I loved school
I went to Rottingdean Infants school and absolutely loved it, Miss Reeve was the headmistress and our class teacher was Miss Newton who was equally as lovely. I went to Rottingdean Junior School in Whiteways Lane where Mr ‘Dicky’ Darlow was Headmaster and I was very scared of him. The only teacher I can recollect that was unpleasant was Miss Hilton – I heard many years later that Mr Darlow’s wife had died and he married Miss Hilton.
Mum worked in the bakery
I remember Heather Wiley, who was very good at drawing, Alan Kitson and David Pop who used to collect butterflies and birds eggs, and had glass cases of them which they brought to school to show us all. My Mother was the cook at the ‘home made’ bakery in the High Street, it used to have a Windmill in the window. She then worked as the cook at a hotel in Rottingdean where they had a golden cocker spaniel called ‘Chippy’.
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The happiness goes on
In the Summer holidays we went to the beach every sunny day, when it was low tide we scratched about on the rocks, and at high tide we would go in swimming, happy, happy days. Last year I took my husband to what we used to call “our beach” and showed him the little play house area in the rocks, nothing had changed in that play house, even the little pool we called our washbasin. He and I picked winkles together – the first time in his life and he is 73. Next year our grandchildren will be old enough to come with us and so the happiness goes on.