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helgawills Fri 04-Jun-21 13:13:28

In the mid 60s, when I was in my teens, everybody in school was given a nyltest shirt, supplied by a US company. Personally, I hated the thing, got eczema on my arms and tried my best to avoid man made fibres ever since.
The company also supplied enough shirts to go into our annual Christmas boxes to deprived children in a school in East Germany. We normally sent treats like nuts, dried fruit and cocoa, which were supplied, but every child packed a box and added a personal Christmas letter, handwritten.
One of the girls one of my parcels went to, is still in touch.
But not all the boxes went to the intended destination. Some children got thank yous from children in the Soviet Union.
Would love to read some of your weird memories.

MamaCaz Sat 12-Jun-21 07:12:44

I had completely forgotten about this until reading the thread: In my last year at primary, we were shown what was either a dead stillborn or aborted lamb in a tank of some kind of liquid.

Why, I don't know, because it certainly wasn't part of any project that we had been working on.
Some of the parents complained about it when they found out, feeling it was totally inappropriate and distressing. Personally, I think I was more bemused (I had an elder brother so had been subjected to all manner of unsavoury experience by that age), and probably didn't even mention it to my own parents.

I also recall an incident in a biology lesson when I was about 14. The teacher - a nice man but a hopeless teacher - had brought a large jar of maggots into the lesson, and halfway through the lesson they somehow started escaping in huge numbers from the top of the jar, and we looked on in horror as a tsunami of these awful wriggling creatures swept across his desk and spread across the floor!

Ashcombe Sat 12-Jun-21 05:56:01


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Jaffacake2 Fri 11-Jun-21 16:26:57

I remember asking my 'RE teacher, if God made the world who made God ? Probably about 7 years old.
I was shouted at and hit on the leg with a ruler.
I then told her that Jesus wouldn't like her. Got hit again and made to stand in the playground in the pouring rain.
My mum was furious and came to tell the teacher the true meaning of Christianity. She was Salvation Army captain . The teacher left shortly after that.

lovebeigecardigans1955 Fri 11-Jun-21 16:05:25

Mrs Pickles, our teacher at the infants' school said one morning that she could smell something. We were sitting in a semi-circle and each of us in turn had to stand up and eventually she found the cause. One of the girls had done a poo on her chair. The poor kid was too scared to go to the toilet as her mother had told her that the school toilets were dirty - full of germs which would make her poorly. She was escorted out of the classroom to deal with it. I think we were horrified but I don't think anyone laughed.

genie10 Fri 11-Jun-21 12:49:18

In the winter at my primary school, the teacher used to bring out buckets of water and throw them along the playground until we had a long strip of ice that we could take turns to slide along. No one ever seemed to injure themselves other than small bumps. It was great fun.

Bridgiepooh Fri 11-Jun-21 12:27:09

I've loved this thread!
In the winter of early '63, I and my younger sister were 'evacuated' from a snowbound farmhouse, to our grandparents' small welsh town. As a six-year old I was able to trot along to school with my Grampa, who was the headmaster. I remember earnestly trying to keep my head down and blend in with the rest of the class, so when the teacher asked a question and all around me unruly kids yelled from their seats, I reluctantly joined in. The teacher immediately shouted at me that THIS was not the way we behaved in this school, and that she had expected BETTER from me! That blew my cover. .
At morning playtime as we broke through the ice topping our milk rations, the same teacher took a large enamel bowl down from a tall cupboard and placed it next to a girl who was stoically sucking up her milk. Minutes after she'd finished, the girl threw up into the bowl, which was whisked away, washed and returned to its place. This happened every day, for the eight weeks until the snow had thawed, the floods had subsided and we were returned to our parents.
Grampa was a truly lovely man and I've never believed he was aware of the atrocities occurring in his school on a daily basis.

Bridgiepooh Fri 11-Jun-21 11:42:17

Social anxiety, Sul2! You're not the only one, there are thousands of us; worrying about absolutely bugger all while the world goes to Hell in a handcart hmm

Sago Thu 10-Jun-21 12:32:43

We had an evil teacher in my Catholic Primary school, she used to drum her sharp fingernails on your head.
Aged 7 she did it to me and caught a wound, I’d had 6 stitches in my head.
I called her a nasty name and ran home crying.
I was accused of exaggeration and histrionics and then berated by my mother.

Margiknot Thu 10-Jun-21 10:57:28

Geekesse I agree that learning ‘domestic science as it was called and needlework were very useful. My mother had been evacuated during the war during her middle and late childhood, and did not learn to sew or use a sewing machine from her mother, ( and I guess shortages meant there was no spare to learn on) so could not have taught us- even she had had time. My sister became the pastry cook in the family whilst I the bread and clothes maker. The first item in sewing was making an apron from a teatowel (ready for DS classes) and embroidering a tray cloth with cross stitch. We were taught how to clean sinks by cleaning the sinks and loos in the girls toilet block.
I have more memories of secondary school- canoeing lessons in mid winter and having to smash ice on the surface- it nearly put me off canoeing for life!
In infant school we were allowed to take sweets to share in ( on birthdays only) but had to hand them to the teacher until break time. My abiding memory is of a little girl with learning disability in our class, who did not have the understanding or ability to wait, eating our tube of smarties, with the evidence all down her clothes and then being smacked hard on the legs for it. Smacking her seemed so wrong, even at that age- we understood even as small children that Anne was not yet able to understand the rules! I still wonder what happened to Anne- who moved ( presumably to a special school) shortly after.

Lexisgranny Thu 10-Jun-21 09:50:05

The main two things I remember were that when outside school but wearing school Uniform, to be seen without hat firmly placed on head, or worse still, eating, were both virtually regarded as hanging offences. Waiting outside the Headmistress’s study must have aroused the same feeling as waiting to go in the dock at the old Bailey. Incidentally, I can’t honestly remember eating in the street since!

Grammaretto Thu 10-Jun-21 09:26:52

There will be others who can greatly empathise with you Su12 but I think you should begin a new thread.

Oh dear skunkhair63 that must have been really shocking. No wonder schools have stopped dissection now.

skunkhair63 Thu 10-Jun-21 09:17:22

Our Science Teacher was very pleased that a kind local farmer had donated a dead piglet for dissection purposes. She proceeded to pin its little trotters to a wooden board, it was belly up, and then sliced it open with a scalpel. Unfortunately said piglet must have been dead for quite some time, copious amounts of foul smelling yellow liquid flooded from its body, over the table and onto the floor. The smell which filled the room was truly dreadful, children started screaming and some fainted, and the poor teacher had to quickly evacuate the class. I can still remember the shock on her face. We were 11.

FarNorth Thu 10-Jun-21 08:41:32

You can still get it, and also malt on its own which is yummy.

Aldom Thu 10-Jun-21 07:52:19

Ali08 Hello, just in case Dragonfly doesn't see your query about malt. I think she is referring to Cod liver oil and malt. In the 1940's and '50's, in my experience, this was given to children to build them up. Cod liver oil and malt was a soft, caramel consistency. It came in a blackish brown, wide neck jar. My twin brothers and I used to line up every morning for mummy to give us each a spoonful. It tasted reasonably ok.

Ali08 Thu 10-Jun-21 05:41:14

That was rather random. But I feel your pain!
Do try not to worry as much.
Try to see the funny side to life instead of the worrying.
And we all get thru, one way or another, so just smile and have a lovely day!
Hugs to you.

Ali08 Thu 10-Jun-21 05:20:36

I'm almost peeing myself with laughter!!

Ali08 Thu 10-Jun-21 05:14:29

Sticklebricks, oh the fun I had with those!
Yet, nowadays, I do not see the fascination 🤪🤪

Ali08 Thu 10-Jun-21 05:03:16

I went to boarding school. I had chosen some material with my mum to make a night dress. I absolutely loved the soft brushed cotton material. It was light pink with, I think, some pretty little flowers on it.
I followed everything my teacher said and did, and somehow managed to make a nighty that would have fitted myself, my best friend and my teacher all at once!!!
To this day, I still do not know how it came out so huge. Yet i still wore it on occasion! 😆😆

Ali08 Thu 10-Jun-21 04:59:11

@Dragonfly46 Malt? For some unknown reason, I just cannot picture malt, so I'm having the greatest trouble trying to work out why you'd have it on a spoon?

Grammaretto Tue 08-Jun-21 21:40:11

Scentia that must have been so horrible for you.

narrowboatnan Tue 08-Jun-21 18:20:18


Actually( and I’m not sure if this is weird or more probably something else) our form master made us line up and pull our skirts up to prove that we were wearing stockings and not tights , which were not allowed as they were seen as unhealthy. Hmmm! 🤔

That's actually rather shocking! 😱

Kryptonite Tue 08-Jun-21 11:39:21

Sul2 I am just the same. Just chickened out of 2nd AZ vaccination because SO anxious about the blood clot thing. As for school, I remember the days when teachers would wheel a telly from room to room so we could watch the schools programmes. One programme showed a picture of black tar in a smoker's lungs. It made such an impression on me that I was never ever tempted to even try smoking and could never understand anyone who did.

Shropshirelass Tue 08-Jun-21 09:05:57

My first day at school sitting on a small chair at a small table playing with Sticklebricks!

Froglady Tue 08-Jun-21 08:02:57


I used to move about the classroom talking to people pretending to need a pencil sharpener. One teacher told me to "get in my desk" so I opened the lid and say in the desk. She didn't appreciate me taking her literally and sent me to the head masters office. When I told him what I had done I could see him trying not to laugh.

On my sister's first teaching practice she told her pupils to 'get in their desks' and one of the children was a bit large and got stuck and they had to get the caretaker to come and take the desk apart! My sister did still go on to teach but she never forgot that lesson.

Harmonypuss Tue 08-Jun-21 07:05:09

Back in 1983, aged 15, sitting in a Sex Ed class.

The teacher was talking about homosexuality (all 1980s stereotypes in play) and said that the way to tell if a man was gay was to look at the colour of his shirt, if it was pink it was a sure sign.

Two minutes later my maths teacher, a burly, straight, married man walked into the classroom to give me a message. Yes, you guessed it... he was wearing a pastel pink shirt and the whole class was falling about laughing hysterically and he had absolutely no clue why.