This morning as I was thinking, and after I'd put the shoe polish in the fridge, I realised it wouldn't be easy to write much.

Glenmore Road Public School? Ahh yes - I remember it well. I really don't!! I mean it was in 1934 for me. Phew!! Was it really??

I was about six years old I think, crying of course, and thoroughly intimidated by what was to me then, all the big buildings. Will they still look that big?

There was a large quadrangle in which we assembled and sang, loudly, our own versions of God Save The King and Rule Britannia. What do they sing now?

At the back? What a favourite place. Big, graceful, friendly, shady, sweet-smelling peppercorn trees and seats - rows of them. Wonder where all the little bums that sat on them are now?

No canteen in those days. Doorstep sandwiches from home - and they were good too! Our treat at playtime (little lunch today) were freebie, little, fat bottles of warm milk with silver tops that the birds had usually pecked holes in. This was provided to all schoolkids by the Government. We helped ourselves from the crates that the milko used to leave under the trees. No fridges in those days - we had ice-boxes - but that is another story!

I stayed until sixth class. Good times, good friends and good, dedicated teachers. Many years later, as fate would have it, my own beautiful daughter was enrolled as a "newie" at my old learning ground, though only for a short period. What about that?

Good fortune Glenmore Road. I'll come back again soon and visit.

My head may have misplaced a few memories but my heart is full to overflowing.

Arthur Hewey







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