All Saints
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Hi I was at All saints, but i left a little after you (1981)
But what kind of holes did you want filling, i might know some bits of the place.. plus it`d be interesting to know what the place was like then compared to now.
Hope you get all your holes filled.
But what kind of holes did you want filling, i might know some bits of the place.. plus it`d be interesting to know what the place was like then compared to now.
Hope you get all your holes filled.
Names are holes. Faces, they are there, animated most of the time. Smells, sounds, textures, even the tastes of school dinners with the ubiqitous boiled cabbage. But the names, they escape; they probably live in some inefficient part of the memory.......And what was the place like: inkwells, blotting paper, papier mache, a gramaphone playing 78 rpm records for the obligatory dance class ..... a differnt world, eh. "Eh" is Canadian, eh.
Notice was a year since you asked this question Cannuck so not sure if you are still on line, etc.
Re: the above site that entwisi mentioned, there are 4 names appearing:-
John Stanley Collier (Satch) no information recorded.
Carole Cooper . no information recorded
Barbara Black .. Living in Bournemouth, owned her own business.
Judith West ... Living in Kent.
Hope this helps to jog a few memories.
My own connection with All Saints is that my ex. would have left in '55 so there same time as yerself.
Daughter left '76
Son left '93
Grandaughter left 2000
Kate >> xx
Actually no ... just asked a couple of days ago ... and I remeber them all ... I know that John Stanley Collier went by Stan ... and damn there's the door bell, with my luck it's the JWs
Sorry Kate .... it was the JWs, I managed to convince them I was a sunni muslim ... Thnks for the info. It's amazing how the names bring back the faces and even the voices. All four of them ... the only one I'm not 100% about is Judith ... were in my class from Kindergarten on. Or is it infant? Ah well, a rose etc. So you're ex would have been two years ahead of me. Who was he; I might have known him too. Eric Slater.
Will P.M. you Eric ... think my ex joined this site about a year hence, entered one post and then scarpered, could be he picked up on who I was ...
Are we talking about All Saint Primary in Clayton? I left there in 1972, Mr. Bradshaw was the headmaster then - lovely man. Also remember Mrs Booth, the sewing teacher, I was useless but she was very patient, so much so that is was a shock when I went to secondary school and was told repeatedly that I was useless 
Are we talking about All Saint Primary in Clayton? I left there in 1972, Mr. Bradshaw was the headmaster then - lovely man. Also remember Mrs Booth, the sewing teacher, I was useless but she was very patient, so much so that is was a shock when I went to secondary school and was told repeatedly that I was useless
Bradshaw was a good guy. He started as head in '56 I believe.
Yes, he was Eric, was there during my children's days, but retired possibly around '91 ? Very approachable not like the one who took over from him .. always felt up his own kudos somehow, however, think he has done good things for the school, so may be a little unfair.
Wow, all those years ... is the school in the same old building? Do they still get those half days off for all kinds of church "stuff," do people still call it "All Sinners," and is ther honey still for tea?
Here I am forgetting my manners ... thanx ... I tried this .... a lot of fun and a lot of goads to the old memory. Thanx again.
Oh yes. And I think it was Miss Pilkington. She was nice, her sister who taught the top form was spawned in hell. Well almost. One thing that stands out, and I've no idea why, and my shrink is too stoned to elucidate, is that in the stormy season, the morning hymn was always for "those in peril on the sea." That and the chalk dust. Maybe senility is setting in.
Hope so.Mrs Scambler was still there when I started in 1965, she was one of my favourites. I also liked Mrs Bracewell, although she could be a bit scary, she always found time last thing on a Friday to tell us a story & pretended she shouldn't be doing it. She'd shut the classroom door, put her finger to her lips and whisper 'not a word to the vicar'
"Watch with mother," my god, I go all the way back to "Listen with mother."