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Thursday, 26 July 2012
SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER...
Regular readers will have heard me witter on about my old primary
school from time to time. It's due for demolition in about a year, although
it's currently housing pupils from another school while a new building is
being constructed for them to move into.
However, the school on which I've previously waxed eloquent was
not the first one I attended. No, before that, when I lived in a different
neighbourhood, I was the pupil of another educational establishment
for which I also have a warm, nostalgic affection.
'Twas in this very school that enthralled pupils discussed TV shows
like THE SINGING, RINGING TREE and ROBINSON CRUSOE, on
the mornings after they were first broadcast back in the '60s. We enthused
about SUPERCAR, FIREBALL XL5 and STINGRAY on our TV screens,
and also in the pages of TV CENTURY 21, which was then a new
Ah, happy memories of days gone by! It was therefore sad to see,
while passing it the other night, that the bulldozers had begun their work
of obliterating it from the face of the earth. I knew it was due to happen,
but I had been informed (wrongly) that it wouldn't be 'til October, and
had entertained hopes of getting access to take some photos and
record it for posterity.
Fortunately, I had managed to get photos of the place some years
back, although the camera I used wasn't as good as my current one and
the pictures were of average quality. That's why I was eager to repeat the
procedure - so that I could hopefully obtain some superior images.
Alas, it was destined not to be.
However, I suppose I can still seek solace in my stock of older photos,
as well as in the many happy recollections stored away in the cupboards
of memory, ready to be accessed at a moment's notice whenever I once
again want to walk down the first school corridors of my childhood.