Where was my heart-throb?
I don’t know where my heart-throb Johnny W. was when the photo below was taken. Perhaps he just wasn’t there that day, or maybe he joined later. His family lived in Midhurst Rise. When we started at the infants I can so very clearly recall going up to Susan Upton, and saying that I liked her and would she be my friend? I even remember that we were standing by the huge metal fence that stopped us from falling down into the Juniors’ playground which was on a lower level.
Still in touch with classmates
Susan Upton and her family moved from Lyminster to Coldean Lane and then to Devon. We lost touch for many years and then she contacted me again. She now lives in Somerset and although we haven’t seen each other for all those years since they moved we are still in communication. Susan Watts, who is next to me is still in Sussex and I met up with her only a couple of weeks ago and she reminded me how Edward Cooper always wore fair-isle tops. Sorry, Edward if you are reading this but to make you feel less self-conscious, I always had to have my hair tied away from my face with a ribbon either side as our Dad didn’t want my sister or myself to have fringes.
Police Christmas parties
Michael Griffiths and his family lived almost opposite us in Westfield Crescent, and mine, Charlie Baverstock, and Michael Bevan’s Dads were all policemen. We also used to meet up at the annual Christmas party, where we were taken to a pantomime at the Hippodrome, and then onto a tea which was usually at Wellington Road police station. Happy times and I wonder if the children of police officers are as fortunate these days in such entertainment.
Olfactory memories still vivid
When my husband and I were selling up in Brighton, the surveyor who visited was none other than Roger Marler (in the photo below) and I don’t believe that I had seen anything of him in the 17 years since we’d left Carden School. And one final reminiscence – is it only me or can anyone else identify with this? After a long dry spell don’t the pavements and roads smell just like wet playgrounds? Talking of which I was always fascinated by the shimmering heat haze that hung over the Junior playground on hot days as we came out of the door and up the steps to it.
Class 6 – 1953
I am in the second row back from the front,second right. The names are:
Back row L-R: Robert Tully, Raymond Honor, Robert Leach, Charlie Baverstock, Michael Bevan, David Read, and Michael Griffiths.
Next row down L-R: John?, ? Roger Marler, Priscilla Lewis, Audrey Coote, ? ,Janet Kipling, David Plumb, Barry Rainsford. Next row down L-R: Edward Cooper, Joyce Purcell, Gloria Scott, Linda ?or ?, Janet Kipling, Beverly Miles,,Susan Watts,,Rosemary Tullet and Raymond ?.
Front row L-R: Robin Ellis, Lesley King, Susan Upton, Janet Taylor, Carol Wood, Marlene Dyer, Jane Frost, Carol Washer and Keith Hammond.
My apologies if I have mis-named anyone. If you can recognise yourself or anyone else, please leave a comment below.
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