I was at Westbrook House in the early 60s.
Please find attached some photos taken at that time. Yours truly is in the
middle of the tableau on the bottom. Professor Mallard was definitely a huge
positive influence during my time there. The rest not so much.
I have one or two anecdotes if
you are interested.
I see no mention of Mr Nash, I do
not remember what he taught I just remember he had been in a Japanese
prisoner of war camp and was definitely mentally scarred. Mr. Nash was fearful,
had a stutter and unable to control a class room. I felt very sorry for him and
over the years have thought about him and how nasty we were.
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On Tue, Jul 3, 2012 at 9:13 AM, Lynette Clayton wrote:
Hi again. All these photos and the ones before were taken in 1963/64, and also the next batch.
I am happy for you to put any you choose on to the Website.
am sorry it took me so long to find them. I have had to transpose them from old transparencies so some are a bit rough.Lynette
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!
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
I hope they may bring
back some happy memories and not too many horrid ones.
Best wishes - Lynette
Please click here for the PHOTOS.