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The Moravian Sunday School, Fairfield Road, where I spent many a happy Sunday afternoon during the late forties and early fifties. My memories of this building however, are not so much those of my Sunday School days, but of the Friday night jumble sales which were held in the school's large hall. Jumble sales were very popular in the days of my chilhood, so much so, that I'd be sent along early to save mother a place in the long queue which often started to assemble about an hour before the doors were due to open. Some of my clothes were bought from these jumble sales, which at times was embarrassing, as more often than not they were my classmate's cast-off's. One item of clothing in particular though, I was glad to get my hands on. It was classmate David Ogden's white raincoat which I'd admired for ages, and was more than happy to use as my 'best' coat. At that time - 12yrs of age - I was mad about a girl who attended Fairfield High School, and one day, in an effort to impress her, I washed my hair in mother's washing powder to keep the wave in my hair as stiff as a board. I put on my nice 'new' white raincoat, borrowed one of our Derek's best ties, then paraded up and down outside Fairfield High School hoping she'd catch a glimpse of me as she came out of school. Which she did. Unfortunately, shortly before the school doors opened, it had started to rain and soon the 'stiff as a board' wave in my hair had melted in a sea of foam and bubbles that soaked my head, ran down the back of my neck and all over my face. As my dream girl came through the school gates, she looked at me and smiled (or laughed) I'm not sure which, and that put an end to that. * * * * * * |
