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Can anyone recall the day men from Mars visited us? Someone shouted "there's a green man on the tips" and we all ran out of the gates tosee. The teachers had a tough time trying to round us up.

Chris Dixon

I also remember theMartians landing. Other memories include doing the Christmas Nativityplay in the "Stute"; Daring to go down "Dead Dog Alley"; and a "mad" woman in one of the terraces off Castleton Street throwing buckets of water over us on our way home from school.

David Cutts

I remember nature classes and being tasked with some of the other rogues i.e. John McCabe, and others with obtaining tadpoles and newts from down the swamp. Coming home was a nightmare mudded up as hell, getting a "thank you" from the teacher - Mr Coleman? - and a clout from me mam for being scruffy at school.

Alan Stevenson

REMEMBER THE TEACHERS

Mr Gent (Headteacher)

Mr Walters

Mr Smith

Mrs Francis

Mr Proctor

Mr McQuillan

Miss Miller

Miss Gamble

Batty Balfour

Mr Helliwell

Mr Prichard)

Miss White

Miss Masson

Mr Palmer

Mr Bluman (Caretaker)

I remember what seemed like a long walk to Muskham Street for swimming lessons and then getting back to school late for dinner. And if it rained we got back to school just as wet as when we got out of the pool! And those school dinners!! I remember that they were delivered by van in big containers - didn't they come from kitchens on St Matthias Road off Carlton Road where the Co-op now stands?

Tony Binder

I remember the hall where we had to eat school dinners (semolina- yuk - rice pud), perform school plays, have assembly P.E. andchoir practice. Summers in the playground with Mayday and the Maypole, football and rounders. Marbles at break, sometimes snobs. Conkers in the autumn and long slides made in the playground on winter ice.

The playcentre with ludo, draughts and the "Magic Robot" quiz game. 3D stereoscope viewers - still around but now in colour.

Mick Harvey

In 1958 I remember being crowned Maypole Queen complete with pink sash. I had to ride on a lorry through Nottingham. Also, kissing my first boyfriend in the kitchen of his house (yes we could name him but no embarrassing revelations here).

Ann Waring

Can you remember those Christmas parties? Denise Shaw can and having to bring in an empty Fray Bentos tin as her mam didn't have any glass dishes. Having to stick a plaster on your spoon with your name on it so it couldn't be pinched. Singing hymns from the hymn roll hung on the wall - can you remember how it used to squeak?

Denise Shaw

Put 2 Bosseyed Kippers together and what do you get? Some great memories.

Filling ink wells with horrible octopus ink, pink blotting paper and blue carbon paper. The slipper hamper with the size on the plimsolls written in red. Lots of balls of red wool and wooden knitting needles. School playcentre for an hour after school. The big red medicine balls that seemed to way a tonne. A wicker basket with lots of clothes in it - "Oh soldier soldier won't you marry me with your musket, fife and drum. Oh no sweet maid I cannot marry you for I have no
clothes to put on." And not a happy ending no matter how many nice clothes you
found in the basket!!

Dancing lessons in the hall. Waltzs, reels and barn dances. Games in the yard including farmers in his den, rum stick a bum here I come and bluebird bluebird through my window. Whip and top, snobs, hopscotch, conkers and marbles.

Chris Dixon and Denise Shaw

Didn't most of the blotting paper find its way into the ink wells?

Tony Binder

Those Martians Again

I was in the playground when they landed and a kid came staggering in holding his neck saying he had been shot by Martians. We asked him where they were and he said at the swamp. At this it seems like the entire school population swarmed out of the playground and headed off to see the Martians. When we arrived near where they were supposed to be the flood of kids came to a stop and around half a dozen of us were sort of elected to go and see if we could get near to the Martians and see if it was true. Bright we might not have been but we were brave. Even believing that they had shot the lad we crept towards the Martians, they turned out to be frogmen - pretty scary looking frogmen in all their tackle. One of them picked up a handful of slag and threw it at us and told us to "p**** off." At which we all turned around screaming that they were now shooting at us. We ran as fast as our little legs would carry us back to the safety of the school playground followed by the rest of the school also screaming that the Martians were shooting at us. Truly happy days.

I also remember the day in class when I was in the infants and one of the lads swore and the teacher turned round and asked him "what did you say?" Of course he said nothing in reply so she asked again and still he didn't answer, so being really naive and wanting to be little miss helful I said please Miss, he said "******" Was I thanked for my helpfulness? No I was not. Instead the pair of us were marched down to the cloakroom and we both had our mouths washed out with that awful red carbolic soap. That was the first and last time I ever tried to help a teacher!

Margaret Cutts now Perkins