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Hello my name is Denise. My mother and father were Sheila and John Elliott…we lived at 66 Trafalgar rd from 1960s to 1990s…my grandparents were Annie and Don Pulling who lived in Denmark Rd…my aunt’s and uncles were Alf and Jessie who lived in Crown Rd…. Michael Pulling who lived in Denmark Rd…my great grandfather and grandmother were Alfred and Mary Miles… regarding the railway accident…Billy Finch was my second cousin …. wondering if anyone remembers any of the above…. many thanks.
Hello Carol Morris, I was born at 25 Park Street & we lived there until 1959 renting from my Godmother who was Mrs Ivy Barnett who had the sweet shop further down the road. My dad was a taxi driver mum took me & my brother to the public baths across & down the road from the bus depot which was opposite our house. we moved in 1959 to Coldean. I used to play a lot in Queens Park & my Granddad lived in Tillstone St. I was 2 years old when you moved in next door so forgive me if I don’t remember you !
I went on the school trip to Russia and still have some 35mm photos I took on that trip. The report by Peter Hardstone was interesting to read. I remember it cost £60 and this was quite a burden for my parents. Also I see I was not athletic, no mention of me in the sports section, and not a great academic either getting GCE and second class diploma. Somehow I went on to grammar school, then worked at Parker Pen, went to night school, polytechnic and finally London University. Then spent the rest of my career as a Professor in the USA, semi-retiring last year.
I am trying to find any information about a Peter W. Wilson, born 1927, along with his parents Percy, who was a piano/music teacher, and Mary Ann . They lived in Maytree Walk in the 40s/50s and I think he married a girl called Daphne. I know it’s a bit of a long shot as they have all gone now. Mary Ann had another family before going on to have Peter, who we know very little of. Many thanks.
It would be good if everyone would provide dates. I was there from around 1957 to 1964 and at least once ‘top of the school’ (academically), though that might not mean much as my parents were not ambitious for me. As well as Greek, Mr B taught algebra, which was a revelation matched only later by calculus. I remember the masters mentioned and also Mr Boswell, who had a somewhat military bearing. I don’t recall Ben Saunders seeming ‘mentally scarred’ or ‘terrorising’, but rather jolly and very popular among the more popular sort of boys (remember the Land Rover and Cobber the slobber?). John Carlton was actually Carleton. I would not call Mr B a ‘sadist’, after reading some autobiographies. More robust, mens sana in corpore sano. We were encouraged to run wild and swim nude in Ashdown Forest, where Mrs B once took a photograph that someone must still have somewhere. Mr B certainly believed in the cane, but like a guide in Morocco as late as 2002 may have considered it “part of education”. He once admitted cheerfully “I got whacked hundreds of times”. Being a sensitive if scatter-brained type who would not “learn to do what you are told” I got it only five times. My next school, which felt like regressing 50 years, was not a success even if the food was better. But I scraped into Oxford (Mr B was Cantab, of course!) and in 2014 acquired a PhD in applied mathematics. I hope he would have been gratified.
A watershed moment was as a boarder in November 1963. We were having supper when Mrs B burst in and announced “Kennedy’s been shot”. The financial difficulties began about that time along with rumours of closure. When that finally happened long after I left, the place was demolished, dark green linoleum and all, and replaced by an indifferent block of flats. On a more topical sad note, we recently lost Peter Orpen, who was a bit after me, to Covid-19.
40,000 words may be too much, but as he must be an individual of local interest, something significantly shorter might be appreciated.
Side note to Jennifer Drury: You write that you: “have a good friend who has also researched the village for over 30 years. He produced a list and a map of all those buried in St Wulfran’s Churchyard”. If you can still contact him, would you ask if he has any info about a Francis Clifton buried there c 1837?