The smell of the polish
I attended Lourdes Convent between 1950/60 and have more fond memories than bad ones, although the names of Miss Lamb, Mrs. Dan and Miss Loakman can still give me nightmares. I have been reading some of the memories of other girls who attended when I did, and can still smell the lovely polish they used on all the beautiful woodwork. I also remember the other not so lovely aromas coming from Mother Claire’s kitchen. I started in the old junior school and was one of the first to go into the newly built classes of what is now St. Bernadette’s School.
I was a ‘scrumper’
I am still friends with Camela Thiru who has lived in Ibiza for a time now. We keep in touch quite regularly but she’s the only one I do have any contact with from those days. I still live in Sussex and would like to say that most of my school days at Lourdes Convent were very happy ones, and the education certainly stood me in good stead for the rest of my life. I would like to remind the very nice gardener who has posted here, that he was quite correct about his suspicion of the missing fruit from his trees as I was one of those ‘scrumpers’. We needed some sustenance after Mother Claire’s inedible quinine.
Do you remember?
Do you remember schooldays at Lourdes Convent? Was the food really that awful? If you can share your memories with us, please leave a comment below.