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Years later I would become friends with a girl, Michelle, whose father kept a small herd of impala antelope on their property on the flank of that very range of hills. Old Tom would have been pleased. I have a vague recollection of the garden whilst a new glitter-stone swimming pool was constructed. It was mined in terrain near the Zambezi Valley, not far from the northern limit of Lake Kariba and was prized as a material for surfacing swimming pools and patios. Digging the pool had proved to be quite an undertaking since Greystone Park was so named for the prevalence of hard, grey dolerite, an igneous rock that originated from molten material injected as dykes and sills between the older greenstone-type rocks.

The rock was never wasted however, providing the building blocks for stone walls and rockeries. The other thing I remember about the property from a young age were the trees. Far older than any of these recent introductions was an ancient Acacia sieberiana , below the level of the swimming pool. It was a magnificent old tree with twisted limbs as thick as an average tree even at a height of ten metres or more and a huge fissured trunk which hosted a hive of bees for most of my childhood, despite the repeated efforts made by my parents to be rid of them.

The crumbly, flaky bark was always covered in lichen and it flowered once a year in summer; numerous scented, yellow balls constituting the clumps of minute flowers. Later the tree would be covered by irregular, flat woody pods with loosely embedded pale green seeds which would rattle musically when shaken.

Numerous birds would forage in the canopy of that tree and various goshawks and other raptors would alight there from time to time. There was also a line of Eucalyptus gum trees set a little further back in the greenbelt area which had originally been preserved as a bridal path through the northern suburbs. Only many years later would they be felled in the interests of preserving the adjacent wetland area. They were a common plantation species grown throughout the Highveld area of the country for timber. Ben was my earliest friend and the one I would be at school with all the way from infants through to when we finished sixth form prior to university.

His aptitude was for gadgets and devices from a young age but he was academically talented in just about everything he put his mind to. Rob Standsfield was not one for books or learning but he was lean and muscled from a young age and always seemed to have the best selection of BMX bikes. Me and the others found it easy to wind Rob up and unleash his explosive temper, which of course was the whole objective.

He lost his mum to cancer at a young age and he had some very verbal altercation with his father on occasion. I remember going through a face-painting stage which explains our unhealthy pallor. All of us that is except Robbie Taylor pictured here holding Foxie, our fox terrier. I have a clear recollection of Dan and Robbie playing squash naked on his custom-fitted squash court after a dip in his pool, leaving wet footprints on the expensive laminate floorboards. Geoff had made a lot of money as an earthmoving contractor in the region and was one of the first in the neighbourhood to get a satellite dish.

That was before satellite dishes and digital decoders were to become commonplace in the mid to late 90s. Michael, the eldest, seemed to grow up faster than the rest of us. He was an academic high flyer who, after four years of senior boarding school, left to Canada on a scholarship and thereafter a degree at Harvard University no less.

To my mind the results were never made public if the pictures were judged at all and both of us were gutted. Perhaps he had been right, thinking back. I loved collecting things, whether it were bird feathers, cards, stamps, rocks and pebbles, curiosities or Airfix model airplanes.

Maybe it was this propensity for collecting all these things which had drawn criticism from my cousin. My mother was very arts and crafts oriented. She had hosted a play-group in our family garage when we were toddlers; happy days filled with paint and music and toys and all sorts of innocent nonsense. Likewise there were buckets of Lego and building blocks and marbles. Ben was an only child and after his parents split up and his father had moved to the UK he always had the best selection of toys.

Both his parents had struck me, even then, as being rather arty and non-conformist. His father, an architect, had built the most unusual house consisting of a series of interconnected domed rooms with interesting acoustics and their garden was almost completely wild. It was a great place to play games of all kinds and Ben had hosted a memorable birthday party where he and his classmates had battled the length and breadth of the garden for military supremacy.

It was also occupied by numerous unusual rusty metal sculptures his father had welded together from pieces of scrap metal. I remember Keith at those early birthday parties watching proceedings amiably through bespectacled eyes. It was he who had taken Ben and me on our first trout-fishing expedition to the Nyanga National Park, something that would become a favourite holiday past-time growing up.

After he and Barbie had split up he had emigrated and it would be another fifteen years or so before I would see him again. Barbie had continued raising Ben as a single mother with her sometime boyfriend Rob Thompson, another architect, later accompanying us on the trips to Nyanga. Our best achievement in the creative department had been the construction of a four-foot Iguanodon dinosaur out of cardboard boxes and egg cartons and painted green, for a school project.

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There is a picture of Ben and me standing proudly next to the finished article in one of my photograph albums somewhere. Like all children I had loved dinosaurs and loved sketching them as much as I loved sketching birds; an interesting correlation considering the undisputed evolutionary link now established between the two groups. A troop of vervet monkeys had arrived on a foraging expedition and one had given me a tremendous fright when it had strolled casually up to my camp bed and jumped up onto the end of it out of curiosity. It was one of the few National Parks where one was able to camp in an area in the vicinity of big game that included lion, buffalo and elephant, but like many campsites around the country it was the scavengers who proved to be the real nuisance: monkeys, baboons and hyenas.

It was not unusual for a hyena to chomp its way through a cooler box if it thought there was some tasty morsel inside. On that trip one had made a significant dent in a metal food box my parents had borrowed from friends back in Harare in which they had kept some pieces of fresh meat. Although it had not managed to penetrate the sturdy metal shell, the animal had shredded the outer leather padding, which had required replacing back in town, as well as deep scratches inflicted by its bone-crushing jaws in the metal casing itself.

Another trip with the Davison and Hickman families had been to the other side of the country to Gonarezhou National Park. There were also a number of photographs from the Zimbabwe Ruins near Masvingo which we probably visited on the outgoing journey to Gonarezhou or on the return leg. There were occasions when I went with my own family and Dan had come along fishing as well, but it was with Ben and his mum that I went most regularly.

The time that sticks out most vividly was when I got a fly hook embedded in my right index finger after trying to haul a fish onto one of the little wooden Parks rowing boats without a landing net. We had to return to Harare to have it removed by Dr. Years later my mum had extracted the multicoloured fly, a Little Rainbow, from a compartment in her wallet.

I blanched: Could I ever forget? For Grant and Brett, raised in the city of Durban, it had been an eye-popping experience: feeding squirrels and rock dassies by hand and walking amongst impala, zebra, kudu and even the few white rhinoceros. The two older boys had loved it and would talk fondly about it years later.

McIlwaine was a Recreational Park so, unlike Mana Pools, there were no lion, elephant or buffalo and one was free to walk anywhere within the Park. Only the white rhino could potentially maim or even kill. They could make short work of someone if so inclined but it was the black rhinoceros, native to the Zambezi Valley that was by far the more dangerous of the two species.

Here he is outside his little bungalow. One would have no option but to scramble up the nearest tree which usually proved to be covered in thorns, in order to evade the irritable creatures who would stomp around the base snorting and puffing until satisfied that the invader had been repelled. He had even had the head of a black rhinoceros tattooed on his shoulder in green ink in memory of those days.

I saw it whilst staying with him in his little council flat in Plymouth, Devon, a few years back. We had also taken annual pilgrimages to the coastal city of Durban in South Africa. That stretch of coast was referred to as the East Coast, a stretch between Durban in the north to the vicinity of Port Shepstone in the south. Further south of that one would be in the Transkei, a largely undeveloped former homeland area of the country. Mostly we had stayed with my maternal grandparents in Durban itself, but on occasion we would spend time in holiday homes in coastal towns south of the city: a few days in Uvongo near Margate, another couple in a holiday home in Scottburgh.

I can recall how much of an affinity I felt for the sea and the coast then, walking for miles along the yellow, sandy beaches where one could find shells, mostly scallops, and broken fragments of conch shells, incomplete but amazing to my young eyes nonetheless. Occasionally one would come across cuttle-fish shells, not really shells at all but their pithy, chalky, calcareous skeletons shaped like flint axe-heads. I had a particular love for birds from an early age and would sit for hours copying the pictures of familiar species from the field guides and books I had been given as birthday and Christmas presents.

Inspired by birds seen in the vicinity of our home in Harare I had drawn a spotted eagle owl, woodland kingfisher and Senegal coucal. In Durban I copied a picture of the hadeda ibis, a distinctive and noisy bird and whilst in Scottburgh I drew a crested barbet, although it was the related black-collared barbet that was more numerous in those parts. I would come to view the barbet family with particular affection; quirky, intelligent birds with distinct calls and a sense of curiosity and boldness. We spent many a Christmas in Durban and many hours in the company of our cousins Ellysa and Matthew, who lived fairly close to our grandparents.

Being a practising Catholic it had not been easy to get the marriage annulled, but her first husband had been an unsavoury character from what I heard and read, and she had eventually succeeded. I remember going to watch my cousin Brett playing in a rugby match on one occasion; he had been stretchered off with an injury, but had nevertheless derided the opposition and cheered his own teammates from the sideline.

Back in Harare I was a member of Borrowdale 2nds, a cub-scout troop. Ironically, it was the Highlands scout group that inevitably seemed to scoop the top prizes on offer. I had read many of Mr. In my enthusiasm I had hoisted myself straight onto the presentations stage directly in front of me, instead of walking sedately up the stage-side stairs like everyone else. I remember Mr. Durrell as a large, white-bearded, smiling man with a firm handshake. It resides in a box or trunk in Harare to this day. The church in question was later to become under the guidance of an Anglican Priest, David Bertram, whose three children had also attended Highlands Junior School.

His son Matthew would become a good friend of mine after we had finished school. Richard, Dan and I are engaged by one of the Rhino Girls on the evening we were awarded our World Conservation badges. As with all my projects my mother was very involved and supportive.

It was probably the efforts in trying to achieve this award that had nurtured my early conservationist spirit more than anything else: there had been indigenous trees to plant in our backyard and monitor closely; posters to draw and illustrate; articles to research and more besides. They were there at the scout hall after completing their epic trans-continental cycle to present us our World Conservation badges. Some of the pictures which record our flattered and slightly embarrassed young faces had even made the inside pages of one of the national newspapers. From school I recall happy times amongst children of various colours and creeds.

My parents sent my brothers and I to a local government school in a decent, middle class suburb of the city. Unlike other government schools which exclusively catered for the newly enabled black, working classes, Highlands Junior maintained an unusual mix of ethnicities, bolstered in part by the attendance of a number of children whose parents were diplomats or members of foreign businesses, aid agencies or the representatives of collaborative projects between well-meaning foreign donors and the new government.

All of my friends would remember our days at the school fondly. Ben had gone on to take many of the academic prizes including the prestigious Dux Award for all-round academic prowess in their last year, Grade 7. Rivalries were generally friendly, certainly less intense than they would become at high school. Prize giving evenings were held as much for the benefit of the parents as for their blushing children.

I remember playing in the school orchestra conducted by Mrs Di Wright, who, to the best of my knowledge, is still conducting school orchestras in Harare; learning the recorder from the kindly Mrs Bruce who had also been my very first class teacher at the Infants School; and singing in the school choir conducted by Mrs Reynolds, whose daughter Jessica was a pretty and popular girl later destined to become Mrs Highlands. I had been voted her male counterpart.

The memory still elicits feelings of embarrassment, but it had all been fairly innocent and popularity was measured by a different yardstick at that age. Boys voted for boys and girls for girls and most classes would get together and agree to vote for someone in that class. It was common knowledge that I had only just held off Ross Brans who was the most popular boy in the second stream class which my Aunt Nick had taught.

The school plays had been a lot of fun. We had performed Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat in my final year. I had a crush on a brown-haired Finnish girl also in the play but remember that her affections were only for the star athlete of the year, a boy I simply remember as Tigere. She had promptly broadcast it to the whole school. It made the last few weeks rather awkward because I was to learn, and not for the first time, that having a secret infatuation does not necessarily translate into a workable relationship.

I do remember the two class jesters, Tom Newman and Ant Kashula, going to great lengths to try and impress the young Jess Reynolds. They had brought her bunches of flowers, professed their undying love and done a dozen other things to try and win her affections. It went to neither of them. Carrie had managed to have me thrown into the lake at Geoff Cox Adventure Camp by one of the instructors, Heath, alleging that I had said something nasty to her.

I remember her delight at the soggy results of her machinations. Tom emigrated to New Zealand after school but Ant still lives in Zimbabwe, running walking safaris in the Lowveld region. He always loved the bush and he and his father were forever going down to Lake Kariba on weekend fishing trips, something the rest of us boys were incredibly envious of. My clique back then consisted essentially of five or six of us boys: Ben who has already been introduced; Mike Alcock, son of an Anglican deacon; Brett Mead, bigger than the rest of us and a bit of a thug; Chris McManus, son of a farmer; Rohan Bruce, son of Mrs.

Bruce the recorder teacher; Rowan Donahue, an Australian; and myself. My relations with the girls of the class were amicable, except perhaps for Nassim Madjzoub, a pretty dark-haired girl whose parents were Persian I seem to remember. She sat next to me in class and had ensured that Mrs. Cockburn, our class teacher, knew my every misdemeanour. We played on the fields before and after school and during break times. At this point it was a free-for-all for all those present and often a few spectators too, as the windowed individual dashed to touch some designated object like a tree or classroom door.

I seem to remember Rob Brine having his arm broken one morning when a game got a little out of hand and Rohan Bruce was almost always on the receiving end during the games the group of us would play at break-time. It was usually Brett mead who would go in with a flying tackle at the crucial moment Rohan was in touching distance of the tree. Still, Rohan seemed forgiving and we had laughed and reminisced about happier memories over a few beers that evening. I understand that he is a psychologist now, probably with a great degree more insight into the tortured mind of the pre-adolescent boy I imagine.

There were athletics and cross-country days and swimming galas, which were well attended by the parents of the children. I was never a particularly good swimmer, except for the breast-stroke which I won narrowly from my cousin Dominic in my last year, although Dominic took the Victor Ludorum trophy as the best all-round swimmer. I remember that Mrs. I did well at cross-country, with the encouragement of my dad who loved the sport and the training derived from the pre-class morning running sessions of Mrs Harnden, my Grade three teacher.

Her son Kenny would go on and represent the country on the athletics track as a metre hurdler. The other thing I remember well is the very strong sense of community fostered at the school. The various sports days aside, the school had regular family braais or barbeques which were sometimes augmented by a live band. A South African trio, the Blarney Brothers of Irish stock, allegedly , made a couple of appearances on a makeshift stage set at the top of the school fields.

Rows of sectioned fifty-five gallon drums filled with hot charcoal and overlaid with mesh grills were at hand for people to cook whatever meat they had brought along with them and drinks were served from tented stalls set up at various locations. Jumping Castles had arrived on the scene and these also became ubiquitous at such events. Sometimes there would be a firework display organised for the children after dark and perhaps some music in the school hall. We were careful not to splash around much and it was more about risking punishment and getting away with it than actually swimming. It would become something of a ritual I remember doing even after having left Highlands, when returning for family braai evenings because one or other of my brothers was still there at the junior school.

Do contact me via e-mail any old mates reading this. In retrospect, not the best years of my life! Miss Coggan english had the greatest influence. Much to reminisce about. I was at school in Broadoak Manor. St Mary's school for handicapped children i would love to noa bit more as i think this might have been school im so hoping i do have have the book they give you when you go to look at the school i will have to look for it i might give me names but it was such a long time ago.

Dorothy thankyou for your massage made me feel good im still looking for this school i wish i had paid more intrest at the time off being there i might not be having this troble now but im not giving up well not yet. Dozy Beale was already there. Margaret Mallinson I think was the only other New Girl. Iremember all the names Margaret Morley mentions,If anyone still has the photo of the whole school sitting in front of it,I'm a little squirt sitting on floor in front row.

Fascinating to read all the history of the old place. Ursula Horsley Smith Eng. Sadly she died a couple of years ago aged 93,4 or 5. I sometimes bump into Spaniel's bro. Would love to know any more history of The Beehive, must have been fabulous when it was a family home. I left in the summer of I was at Harewood School from to The playing field was cut by gangmowers towed behind an old Riley sports car driven by Mr Mulvihill.

If you were lucky you got to ride in the dicky seat! Probably illegal now. Happy times. Is there someone who can remember Dalhousie School at Buckhurts Rd at to about I would like to get some informations about the school and the owners. We were there at the same time. I recall us boarders making Airfix kits and drawing in the art room next to Mr Phillips study. Also boxing in the gym on Saturday afternoon with Mr O'Rourke. They were the brightest sparks while I was there.

I remember waking up to the sound of the foghorns. Lining up after lunch for our sweet ration. There was a bit of hair tugging and ruler tapping for punishment, but nothing that didn't make you remember your latin verbs next time! I was a Londoner there and had a dear aunt who lived in St Leonards. Please get in touch if you can add anything more. For Jonathen Warner. My Mother also went to St John's. She was born in died earier this year aged 95! I don't know much about the school but I do have a School photo somewhere among Mum's stuff! I was a boarder at Harewood from about to Some of the messages have reminded me if people I forgot including the Phillips although he was not the headmaster when I was there - but cannot remember the name of the person.

Mr Mulvihill was there and Mr Young was my music teacher and was the choir master at St Augustine's where I used to sing in the choir - choir practice I think was Wednesday and then two services every sunday. I also remember having to stay at school over the summer holidays probably in when Mum and Dad went to NZ to see his family. I also seem to remember Mr Bromley was master who went off to start his own school and tried to persuade all the parents at Harewood at the time to send their boys to his school - that is when I left and went to Ardingly College near Haywards Heath.

How bizarre to do a search for this school and find several entries made so recently. We used sirnames only in those days. Yes Matron - Janet Homer. Kisses at night for the whole dormitory! Hair pulling and ear twisting from Mr Dai Morgan with yellow nicotine fingers!! And a gay Mr Gadstone who taught music. I wonder what happened to Mr Phillips and when the school closed down?? Girls School I remeber only Winceby House.

How interesting. Would love to hear from any contempories.

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I live in Hampshire now. I have already written on the School thread and there were 3 boys from Harewood School. Mr Phillips was the Head with 2 little daughters. Mr Morgan taught Latin with a huge nose and yellow nicotine smelling fingers. He twisted your ears and pulled your hair for incorrect verbs!!. Matron was Janet Homer who used to give us all kisses before lights out and after. Would love ot hear from any familiar names. I live in Hampshire. Rachel i so recognise your name and i was in cecils class with kerry thompson and sheridan barbary etc Hope you remember me as i recognise your name!!!

I was at collington manor bexhill on sea? I have some fond memorie,s of that time. Can any one remember this school at this time? There were quite a few Bahamians there at the time but there were kids from all over the world. The horse track and "outdoor heated swimming pool" were built during my tenure. The principal's name was "Mrs.

Auer" - they use to collect us from the airport in her "mercedes" for the long ride to Catsfield place. I have asked many persons from the Bahamas who went there for information on the school because at one point I needed my school records and could not get any info. I remember Mark and Lindsay Wheaton, they use to go to their parents in Singapore during the breaks.

There were two French girls in my dorm, Theresa and Yvonne If anyone has info, please contact me. I would like to get in touch with some of my old friends. Hi there - I went to Wilton House School years - I have very fond memories and not-too-fond memories. I remember the apple orchard, the outdoor heated swimmin pool and the horse tract among others.

There was a teacher named Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Auer was the Headmistress and the barn was used as a "common room". We use to go next door to the farm and milk cows at times for fresh milk. Please get in touch with me - I have been trying to locate some of my friends. Response to Mr R. My late mother worked at Collington Manor in My father has happy memories of his courting days when he used to meet my mother there. My father recalls that the matron was a very kind lady. I have contacted Bexhill Museum to see if they have any photos of Collington manor. If I have any luck I will sed to you.

My name was Carol Percival. I still have contact with Alison Michelli and Ann Morris Murky however I would love to hear from anyone else who attended during that time. Hi jackie, thanks for the respones to my message, I am so sorry to hear about your late mother. I do remember very well, a nice spoken young irish lady with long black hair,and some wear in my memorie her name was jane.

Thanks for contacting the museum for me. Well hi to all, I just found all this by changes. I attended school in the early 60's and do remember Mrs. Farmfield Mr. It would be nice to heir from them. I made some good friends there. Hi there Dennis: You can go to "Friends Reunited. UK" and sign up. There is also some info on a Website from the Bahamas - goggle in "Wilton House" and you will find some info. I was able to contact a few friends through Friends Reunited".

Hi Julian, Yes, I do remember you, and everyone you mentioned. Iliffe and Haslam I remember fighting both of them in the school boxing tournament. Waring and I used to be good artists and had loads of our pictures on the art room walls. Yes, the kisses from matron, a good incentive and reward for clocking up house points! I was in the classroom at the far end of the corridor. I think the very bright boys like Pembroke,Hare and Hudson were up in the library. This is surreal!! Nearly 50 years ago. I have never met anyone from Harewood and indeed only 3 from Cranbrook School. Obviously not in the fast lane.

Shall we have a Harewood School Reunion?? That would be an event. We could all call each other by our surnames!!! I was at Normandale School, with my two brothers, around David Tompkins, I am pretty sure I remember you - you must have been in my year. I remenber Mr Hockley French and English? Latin and Greek were taught by a batty old fellow called "Mothy" Moore, who was keen on fishing. Also there was boy there whose uncle did the cartoons for Dan Dare in the Eagle, so he got them the week before they came out in the comic.

Another boy was Vandervell whose father or uncle owned the very successful Vanwall formula 1 racing team, and there was a boy from Hong Kong who could very quickly do amazing drawings of horses at full gallop, I think his name was Timothy T T Fok. And I think the matron was Mrs Philips who had two sons at the school. My uncle lived in Eastbourne and came to take us out on some Sundays in his convertible Daimler. The Palmers were very good people, but I remember John Palmer used to get quite tipsy some evenings, I think he drank quite a lot sometimes. The school closed very soon after I left and my younger brother transferred to Harewood next door just for his last year, I think.

I was at the beehive in with Miss Wilson and Mrs Benson Davies as heads we had to speak french all day and each morning came down the beautiful sweeping staircase mentioned, where we had to curtsey to Miss Wilson and say good morning if she liked you she would give a beaming smile if not you got a curt nod which froze your very bones! Hello, Everyone who was at Harewood School.

I was amazed when I saw the Estate where the school once was. I was a Boarder for a couple of years from , at the age of 5 and a half: there was a war on!! The Headmaster was a Mr. Spooner: we had to wear Eton Collars and a blue three piece suit for Church parade every Sunday:we walked two abreast. I was in Form 1 and the teachers were: Mr.

The Playing fields were lovely, although I was too young to take part seriously. I still have my original School Reports!! Hi John Rivett-Carnac, nice to hear from you. I certainly remember the last name, but whether it was you or your brothers, I can't say. Give me their first names and it will jog my memory for sure. John, where you at the school when we had the two french kids there, Georges and Antoinne Kayat? And a Belgian Lad whose name escapes me, but was not keen on speaking english. Used to read the Tin Tin comics all the time.

Your piece above has reminded me of Mr Moore, who also had a whippet dog too if I remember, and the music teacher Mr Padgem. When I was there the head boy at the time was Weithaler I think that's how you spell it but I can't remember his first name. Also a couple of kids who came later, a Graham Payne almost crossed eyed and wore thick glases, and an Indian lad named Govindji.

Both of them came from Kenya. Happy days. I was pupil from to 43, first as dayboy and later as a boarder at Abingdon during the war. Grim memories of corporal punishment, pain at the age of 10 as I have never ever suffered since. Mr Spooner, the head, known as Spud, kept a points system which we were all agreed he manipulated freely? These were very bad old days. Mothy Moore was my grandfather. He was the most excentric person I have ever known. He was very well known in Bexhill for being excentric.

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He used to have breakfast in the school drive in his car with the toaster and kettle plugged into the school's plugs. Dog was called Griselda and he was very keen on fishing. I have just been home to England and my brothers and sister thought "Mothy Moore" was a lovely name. I went to The Beehive from We used to have spelling competitions and Miss Holesworth for dancing lessons. My brother went there. And some fond memorie,s of the children there playing in that somerhouse and climbing frame the walks down to the sea. The only photo I have sean is the back of the house on a postcard.

Well it is certainly interesting to read the thoughts of some of my more mature Harewood school mates. I was at the school at the end of its life - mid to late 60's. Numbers by now were down to about 30 odd, with Mr Phillips still firmly in control, with Mrs Phillips busy mothering all the boys. I remember Mr Mulvihill was still there - just - and there were about three other teachers. I left to go to Bexhill Grammar School when most of my friends either went on to Eastbourne College or further afield.

One of the senior pupils at the time of my leaving was Clive Phillips, son of the headmaster. He became the last headboy, taking over from me. I think Mr Phillips was keen to keep the school going until Clive passed his Common Entrance and moved on, at which point the school with all that beautiful land to the south was sold and developed. The brick wall is still there on Collington Avenue, with the gap through which one passed by the swimming pool bricked up.

There are two large blocks of flats where the school building stood, and a pleasant estate on the fields. I still live near Bexhill and have nothing but fond memories for my time at Harewood every time I pass by! Ian Wakeford. Was at Normandale from when we were evacuated. The headmaster was Mr Beesley who was a passenger on the Titanic and wrote a very vivid description of this disaster.

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Have very happy memories of my sojourn there. I would love any one who remembers me to get in touch im canadian and spent approx 3years at wilton house, hastings road. Hi Philip: I was a student at Wilton House Many of the former students are registered at Friends Reunited. Perhaps you can register on that site and browse profiles of the students, view old photos and send messages to those whom you might remember.

Unfortunately I do not recall that name - but it does not mean that we did not cross paths there. Hope this hellps you Regards, Pinkey. I remember Normandale School. I was there in the early 60s. The Cricket pitch had asphalt under the grass and there were no gates. The school was used as a military camp during the war so I gather. Hence the bad grass. I remember Palmer and of course Lazenby, who delighted in caning. I remember having to learn Logarithms pat off. I was in the Choir and went on trips to Chichester Cathedral. I was a boarder as my parents lived in Aden Colony.

Would like to hear from you lot. Lawrence Beesley was born he of my Flint Macbeth and Beesley family also rembered for being a survivor of The Titanic disaster having written the book upon which the film A Time to Remember was based.. I was at the Beehive from Miss de Putron was head at the beginning then Miss Wilson and Mlle Rolin taught us French, we spoke french all day till after tea.

We had sports every afternoon and fixtures with Ancaster House, Effingham, Charters Towers and Rodean, we had our own chapel and I made my first communion there,I went back about 10 years ago and nothing was familiar, not even a tree, the dreaded housing estate had arrived it was a beautiful house and yes the staircase was magnificent, as were the grounds. Catherine and St. I wish it still existed and we could have an Old Bees reunion. Lovely days. For me and others it was a bad experience, we all had a tough time.

I done alright though,hope you made it too. Hi Gudrun, I went to Dalhousie School during two summers in the early 60's. One of the teachers was Miss Pasco. There were many French pupils. Were you a student or did you work like many Icelandic girls did. I also remember the ugly dogs, the table tennis hut and the tennis field. Would be nice to hear from you. Hi Kitty, good to hear from you : I was a student in Dalhousie School the summer It was a lovely summer and I often think back to Bexhill. I remember the ugly dog too and the tennis hut and the field.

I also remember the custard with or without trickle tart. I think Mr. Henry was from Poland.

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Yeh, many Frence girls were there and I have been in very good contact with my Frence room mate for over a forty years. Where are you from Kitty? Hello, Gudrun You went to Dalhousie a little later than me. I am from Finland but live in Norway. I remember speaking Swedish with an Icelandic room mate of mine.

She spoke Danish. Smoking was prohibited, so of course we had to smoke, even at the cinema. I remember the custard, too. I liked it. Not so with the white bread with jam and something very sweet and yellow to drink at midday. Bexhill was a very nice town. Maybe it still is. Does anyone remember Merland House prep school Dorset Road? I attended there from - I believe it was still going in the late 's but all trace seems to have have disappeared. Bexhill of the Mid 60's was a good place for a displaced child. I went to CTSG in and am looking for my classmates. Hi Dave , I remember Miss Brocklebank from the downs school, don't think I liked her very much, hope that's not a relation though.

Over the last few years through friends reunited I have kept in touch with several people. I have put some photos on. There were 3 matrons during our time there and the teachers were Mr Smith Guller, Moore, Johnson i'll give you a fourpenny one. Mrs Auer did some teaching and Bill Farmfield took us for sports. Hi all, woke up this morning and decided to google Wilton House, just to see what it looked like today Am Nigerian and was in there between and Cant remeber who the Principle was but i do remeber Matron Ann and Mandy Stayed at HIgh House. We had loads of fun there.. There was this girl from Hong Kong and my room mates then were two german sisters Paula and Cant recall her sisters name.

I guess i really enjoyed my brief stay there. Please anyone who remebers me please do get in touch at this address - chinokoro yahoo. I don't remember you Rachel Good. However, I was a teacher at Broomham School - , when it closed. I was intrigued beacuse I was shown a copy of this e-mail, and the many comments about Wilton House - as you well know - Broomham was the prep-school part of the organisation; Broomham was owned by Jan Auer. Anyway, I have returned to the site, but it is now owned by another school!

It is run very differently to the old school. I was at the Beehive from to it's closure. It was a wonderful time in my life and I made lots of friends. If there is anyone out there that remembers me, please contact me. Margaret Bobby. I moved to Canada when I left in and remember so many wonderful friends that I reluctantly left. We all moved on and it was difficult to keep in contact.

I remember Ronnie Choules, Bettina Reeves, Elizabeth White and so many others but I have to go back and look at my old albums to get their names I will write more names when I find them July from Oakville, Ontario. I was a pupil at St Francis from to Does anyone remember the school on the Downs. Paul Djoleto asked for both you and Lisa and I just received an e-mail from him. He is also on facebook. As for the former students, do you remember Patrick Overington? Theresa Hunt? Yasmin Carroll? Sherry Taylor? Joan Collie? I have contacted many of them and still keep in touch.

Paul Djoleto has been trying to contact you and lisa on Bahamas Travellers page. His e-mail address is margihcraATyahoo. A whole lot of old photos and memories! Its so nice catching up with you after so many years. We are trying to arrange a reunion but its so hard to track everybody down. If you are still in contact with any of the others let me know. Drop me a line so we can keep in touch and I will be sure to call you when next I am in Nassau.

My maiden name was Skinner. I am one of four sisters and we lived in The Watermill, Watermill Lane. I was at Bexhill Girls Grammar School from about to We were in the same class. Our English reacher was a Miss Landsdowne and we eagerly await her arrival to see what colour high heels and twin set she was wearing as she never seemed to wear the same colours twice!!!!!!!!!!! I believe they moved to Berkshire or Surrey.

Write if you would like to join this small, persistent group! Sonia from Oakville, Ontario, Canada. Can't believe no-one remembers St Francis School for Girls! Any of you out there, or any relatives or friends of those girls? Folks, Having just come across this site by accident I have to say reading the messages is like a walk down memory lane, most of the names mentioned from the 50? She even lent me some stripped stockings to use when I played Widow Twanky in a school play of Aladdin put on for the parent one Christmas in the gym, early 60?

I would love to get in touch with Stephen Andrew Smedley so if anyone knows of his whereabouts I? Hi Alan, I remember you from W. H, you may remember my brother and sister billy and winnie Trickett, my brother remembers you. Do you remember Kaye and John Boyde, if you get on to friends reunited and go to Wilton House you will find lots of past pupils who attended WH at the same time we were there, I am sure you will find Stephen Smedley there or someone who knows him, I wish you luck.

Hope you are keeping well, kind regards,Cathy. I went to CTS from to I live in the U. I knew the school disbanded in I had recd an alumni newsletter, from my dear friend Beatrice Lau -who I am desperately trying to link up with again- with news from many old Charterians, including a message from Ms.

Reynolds but I wanted to show the school grounds to them. The buildings have been refurbished into condominiums flats , but on the side of the end buildings, it says "charters towers". The field at the back is all gone to a new residential neighborhood. But amazingly enough, the retirement home across CTS on Hastings Rd remains just as it was in , even with the same?!

Please drop me a line! A message for Sonia Goodwin, last I saw you was in Montreal back in the 70s', yes we are all about 60 now, and I too would like to contact those in our year of - I live in Australia now. I remember all those people you mention and especially you and have many photos of all of us, including Pamela Thomas, Katie Lahaniatis, Beth? Hope we can be in contact again. I went to school there between Do you remeber Susan Fisher, Elaine Goldwynn Paulette Wozniak, Jackie Martin, Bisi, Gillian, I can't remember the last names but have tons of pics of everyone including the school picture of everyone.

McGarry was headmistress and then I think Mrs. I was at the Beehive from until it closed. I was Head Girl in the last year. I am now living in Norway with my family. I attende Merland House School sometime around I think. I remember the headmistress Mrs.


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Smith and being able to look out of the bedrooms to the sailing boats on the sea. I still even have the green and yellow tie. Hello, I'm Lawrence Beesly's grandson and I just wanted to correct a couple of things in your message. The title of the Titanic film was A Night to Remember and my grandfather died in the city of Lincoln where my parents lived for many years. I was born in his house in Northwood Mddx in the early forties when he was running a coaching school.

Muriel died in I was at Collington Manor in the s and have six 2 x 2 inch photos. The quality is what you'd expect from the fifies but they show the beautiful rear gardens and front doorway. I read somewhere that the old manor was demolised - is this true? In resposne to Jennifer Smith. Hi Jennifer, I sent you an email but have not heard anything so not sure if your email is working. I do have one of Jackie Chung. If you go to facebook you can check them out and then maybe it will jog your memory. If there is anyone else out there that went to CTS during these years I would love to hear from you.

I visited the old school about 5 years ago and they have converted it to apartments which was a little sad for me since I had such fond memories there. I also have pictures of some of the teachers.


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Anyone remember Mr. Fox our Chem teacher? Or Miss Tongas the house matron. So many recolections. Also trying to get in touch with Dawn Teper, if your out there Dawn shoot me a note. Hope to reconnect with others, till then take care and God bless. Hi ian the old house was pulled down in the mid 60,s i checked it out at bexhill library. I was at collington manor in to 56 or 57 they used to call me ricky. The only photo i had was on a postcard of the backdoors coming out on that lovely garden. Does anyone know the history of All Saints school and church?

I love history and am interested to know when the school and church were built and what was there before the church and school were there. Any information would be truely appriciated. Many thanks, Natasha. Does anyone know if there was a school in Bexhill called St Ives.

My grandmother is 96 said she went to it in the 's! I cannot find anythiing about it. She thinks it was near the De La Warr Pavilion. This is for Carol Shipley, i visited ancaster house, in , if i'm correct, it was a school for girls who where learning to become a nurse,i met a girl there her name was Charlotta Cristofas, lost all contact with her at the end of ,did you know here?

All info would be welcome,just wonne know of she is okay. Thanks Richard for the sad news about the Collington Manor. What a waste of a beautiful building. Anyway - after Collington I went to a home in Surry for 3 years after which I was reclaimed by my mother and step father. Bad move - but at 17 I moved to Australia and after a few adventures am enjoying retirement in Sydney.

Hows the old dart going? Would love to be in contact with anyone from the 's and 's who went to the school. I have some memories of Wilton House I also remember some really young children in cribs one was a little boy from Nigeria. I think his name was Essian Udo anyone else remember? I stayed there year round and we used to go on lots of field trips in the summer.

My parents lived in Belize and they picked the school from a catalog. After we had been there a few years they came to visit and withdrew us from the school that very day. I remember that the older girls moved into a house across the street. I remember going to see the Beatles new movie "Help".

I remebber we used to all watch Dr Who together every Saturday night. We ate a lot of pilchards on toast. I would really like to hear from anyone that was there when I was. Especially the people I mentioned. It would be great to hear from anyone who was at School at the same time as myself Katie. Hi Sharon, remember you and your brother well. I would also like to get information about what happened to the school too. I remember the school was near the sea. I also remember watching tv with other kids and being taught how to swim.

We would use glass I think to focus the sun's rays on paper and cause it to burn. I would like to establish contact with the two of you. Take care. Mum and Dad were in th earmy in Germany and thought it was a good prep school. It wasn't but that's another story. I recall meeting a woman in Sydney in who'd been at Merland house in the mid 70's. Re posts on Collington Manor; I have a photo of the outside of a large house which came attached to some wooden panelling which I bought at auction recently, which purports to have come from the drawing room at Collington Manor.

If anyone would like me to send them a copy by email, please get in touch. I was at CTS from '59 to '62 when Miss. McGarry was headmistress and her mother Madame taught English. We returned a couple of years ago, but still visit with our youngest daughter and her canadian husband and family. I can't believe an old Charterian lived just up the road, so to speak for all those years!

I'd love to hear from you, and anyone elese who remembers "paintbox"! I have just been having a look at this web site and found Harewood School I went to Harewood in when it was at Abingdon Mr Spooner was Head Master when the war started. My brother Nigel followed me a year later and we stayed there until the school returned to Bexhill in or 45 When we were at Abingdon I can remember the bombers returning from their bombing raids to the RAF airfield not far away we had an Air raid shelter in the front garden of the big house where we were staying.

The other day I was going through some of my old papers and found post cards of Harewood School. If any one wants to get in touch please email me. Adrian Fenton g0nar gotadsl. Normandale was evacuated to Wells Cathedral School during the last war. Please contact me if you were a boy here during that period and can give me some information about the school's time here.

Archivist, Wells Cathedral School, Wells, somerset. I was at St. I must have been in the class above you as I remember all the people you mention. My maiden name was Rooth. I certainly remember Fanny and Vi!!! Hi, I've been trying to locate former students. If you are out there I would love to hear from you. She died in the 's and my mother sent me a cutting from the paper about it. I wrote to her niece but never kept in touch again. Those girls were in the class above me, yes. I remember Sheila Read, Janet Carr, Mary Flavell - she used to travel with me on the train from Battle and she disgraced herself and the school by getting pregant!!!

I never noticed, being a very naive year-old!!! That would have been after you left. Anna Stait had red hair I think. I now live in South Africa and went back to find the school but it had been knocked down. Sad but really great to hear from you! Hello Elisabeth I went to St. My two elder sisters Nike and Tania Williams were also there, Nike was in the same class as Mary Flavell by the way the father of her baby was Malcolm Muggeridge!!!!!

Hope you see this message. In the early 's I was a day pupil,with my younger brother at Harewood House. The headmaster was a Rev. Woodruff and the english master Mr. Woodruff was a believer in punishing boys ,which would be frowned on now. He left very suddenly and to the delights of most of us Mr. Phillips took over. I made a few friends there,among them wasa boy called Cambell and another riley.

Would be pleased to hear from anyone that remembered me. Hi Pippa How super to hear from someone else who remembers St Fannys. I thought I was the only survivor! How incredible about Mary Flavell - how on earth did she hook up with Malcolm Muggeridge and how do you know?!!! You talk about Helen French but I was very friendly with Helen English who was two classes below me and likely to have been a prefect a couple of years older than you.

I seem to recognise some of the names you mention as being in about Upper 3 when I was in the 6th form. I have school photographs from and - I wonder if anyone else has? Do you remember Miss Tucknott the music mistress and going to Hastings for the music festival every year? And Miss Brook who taught us how to cook? Mrs Taylor was our English mistress - she was excellent.

Fanny's niece was Suzanne Cawthorn, and there was also a younger sister whose name I cannot remember. Suzanne was in the same class as Helen English. Thanks so much for the message and I'd love to hear from you again. I keep in regular contact with Jane Mok, now Chang who lives in the States. I would give anything to know your whereabouts and how you are all doing! I was boarded until I left school to migrate to Aust.

Please be in touch if you get this. Best wishes to all of you, Margo. Hi Elisabeth you were right it was Helen English not French too many sips of red wine! The other Cawthorne was Jennifer. I have remembered about 90 names and somewhere have the old school photos, will try and find them. When I have time I will list the names for you. Best wishes Pippa. Hi Pippa I found my old school photos - , and don't know what happened to There are so many faces I know but names have gone with the years and I think I can identify your class but don't know which one is you.

If you have any of those years you could point out in which row you are. In the one I am in the second row 11th from the left. There's Fanny in the middle and on her right, Mrs Deuchars the art mistress Mrs Taylor English and someone I can't remember, then Jane Clare and then me, looking very bored with the whole thing! Helen English is behind Miss Violet and Mrs Platt The French teacher who had a ghastly smoker's cough , looking very sultry and with long blond hair.

I had remembered Jenny Cawthorne's name. Be fun if we could get together or email. Where do you live? I am married to a South African and live in Johannesburg. Hope you drink South African red wine! Regards Elisabeth. Hi Elisabeth, my Father used to live in Jo'burg but unfortunately he is no longer with us, so we dont visit anymore.

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Im still in Sussex and yes very partial to SA red wine! My Sister has the photos so when I am next over will ask for them. In the meantime some names. Some more teachers Miss Clarke history Mr.


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Lundy maths Mrs. Lister after Mrs. Deuchars Mrs. Cowdray Biology. Is that enough to be going on with. Are you on Facebook invite as friend. Will speak again soon xxx Pippa. Dear Margo Candappa and others - not only do I have fond memories of you and all the others you listed but I even remeber your birthdate since it was the same as that of my older brother, Francis. I am alive and well and living in the United States.

As for Miss Mc Garry - who could forget her? I then moved to New York City to work and go to school and it was a lot of fun. Basically I've always been an Educator, at universities, hospitals, assocation, wherever, plus I've done a good deal of international development work in different countries overseas.

My family is OK but regretfully, I lost my dear Dad to cancer aboaut a year and a half ago, but we are doing our best to cope. In fact I would like to propose a reunion one day of our classmates - as many as possible. I live in Alexandria, Virginia with my husband who is in the Biotech field and my mom and sister Beryl Dennis, also a Charterian, live 6 minutes away. Beryl is 4 years younger so a few of you might remember her. She works in a law firm and is also an ordained minister. Baromi, the baby of the family is an accountant and my brother Francis, who you met, Margo on an exeat and we all had Wimpie Burgers in town, is a Bank president.

Those of my classmates in the U. I'd love to hear from you. Hi Pippa What an extraordinary coincidence that your father lived here. What was his business? Wow, where did you pull all those names up from? I remember lots of them and when I have time will get out my school photos and identify them. The more we talk, the more I remember a sign of old age? Mrs Cowdray was the biology teacher and she was great. Don't really remember the other teachers you mention - we had a Maths master but I don't remember his name as Lundy.

I am on Face Book but am clueless about it and need help to get organised! Maybe I shall be motivated to do it now. I wonder if perhaps our chatting will bring up someone else from those years - I certainly hope so as this is really wonderful to bring back all the memories.

Do you remember Miss Tucknott, the music mistress? She also taught me piano at her home near the swimming baths, where we used to go in the summer. Bi for now, E. Hi Elisabeth, I just seem to have a great memory for names and numbers, although I can remember their faces as though it was yesterday.

My Father was a mad inventor he came up with Aercrate a lightweight concrete and mobile machines to produce it continuously. I dont know whether it was your photo but I sent a message thru Facebook to an Elisabeth Short in I guessed SA from the friend contacts? Perhaps you would like my email which is pippawilliamsATgmail. Hi Pippa and Elisabeth. May I butt in to your conversation? My name was Shirley Hemmings back then and Pippa, I was in the same class as you.

My strongest memory is of I think your best friend Vicky Holroyd inviting me to go and see The Beatles perform in London with her family and my parents refused to let me go as I would faint!!!! I think I was in Miss Violet's class at the time. I also remember going to a party out at Hooe at Mary-Jo's place. Anyway I have lived in Australia for 37 years and have only been back a couple of times but I heard that they knocked our school down!!!!! I have 5 acres, 3 horses, 2 dogs and love Australia so much.

I found this website about a month ago when my father died in Bexhill and it got me looking back at old times. Anyway, I'll post this and see if you remember me.