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| The Front Door 44 Derngate |
Main school finally released us from the dreaded hats! It
was a big change for us and the school buildings felt very big and confusing.
Through the lower part of the school there were two forms per year group with
about twenty five pupils in each form, but when we got to main school there
were three forms per year group with about thirty pupils in each form. Our
numbers were swelled by pupils from county schools who had passed their eleven
plus exam and gained a place at the school under the government direct grant
scheme. Much to my relief I was not able to sit the eleven plus because I lived
in the borough, I don’t know if the borough had already abandoned the eleven
plus or if those who passed were sent to a different school, but only county
pupils came to our school.
Platform shoes were in fashion at that time and I’d had my
first pair of shoes with a (very small) platform the previous year when I was a
Towerfield pupil. I had a new pair of shoes for the start of the new term in
main school, they had a slightly higher platform and I was very pleased with
them but I was less pleased with the rest of my uniform. My mum had made sure
that I had everything I needed for school; during the holidays we’d made our
usual trip to Sanderson’s and I had endured the usual ordeal of trying on
countless garments to ensure that I had sufficient room for growth. I had two new skirts, white blouses, two
jumpers, a new blazer and a new winter coat as well as an aertex shirt, wrap
over skirt and a track suit for PE, all with neatly sewn name tags. At the time
I had no idea how expensive the uniform must have been or how much time it must
have taken my mum to sew all those name tags into my clothes, I must have
seemed so ungrateful. When the term
started one of the new girls called Sally had a lovely fashionable skirt with a
hemline a couple of inches below the knee.
I longed to have a skirt like hers, but I knew that it would be ages
before I grew out of my new skirts. I had to wait a whole year before I was
allowed to buy a more fashionable skirt for school.
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| Dunlop Blue Flash |
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| Slide Rule |
As well as the new items of uniform, my kit list included a
hockey stick, hockey boots and a tennis racket (with cover and press), so after
our trip to Sanderson’s we went to Collins Sports shop in Gold Street to buy
the sports equipment. I wonder if my mum knew what a waste of money they would
prove to be, I was absolutely useless at tennis and I detested hockey. There
was one other item of essential equipment that we had to buy, a slide rule for
maths lessons. It was very well made and it came in a rigid plastic case. I
liked maths a lot better than sport and I became quite fond of my slide rule.
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| The School Gates |
Each morning we would enter the school through the big blue
double gates on Derngate and walk down the ramp into the cloakrooms which
seemed to be under the school. Mr Powell who taught Biology was my Upper Third
teacher; our classroom was the Biology Lab at the top of the science block
which was a modern building on the Albion Place side of the school grounds. At
the back of the room there were glass fronted cabinets with assorted specimens
preserved in jars. We got plenty of exercise going up and down stairs and
walking to and from the various school buildings for our lessons, but it wasn’t
a hardship we just got on with it. We had so much to learn, there were stairs
for going up and not down and vice versa, there were doors which we were not
allowed to use and there was a lawn which we were forbidden to walk on, but we
soon got used to the school routines. Like most pupils I was afraid of Miss
Lightburn our headmistress, and in awe of her deputy Miss Harrison, but I can
honestly say that I only remember one teacher being unkind and unfair, and she
didn’t last very long.
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| The School Hall |
We had prayers every morning in the assembly hall; it was a
very formal event. When we had all filed into the hall Miss Lightburn entered
through the glass doors at the back of the hall and walked briskly to the stage
with the head girl trotting along behind her. We usually began with a hymn, my
favourites were ‘Oh Jesus I have promised’ and ‘When a knight won his spurs in
the stories of old’. Then there would be a Bible reading a few words from Miss
Lightburn and a prayer. At that point the glass doors at the back would be
opened and the late comers would file in (trying not to notice Miss Lightburn’s
disapproving stare) before the notices were read.
In the Lower Fourth we discovered the pleasures of Latin
with Mr McNicholas, he was as tall as Mr Powell was short, and he was
exceptionally clever, I liked him but I wasn’t so sure about Latin. The stories
about Caecilius and his family in our Latin text books didn’t really interest
me, they seemed to be mostly about slave girls, werewolves and a dog called
Cerberus. The Lower Forth also brought us the joys of Domestic Science lessons,
definitely not my favourite part of the week. The Domestic Science Room was
below the Art Room in the Cripps Block - a modern uninspiring building in the
lower part of the school grounds near Victoria Promenade. It was torture to me
to be so close to the Art Room as I would much rather have been in an art
lesson. Domestic Science was unbelievably boring and when we were allowed to
cook we were forced to make things that we would never eat and never cook
again. One of the first things we cooked was Eggs Mornay, my family were used
to good plain food, not ‘messes up stuff’ as my grandmother would have called
it. I also recall making lemon curd; I have never made it again since then.
Thankfully we made choices about our O Level subjects at the end of the Lower
Forth and I dropped my least favourite subjects, Chemistry and Domestic
Science. Oddly I quite liked Physics and Biology but I hated Chemistry.
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| The back of 44 Derngate |
My Upper Fourth
classroom was the Geography room, a bright airy room in the main school building
with French doors leading out to the garden. I remember that one day I
accidentally stapled my thumb during a Geography lesson, but I was so afraid of
Mrs Durham our Geography teacher that I chose to suffer in silence with the
staple stuck in my thumb rather than admit that I had been fiddling with my
stapler. I later found that Mrs Durham had a very kind heart.
It was during our
Upper Forth year that some of the girls began to have boyfriends and to go to
discos. Looking back I think some of the girls who had come from mixed primary
schools were a lot more comfortable with boys than those of us who had attended
a single sex school since we were four years old. I had no time for boys, when
I wasn’t at school I spent most of my time riding and taking care of my horse.
I couldn’t see why some of my friends found scruffy lads in smelly Afghan coats
attractive - I had a keen sense of smell and those coats stank, especially if
it had been raining
The Lower Fifth year was wonderful, we had the cellar
classroom, I loved that room, it was tucked away beyond our cloakrooms at the
end of a gloomy corridor, it felt almost dungeon like in the corridor, but the
classroom felt special, it was our room tucked away from the hustle and bustle
of the school and no one came to bother us. Mrs Haynes was our class teacher,
she taught one of the less able French groups and I made quite sure that I got
into her group and stayed there, she was a fantastic teacher. Mrs Vestergaard who
was head of French, taught me for the first two years in main school. She was a
very elegant woman and I don’t recall her ever shouting at us or telling us off
sternly, but for some reason I found her terrifying, I didn’t enjoy being in
her French group and I was much happier when I was moved into the other group.
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| Fiona, me, Fiona and Caroline |
The uniform changed slightly at the start of the Lower Fifth
year, we kept our navy skirts but our ties and white shirts gave way to open
neck blue blouses worn with blue jumpers. We also had very nice winter coats. I
was pleased by the change, but the blouse (which had to be bought from
Sandersons) proved very challenging to wear. The blouse had a stiff collar
which was not intended to be worn open without a tie and my short neck made
matters worse, it was a constant battle to prevent the collar from touching my
ears!
I was sad to leave Mrs Haynes and our cellar classroom, but
the Upper Fifth year, spent in one of the mobile classrooms with Miss Williams
was a good experience. The mobile classrooms were fairly new and very pleasant,
tucked away in the beautiful school grounds. I had known Miss Williams since
kindergarten, but I only found out she was human when she was my form teacher -
she was superb. She was a PE teacher with a boundless enthusiasm for sport
(which didn’t endear her to me) but she was also a very good geography teacher,
I enjoyed her lessons and I can still remember many of the mnemonics that she
taught us to help us to remember important information.
I did not enjoy gym and dance lessons because even in the
senior part of the school we had to wear horrible aertex blouses and navy blue
knickers, which made me feel very exposed. For hockey, netball, tennis and
other outdoor games we wore short wrap over skirts. Our playing fields were at
the bottom of Church Way so we were taken there by coach, for hockey in the
winter months and athletics in the summer. It is hard to choose which I liked
least! The worst part of all was that we had to change on the coach in order to
save time, I am sure such things would not be allowed these days. Every item of
clothing and PE kit had to be named with an embroidered name tape sewn on
neatly – a very time consuming job. I don’t remember this being checked at
Spring Hill but further up the school, we had regular inspections to ensure
that all our clothing was labelled.
It is hard to say that I had a favourite teacher, because
there were a number of interesting and inspirational people at the school. I
still remember many of my teachers with affection and gratitude. The
unforgettable Mr Fiddes taught art, he was a very good teacher, I loved his
lessons and I realise now that as well as sharing very sound advice, he taught
us to think for ourselves and to have the confidence to express our
opinions. Miss Elliott-Binns who taught
Divinity (and so much more!) was an amazing lady, she never shied away from
difficult questions and her answers showed surprising insight and understanding.
I remember Father Fred Baker; he was the school chaplain and Rector of St
Edmunds church. He used to take us for very occasional lessons, I am not sure
what for, but I remember he told good jokes and could stand on his head. I
remember Miss Smith who taught English (and despaired of my spelling) because
she introduced us to poets and authors that I still enjoy reading, John
Betjeman, Ted Hughes, James Kirkup, Charles Causley, Saki, E M Forster, Katherine
Mansfield, D.H. Lawrence and many others.
I have so many memories of school life. On Ascension Day we
all walked to All Saints Church for a special service which always included the
hymn 'Praise to the Lord the Almighty the King of Creation'. Every year I
seemed to end up sitting behind a pillar! We had the Gift Service before
Christmas when we all brought toys. For reasons that were never clear to me we
always sang 'O Come all Ye Faithful' in Latin. When the weather was too bad for
us to go outside for games we sometimes played French cricket in the hall and at
the end of term games lessons were abandoned in favour of 'shipwreck’ in the
gym. Another end of term ritual was cleaning our desks, we had to bring in our
own polish and a duster. Perhaps my best memories are of ordinary days, sitting
in the area outside the gym enjoying a hot chocolate from the drinks machine on
a cold day and sitting in a shady spot in the garden on a hot summer day. In my
Upper Fifth Year taking my turn to run the Spine and Jacket book shop at
lunchtimes (under the watchful eye of Mrs Tresias). Most of all I remember the
people, inspirational teachers, the gardener who kept the grounds looking
beautiful, and my friends.
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| The school grounds c1920s were little changed in 1970s |
Derngate was a happy, friendly place, Mr Fiddes once
described it as an ivory tower and of course he was right, but I am grateful
for those years. For me school was a safe, protected and predictable environment
at a time when my home life was dominated by worry and uncertainty. A lot was
expected of us but I think that was a good thing for me, I probably needed to
be pushed in order to do my best, but school wasn’t just about results. I did
better than anyone expected in my exams but more importantly I left school with
a wealth of poetry in my head, passion for history, a love of art, a desire to
read and a need to write, and all those things have remained with me ever
since.
