I started at St Nicholas school in 1937 at the age of 5. The first class we were in, the teacher wore a long black dress. The cloakroom had beds and we had to have a sleep every afternoon. I went home for my lunch everyday, but most of the other children went home for lunch. When I went into class 2, the teacher was in charge of the whole school and we had very old books (late 18th century). The other year 2 teacher was very attractive, and I remember that my dad really thought she was lovely! I really loved school, particularly history and arithmetic. In the upper school (age 7) I remember an old tin hut in the playground and we had lessons in there. It has been moved from a site in school lane for use at the school as a classroom.
During the war (I was in class 2 – Mr Cadwallander was the Head), when the air raid signal went off I used to go home. But I discovered that those children who stayed at school got under the table and Mrs Cadwallender had a tin of sweets that she used to hand out … and I couldn’t miss that! I remember that, after eating lunch, we were free to go down to Abbey Fields to play without any teacher supervision.
My year 4 teacher ( a male teacher) used to teach my father as well, although in those days boys could leave school at age 12 due to the First World War, and my father did. He then worked on local farms during the war.