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PS: I bought a load of small plastic knitting needles and taught quite a few boys to knit as you can see in the photos. They used to knit their squares in bed in the evening and then put them on a table on the landing. I would collect them each night and put mistakes right and sometimes even having to take the whole thing off the needles and re knit it back to the same point so that they didn't know what I was doing. You can imagine me in my room each night trying to keep up with it all!

Another anecdote for you. There were several sets of brothers at the school during my time. I think it was the Gibb brothers that this story is about. Or it could have been the Jones brothers. The younger brother wore hand-me-down pyjamas from his elder brother. They were pretty worn out by the time he inherited them and Matron and I would carefully repair the trousers each term and each holiday matron would write a letter to his mother asking her to buy him some new ones and she would pack the pyjamas in a bag with the letter in his trunk. Although they were the usual length of trousers, they were far too short for the lad by this time and so thin you could see through them if you held them up to the light. Eventually we could mend them no more so instead of writing yet another note, Matron picked them up and tore the legs off at the knees. 'Now his mother will have to buy him a new pair', said Matron. Next term as we unpacked the trunks we were eager to see a new pair of pyjamas, but no, they came back with what looked like the sleeves of another pair of pyjamas carefully sewn on to the old pair!! You should have seen our faces! We laughed a lot as you can imagine.

I hope they may bring back some happy memories and not too many horrid ones.

Best wishes - Lynette