Two almost identical Bears.one is about 25 years older than the other, I believe, but both have a very special place in my heart. For many years the younger one and I were inseparable. Everywhere I went, Miś came too. Especially at night time, of course. When I was very small, my father was still […]Read Post ›
I had been taught to say my prayers by my father and loved the bedtime routine. But when I was thrust into the confines of the boarding establishment that was St Augustine’s, night prayers and day prayers and any other time prayers took on a totally different significance. Within a week of being there I had […]Read Post ›
What can I remember? Probably not a lot and I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the actual memories, but I do remember my first form teacher. Mrs Nurse. She was very old and very tall and very grey haired and very nice. She taught my class English. But she was actually a PE teacher, and […]Read Post ›
(Footnote to First Night at St Augustine’s) When I went to Saint Augustine’s, it was a weekly boarding school. My father had wanted me to go to a catholic one and he searched high and low for one that was within a reasonable distance of where he lived, and which was cheap. It was a […]Read Post ›
I have a feeling I have written about this before, but I can’t find it and I don’t know how to use the searches, so here we go again. I wonder how similar this account will be, if I ever find the first one! Now this is a memory that seems to have stayed with […]Read Post ›
I’m afraid I can’t actually remember it. It must have been September 1959. I was just six. I should have been seven, but somewhere along the line I missed a year. I moved up from Marlborough Infants School, putting Mrs Brock and Mrs Edwards safely behind me. A lot of my friends came with me […]Read Post ›
It was Holocaust Memorial Day last week and my son, a teacher was asked to take the school assembly and reflection the meaning of the day. I am unable to embed the Youtube video of Szpilman actually playing the music referred to, but here is a link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9oQEa-d5rU which may work. If you ever saw […]Read Post ›
for the WW Do you even know what that is? I didn’t until fairly recently – they had gone out of fashion before the second world war I believe, and yet I discovered, to my eternal chagrin that I was made to wear one when I first started school. Let me explain. Winter 1958 was […]Read Post ›
One day I was happy standing on a table (the best punishment ever), daydreaming out of the window, and the next day I didn’t have a school to go to. My grandmother had come to collect me with the big box of Black Magic – sadly not for me but my teacher, and then she […]Read Post ›
for KM This is the title of the composition that my teacher daughter has set me, and I have to admit that the very word composition takes me right back to my desk at school, exercise book in from of me, pen in hand, excited by the title I am about to be given. I […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 