We all had to attend Mass most mornings, regardless of one’s faith, it always seem so cold early in the morning and I used to feel quite faint from the smell of the incense and especially as it was before breakfast.
Once a week I used to have early morning piano lessons in the Nuns house. My piano teacher used to rap me over the knuckles with a ruler to make me keep my hands up; difficult for my hands were so cold and would not move. The village children used to enter the convent by a small gate in the wall (on the right side of the first photograph) and joined us for lessons.
My mother used to send me, whenever rationing would allow, sweets and biscuits. They were kept in a big red and gold chocolate box. These goodies were kept under lock and key by the nuns and dished out now and then to me as a treat. I guess they figured if I had them in my possession I would down them all in one go… they were probably right!
Now and then the nuns would take us for an outing into the village. On one of this visits I recollect we went on a visit to Jephson Gardens in Leamington Spa, we were taking part in a choir competition. One of the accompanying artists was a very young Benny Hill!!
In 1942 I returned to Birmingham to live again with my parents. I continued my schooling at another Convent, Our Lady of Compassion as a day student. There I remained until I left at the age of 16, and then went out into the wide world as a working girl.