Posted on behalf of Christine Nicholls.Memories of Country dancing. "Come on you lot, some of you must remember Miss Pye's class and the country dancing with the may pole with ribbons attached. We all held a different coloured ribbon and had to weave in and out of each other. We skipped round in a circle going under or over the other kid's ribbons so that the ribbon would end up in a neatly coloured pattern round the pole at the end of the Dance - except that we had to stop at least half a dozen times because the music came from a tall square wooden record playing piece of furniture that took three kids and Miss Pye to carry it out into the playground. It worked by winding a handle up on the side, and it kept running down so that the music got slower and slower. Miss Pye would put on a spurt and run as best she could across the playground to wind it up again because if it stopped, then so did we! The other time we stopped dancing was when our ribbons got all tangled up when one kid went over instead of under and that put everyone else out of synch until we all ended up in a big heap with ribbons tied all round us whilst Miss Pye looked over the top of her glasses and said 'Right, lets try again shall we?'
I so remember that record player stopping, kids today would laugh at our humble beginnings at school, but they were the best days of our lives at that little School, can only compare it to the Little House on the Prairie!
Burnham on sea, what comes to mind?Wooden canvas camp beds, with one single sheet, doubled over to make two, with a blanket on top. In the middle of the night, when the sheet had wrinkled up and ended around your ankles, there was the excruciating pain of your sore and sunburnt back making contact with the canvas camp bed. The Calamine lotion that you had been smothered with the night before had no effect at all. The next morning came the seizing up. At breakfast we had a competition to see whose back had been burnt the most and whose was peeling the most. As for a suntan, what was that? We had never heard of that, ‘ha, ha.’ We were all as red as lobsters, peeling like crazy, but with the biggest smiles you have ever seen on our faces, we were on our way to the beach once again.
Who remembers the Burnham mud - remember us covering ourselves in mud, we so enjoyed doing it, was worth worth the telling off we got, we all had to make our way to the sea to clean up, it seemed forever walking to the sea as the tide had gone out, think that was our bath for the day as well! I recall being tucked in that camp bed so tight that I could turnover, they were happy times for us kids, a whole 2 weeks of sand, sun and donkey rides but not forgetting the usual trip to Sunday morning service at St.Andrew's church.
Home Made Sweet ShopOn Saturday morning, we were given our pocket money by Sister Lydia. You were given 1d more than your age, so a 6 year old got 7d. Then the sister's would lay out the sweet shop and you had to decide how much you wanted to spend and how much you wanted to save for your Burnham on Sea holiday. Whatever you were going to save, you gave back to the nun and she wrote it in the book. The rest, you could spend on whatever sweets you liked - refreshers, love hearts, ainseed balls, black jacks, fruit salads, sweet cigarettes. Liqourice wheels and snakes, gob stoppers, flying saucers, sugar mice and rice puffs. Of course, you ate all your sweets in one day, so if you got hungry during the week, you had to pick blackberries or wild strawberrys, hazel nuts, elder berries nasturtium leaves or crab apples on your way to school and eat them.
I remember this but the only num I can remember sister mary what years was you there
The trip to The Haven Restaurant (now The Harp Pub)Just reading the above comment from Christine about being hungry brought back memories. On a Saturday two girls would be asked to walk down to The Haven on the seafront to collect the unsold cakes,I was usually one of the girls given this task, we would arrive with our basket which was then laden with so many cream cakes, it was then covered with a tea cloth. On the way walking back we would have a peep at the cakes, we were brought up not to steal and be honest BUT the sight of these cakes was too much of a temptation for us kids, I recall us thinking we will only take one and share it as two might be missed. We would arrive back at St Edith's and leave the basket in the kitchen. I never knew waht happened to these cakes as we never saw them, one assumed that the Sisters had somekind of Aunt Sally teaparty and ate them all.In recent times when holidaying in Clevedon with Sister Lydia I decided to come clean about stealing the cake, something that had always bothered me, I started off mentioning to her back collecting the cakes and she replied "oh yes those cakes, we used to give them to the chickens" I said "the chickens" I wish I had have known that as I would have eaten 3 or 4. We did laugh when I said I thought all the Sisters ate them in secret not wanting to share them with us. I was always so hungry as I didn't like much of the food, hated greens,roe, macoroni,dripping and fatty meat, the fruit was home grown gooseberry's and raspberry's think they need some sugar on them as they tasted so sharp, love the School dinners though, I became a monitor so got two helpings of pudding.Linda