Photo-a-Day (Friday, 22nd March, 2019)
Old St Georges school
What a attractive looking building. Hope it is still intact !
my junior school 1951 onwards, Mr Spencer was headmaster, brilliant school, so many memories,
An example of how old period buildings of this calibre can be used for other than its original purpose. No longer a school but a Nursing Home I believe.
This building must have looked massive when it was surrounded by little terraced houses, George Formby would have been able to see from his backyard in Westminster street
My school until 1952. Hundreds of us and no bullying whatsoever that I ever noticed. Mind you that word was never used anyway.
Hi Pauline , you are so so lucky ! That’s how it goes, some children have wonderful
school days , free from bullying . Mine, was the opposite , and had a huge impact not only on my school life but my adult life as well. Johnny , on the previous page mentioned a AK47 . I would not think twice with my bully . And neither , would those like me . Sadly , like everything , it remains something like it’s just part of life , part of childhood and growing up . When in fact it is a world of extreme fear and pain, that changes you forever . Believe me!, You remember growing up , when the code was ,
do not snitch ? Think about it !
Education? What education! I was only looking for doors ...!
My greatest sadness is , some poor sod , somewhere , is going through the same
experience as me . My heart and soul bleeds for them . Sorry to be so depressing,
but truth is a paint that does not fade ..
I bet your'e barrel of laughs at a party.
My Dad went to that school, live in Crawford Terrace you could see the school from grans back door.
Xpat,I feel so sorry for you,some years ago my eldest lad was being bullied at School by a big boy he said,I was pregnant with my youngest at the time...off I went to the School and my Son pointed out the boy who was bullying him..he was about fourteen years old compared to my ten year old.I went to the headmaster and all he said was "Well,you see it's like this this boy's parents are in prison and we like to think that we are helping",my reply was "Very nice at my Sons expense"I told him that if he wasn't prepared to do anything then I was taking my son out of his School to which he said "I'm afraid you can't do that unless you're about to move house or it's mid term,so I told him that we had just moved house and it wasn't mid term and walked out with my Son.
It must be awful for a child to be full of fear going to School..my Sons friend told me about the bullying..it's such a shame that you or no one else told your parents,please don't let it spoil the rest of your life..they've won if you do.
Peebee..who let you in...don't be so rude and uncaring..you sound like a bundle of laughs yourself.
Sometimes it could be a teacher who was a 'bully' not physically but mentally. I bet there was quite a few of them if you look back at schooldays. I remember one in particular with her withering glances and unkind remarks, she could strike fear in you. She didn't have to lay a hand on you. She had her favourites. Everybody in the class was scared of her. There was good and bad teachers then. It's gone to the extreme nowadays as they don't seem to have any authority.
The nun that was over us girls could put the fear of God in you..someone once wrote on WW.."My hands are shaking just typing her name"...anybody that went to St Josephs will know exactly who I mean.
Maureen: it wasn't the nuns at St Pat's who were unkind. It was a was a teacher who could be vicious- I thought she looked down on us - especially the poorer girls. In a way we did better at lessons in her class than any other. All from fear- I have always written naturally with a slight slant to the right, but in her class we had to write her way or woe betide! She was away from school for a few weeks one time , I reverted to writing how I always have and she nearly wiped the floor with me when she got back!
Thanks Maureen , means a lot.
Unlike you , some people won’t even try to understand, they see the world just black and white . Your depth as a person shines through . May God Bless you .
Peebee , I am not the misery you think . I became highly successful in life but wanted to share my experience with others to show they are not alone . What happens to us in childhood, sticks ! It stays in our memories
throughout our lives , good or bad . My experience had a huge impact on my life but I overcame it and grew as a person , it made me stronger . We are made by experience,
these are our memories.
John Banks who was your dad I lived in Crawford Terrace and went to St Georges.
Sad to think that some of the boys and girls who went to this school are now residents in the care home it now is.