I got to thinking about my old teachers recently - no doubt they are all pushing up the daisies by now. My geography teacher, Mrs Cooper, had literally stepped out of the 20's. I swear in the 60's she was wearing the same clothes, shoes and hair style she had when she lived in Burma before the War and still thought she was there. She must have been well into her 70's and was an old cross-patch, but she did instil in me a yearning to see the world even if not from her point of view. Sister Peter - Headmistress - put me off religion - well her variety, forever; I learnt a mean cross-stitch from Mrs Mumford which was not a lot of use to me as I grew older - I can just about sew on a button now; Sister Gabriel, who despite disliking me (and I wasn't too fond of her either) managed to give me a love of French which strangely became my 'subject' and I do thank her for that. What do other Gransnetters remember of their teachers?
Good Morning Saturday 27th April 2024
Passports not in the drawer I always keep them in. Turning the place upside down.