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Back row L-R: Andrew Carter, Vincent Busk, David Harris, Peter Harrow, David Sutton, Andrew Sloggett (me), Neil Haywood, Robin Taylor, Philip Wady, John Downer, David Howes, Graham Openshaw, Roger Moores.
Middle row L-R: Lesley Revel, Jean Fearnes, Noreen Dudeney, Jennifer Wilson, Barbara Phibbs, Linda Holmwood, Sarah Donald, Sharon Westlake, Nicole Bacher, Carol Collier, Linda Turner, Elizabeth Olten, Jill Bowden.
Front row L-R: Howard Leathleen peering around Andrew Grant, Steven ?, Terry Ashdown, John Denby, Peter Coombes, Timothy Shadbolt, Valerie Price, Linda Evans, Elizabeth Blaine, Andrew Guppy, Philip Sidney, character peering around from the side – unknown, Christopher Sherin.
With thanks to Phillip Sidney whose mother wrote all the names on the back of the photograph.
The class photographed here is the 1955 school intake cohort, just starting their second year of school. It was a very happy school with Miss Wanda taking the junior class. She was Polish, and after leaving the school went to work with Eskimo communities in Greenland or Newfoundland. Mrs Newton (pictured) was in charge of the senior class. Both were very nice, as was the headmistress Miss Reeve, who later became headmistress at a Saltdean school. As for us children, after leaving this school, we nearly all went to Rottingdean Junior School in Whiteways Lane, headed by the ferocious Mr Darlow.
Rottingdean Infants was a very happy start to our school lives. Most of us learnt to read there.
A very basic building
The school was basic but none of us minded that.The outside toilets were primitive. The main classroom was heated by a central stove, with fireguards around it. Two classes were taught in that large room – one at each end. On cold days we huddled around the stove. We shrieked and laughed and fell over and skinned our knees playing cowboys in the playground – at least the boys did – we didn’t allow girls to join in. What the girls played I have no idea, but a fair amount of skipping went on. We walked in a crocodile down the High Street, past Cruse’s Stores, to the Village Hall for our lunch.
Do you remember?
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