My memories of early school days, I was still 4, was learning to read. During our first week we had to go up individually to our very kindly teacher's table who had a book and she merely wanted to see what words we knew in it, I only knew "mother" and promptly burst into tears, she told me not to worry we'd be reading all the words in the book very soon, and I did in what seemed like only a couple of weeks later. Other than that memory I remember lots of drawing and our wet paintings pegged on a line strung across the class to dry. Other lessons I recall were of writing practice, sums, times tables maybe just the twos to start with, musical movements done in our underwear, that included lying down on the floor afterwards when we were told to have a little sleep. The worst part of the day was the school milk, hated it and school dinners yuk!
We had the "Night to Remember" book at home with some black and white photos which I often looked at, can't remember how old I was, but after I saw them said I didn't want to go to the Isle of Wight anymore in case the same thing happened. I remember my mother telling me all about The Titanic, how enormous the icebergs were, how it was deemed to be invincible but on it's maiden voyage the catastrophe happened. The captain bravely went down with the ship sadly there were several classes of passengers and those in steerage were poor and made up the most deaths, because they were the last to be evacuated. I think many were Irish so that story had been related to her by my grandmother who was half Irish.