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Didn't have one at primary school, we used ask the butcher to help us get across. Presume he got fed up doing it as school informed us we weren't allowed to bother him any more. No worries about our safety! But this was the sixties.
Lollipop man at my children's school was a miserable old sod. Not surprising, given the princesses in 4 by 4s who would regularly give him grief.

I went to infant and primary school and left in 1963. I can still remember the lollipop man who was called Mr Eckersley. I couldn't tell you the names of most of my teachers but for some reason his name sticks in my memory.

He was always smiling and happy and all the kids loved him. I used to walk to school initially with my brother who was 5 years older than me, then when he left to go to secondary school, I walked to school with my friends. I don't ever remember my parents taking me to school as my father started work very early and my mother probably left for work same time I left for school.

It was probably about a mile from my house to the school but I used to love walking there. Nobody I knew had a car in those days so all the children walked to school. A lot different from how things are now.

I fondly remember 'Stanley' who was our Lollipop Man at my Junior School in the 70's, which was located across a very busy main road - one that really wouldn't have been safe to cross by ourselves. My Mum certainly would never have given me the independence to walk to school alone if it wasn't for the knowledge that we were being looked after at this dangerous point in the journey. He was never without a cheery chat and a smile for everyone - regardless of the weather and knew everyone's names. He really was a gem - they don't make them like that anymore!

I remember moving to Edenbridge, Kent in 1976, when I was in what is now called Year 2 at Primary School. Initially, my mum used to walk me to school (about a mile from our home) and then, as I grew older, I would walk to school alone. There were a couple of zebra crossings I had to cross, but outside the school was a lollipop man, Mr Startup. Come rain or shine, winter or summer he would be there every morning and every afternoon to see the pupils across the road. I remember him being a really friendly lollipop man, who reminded me of my granddad. He knew all the children by name and was always cheerful. I certainly only have happy memories of this lollipop man.

About 20 years ago, I worked for the local council. Our office was an old bank and we kept the Lollipop Ladies clothes in the old bank vault, which always caused great hilarity when they came to collect new uniforms. Also, we once supplied a set to the local panto! My sons had the loveliest Lollipop Man, sadly he finished his shift then dropped dead in his own front garden one day. The kids were all heartbroken. Now due to council cutbacks, in most Fife schools, the janitor does the lollipop duties too!

My mum was a lollipop lady in the 60's..she did it because it fitted in with school hours. I remember times she came home soaked through to the skin. The kids loved her. She then went on to run a successful business :-)

I didn't know our lollipop lady well, as a child you don't really take much notice, but as i grew and had children of my own i would see her manning the crossing for the next generation (i had moved and my children went to a different school) now i'm a grandmum and i still see her seeing the children across the road, she is a part of my history and she makes me smile.

We had a lollipop lady when I was at school in Cambridge, probably the mid to late 1970s...I don't remember her name but she did a great job getting us across the road in safety. I saw a lollipop lady only last week in Cambs and the memories came flooding back...

The caretaker at our primary school in the 1950's was our 'Lollipop Man' - well respected by Mums and children alike. He had the four-times daily task of seeing us across a very busy main road to get to school, as many children went home to lunch in those days. Sadly, he was hit by a car one day, doing his job, standing between the traffic and the children. He recovered, but walked with a limp forever afterwards, still remaining as our caretaker. True dedication.

My Mum was a lollipop lady for years in the 70`s. I think it was easier then than it is now as there was definetly less traffic. Most kids did seem to walk to school then though and Mum got to know so many people. I used to hate going out shopping with her as she knew so many it would take ages to get down the high street. she used to make us laugh telling us that even some of the dogs and cats stopped for her to get them across the road safely.
Still not sure if she was just winding us up or not.

I had a sneaking admiration for our local lollipop man, Reg. He took his duties very seriously and would brook no nonsense from the mad drivers he had to deal with. He'd keep particularly awkward ones waiting just as long as he possibly could, and fix them with his gimlet stare. After several complaints to the management, he was relieved of his lollipop following a close and brutal encounter between his lollipop and someone's car bonnet. I missed him.

The lollipop lady at our village school was, I swear, a fire breathing dragon! She was also a dinner lady at the school, and if you didn't finish your cold cabbage or gristly meat she would make you sit there until either it was eaten or the bell rang for the end of dinner time. I was terrified of her - and I wasn't the only one! Living, as I did, in a small community, any misdemeanour was reported by this harradon to your parents. She was the reason why I refused to progress from the brownies to the guides - she was the guide leader! I shall never forget her. Miss Hanniford, was her name.

We moved to a hamlet near Horncastle, Lincs in 2000. We decided that it would be an excellent place to raise our children when we saw the front page headline of our new local newspaper.

'Horncastle School due to lose lollipop lady, up in arms' was about the gist of it. The Headmaster took over the duty for a while.

My first school had a rota of Mums. I found out later that they all laughed with my mother, over the fact that I never recognised a single one of them in the uniform. I used to wonder how they all knew my name!

Mr Cuthbert Lund was our lollipop man when I started school in 1958 at St Margaret's School in Durham City. He had three roads to patrol, at a busy crossroads approached round a bend in the road past the school.
Mr Lund would be in his late 60s, I guess, but was still very active and always seemed to have a smile and a few words for the pupils. The Infants came out at 3.30 and the Juniors at 4.00, so he was there for quite a long time each afternoon, as well as each morning.
Of course, there was nothing like the amount of traffic then and it was accepted that, once you moved into the Juniors at age 7, you walked home without your mum coming to meet you; our parents knew we were taken safely across the only busy roads on our route by Mr Lund.

In the days before 'street view' I sometimes collected our grandchildren from junior school. They had a really nice lollipop man (pensioner) who took his responsibilities very seriously. He seemed to know every child and even though we did not need to cross he also greeted our GC by name as we passed. Looking at the school on 'satellite view' one day I spotted that it had snapped him in the middle of the road (distinctive by the shadow of his lollipop). My daughter mentioned this to the Headmaster later who delighted his pupils by announcing that their 'friend' could be viewed from space.

Lollypop men and ladies are definitely unsung heros. There are 3 schools very close together near where I live. With so many children trying to cross roads at the same time our lollypop man does an amazing job. It makes me feel safe to know he is there.

We had Lollypop men and ladies.Remember the Lollypop was stored behind the school wall and they always had full uniform on,hat and coat
Think they do a great job out in all weather's and guess from the shortage not paid very well.

Our Lollipop lady was there when i started school in 1970 and still there when my daughters went to school. She was a stern lady and really not very friendly. Certainly not child-friendly. Anyway when i moved back to the area 4 years ago i popped to the local shop and there and behold was our old lolly-lady, unfortunately she had dementia and was disorientated, she couldn't remember where she lived. I recalled it being a few doors away from the shop. I walked her back and her husband said she was not allowed out on her own, she must of "escaped". Bless her she died shortly after that.

My dinner lady in school was also my lollipop lady after school. She remembered everyone's names and genuinely cared for everyone. I still see her on occasion now and she hasn't forgotten me at all

I remember lollipop ladies and men from my childhood but they didn't feature greatly as we tended to use pelican crossings in my area. In the area I live in now, I still regularly see lollipop ladies/men escorting children and parents across roads where automated crossings are not available. I suppose it depends on the area, the need of the local community and funding available!

We had a lollipop lady at nursery, can't remember her name now though...

But she was fantastic with all the kids, she'd sing songs with them as they crossed the round, knew their birthdays, would hold their hands etc They all loved her.

Even the older kids liked having her around and would all go out of their way to say hello to her if they saw her out & about, at shops etc

Do they still have them? They should do, safety and fun!

Our lollipop man was so kind. I was a shy and awkward child and he was always so kind and gentle in his greeting. It was great for me to see that friendly face every school day.

For many years the local lollipop man or lady used to store their lolipop tucked out of the way behind my parents hedge. We used to check every morning to see that it was gone so that my mother knew she did not need to take us to the first roundabout and cross us over. We always knew then that threre would be someone at the main road outside our school to cross us over there.
In th 50's and 60's it was very unusual for parents to actually take their children to school or collect them so lollipop men and women were essential parts of the community.

When my son was five, 45 years ago, a call was put out from his then school for a Lollipop person to usher children across an extremely busy "A" road through the town. At the time there was no by-pass so it was imperative help was sought. As my late husband would only allow me to find work that fitted in with school hours he agreed that I could commit myself to this. Three times a day I, mornings and lunch-times (twice) and in the afternoons, I crossed the little cherubs over. Several times the notebook and pencil had to come out of my over-large coat pocket - I stood at my tallest, five foot then, with a cap that constantly tipped over one eye! The police would occasionally accept the problem but I was never sure where it would end up.

Five years later we moved to a more rural, but equally busy road area where I crossed them over not one but two roads at a road crossing. I have to say the rat-run was never as bad but the drivers considered themselves beyond reproach! Until we moved again six years later I was still there but by then I had had enough of increasingly bad attitudes and consideration.

The lollipop lady who mans the crossing outside the school where I still work is fabulous. She knows everyone, and is a real part of the community. The only downside is that it can take a while to get across the road because inevitably the conversation can go on and on!