Started in the old building
I went to St John’s School when it was in the old building, then moved up the hill about one hundred yards to the brand new infants school, before going to the ‘big’ school across the road. I always remember the headmaster’s huge study where one would get severely berated before getting a whack with a strap or cane, I think his name was Mr Hambridge. He was followed by a very meek and mild Mr Avery. Talk about chalk and cheese.
Playing on the building site
As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, it was a quick run across the road to explore the building site which is now the police station. There was usually a couple of lorry loads of sand delivered where the entrance is now, it was a huge pile, like a pyramid. I remember that we used to see how far up the scaffolding we dare climb, before launching ourselves out into the void. At the time it must have been about fifteen feet, but in the playground the next day, retelling and pointing across at the nick, it got higher and higher.
Going full circle
After leaving St John’s juniors, it was the next move up the hill, ‘the really big school’ which was Queen’s Park. Everything stemmed from Carlton Hill, all education for anyone from that area. I went full circle; I was in Tarnerland Nursery, St John’s infants, St John’s juniors, up the hill to Queen’s Park, then back down the hill for five years at Art and Design college. My whole world evolved around that hill, for a while anyway; happy days.
Do you remember?
Did you attend St John’s School? Do you have memories of the Carlton Hill area? If you can share your memories with us, please leave a comment below.