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kelemvor October 26 2010, 09:14:16 UTC
When I was in first school (early 80s), I remember that certain worksheets were printed into our exercise books by the teacher from a master copy that was purple. It wasn't a photocopy, though. She used to hold it onto the page, and then firmly scrape all down the thing with a large plastic trapezium from the Maths set. It's funny the things that stick in your mind...

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lazy_hoor October 26 2010, 09:18:11 UTC
*Points up*
Have discovered it was a mimeograph! Which makes me feel like an old person. "Eeeeh, back in my day we had mimeographs! And outdoor toilets!"

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kelemvor October 26 2010, 09:31:54 UTC
*Nods*

I think that we had the discount version! We didn't have outdoor toilets, though. Indoor ones, with rolls of greaseproof paper...

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lazy_hoor October 26 2010, 09:33:31 UTC
Yeah, outdoor and greaseproof paper.

Indoor toilets! You're from the south, are you?

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kelemvor October 26 2010, 10:08:45 UTC
Indeed - Home Counties, darling! The parents in Commuter Belt Land wouldn't tolerate outdoor toilets for their offspring! (Mind you, in middle school, I remember that in the third and fourth years (those would be years Six and Seven in counties that aren't Cornwall and Surrey), the boys' toilet was sort of an annex to the main building.)

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lazy_hoor October 26 2010, 10:13:12 UTC
My first school was tiny. Two classrooms - one in an old Victorian building and one in a prefab. Toilets outside down some steps into what appeared to be a dungeon.

Happy days...

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kelemvor October 26 2010, 10:54:06 UTC
We didn't need a dungeon in First School - we had Mrs Craske. Think Zelda from "Terrorhawks" with honey-dyed hair, and you'd be about right.

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lazy_hoor October 26 2010, 10:57:40 UTC
Hahaha, oh god there's a woman on Irish telly who's the spit of Zelda... Can't remember her name though!

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biascut October 26 2010, 13:05:18 UTC
Our village junior school was an old Victorian school, until a new one was built in about 1987. The loos were original, and you had to go out across the playground to them. We're probably the last generation who shudder with recognition when reading Roald Dahl's Boy...

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