found it last week. But then I saw Mrs Washington’s handwriting, and it all came back to me. Mrs W, from Marlborough School, my teacher for the whole four years, was very ken=en on handicrafts. She […]Read Post ›
St Augustine’s Priory. Form III. The first year of senior school. It would be year 7 these days. I had just arrived, and was settling in to the boarding system, just about, but the classroom was another kettle of fish. Luckily I didn’t find any of the work at all difficult (apart form PE and […]Read Post ›
The attic yielded many finds last week. This was one of the best. I really wanted to find this article two years ago, for the 70th jubilee of the coronation (Queen Elizabeth’s, of course), as I was born in 1953. My father must have bought these reins that year, ready for me when I eventually […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 