Making daisy chains
I lived in Woodingdean as a young girl in the 1950s. We lived for a while in a council bungalow in Crescent Drive North. We later moved into a bungalow near the bottom of Crescent Drive South, which my father named after myself and brother and sister ‘Lingatina’, Linda, Gary and Tina. I went to Mrs Jenner’s school for a while but did not like it. I remember being rapped on the knuckles when I made a mistake playing the piano. Better memories of sitting in a meadow with the other children, making daisy chains.
Woodingdean Methodist Church
Later I went to Rudyard Kipling School, which I loved. Mrs Ferner was an amazingly good music teacher and I remember playing the cello and also singing in the choir. There was a great atmosphere in the school and we had great trips, including a residential trip when we went to Burwash. We went to the Methodist Church and my mother was involved in the running of the Youth Club.
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A good place to grow up
I knew Susan Webb and Janet Cox at that time. We spent hours making up sketches which we thought would be suitable for the radio; we recorded them on a reel to reel tape recorder. Susan went to Varndean Grammar School for Girls with me. She was really good at the piano. Her father had a greengrocer’s shop, in KempTown I think. Woodingdean was a good place to be a young child, especially in the summer with The Downs, the park and the grassy area near the Methodist Church where we could play to our heart’s delight.