Lenton Junior School (1932-1969)
Lenton Council Boys & Lenton Council Girls (1901-1932)

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Memories

Barbara Sinclair (Nee Shelton) - England
At the outset of the Second World War I had reached the age of 6 1/2 years and my family lived on Park Street Lenton.

During the war I remember going to Lenton Primary School and if there was an air raid because there was not enough shelters at the school some of us used to have to run home and I was one of them.

During one of these raids I was on my way home with shrapnel from the anti aircraft guns falling down around me when a bomb landed on the church but did not explode and another landed where Clements Piano warehouse was. It was believed the Germans were after the Ordnance factory or the Power Station.

Other memories of the war were of the rationing in particular the sweets ration, my mother used to only get our sweet ration once a month, and during this time when we had the sweet we would gain extra friends!

Another memory of the war was the National Food Restaurant in the church hall on Church Street, where I used to go and get two puddings instead of school dinners. This was not supposed to be allowed as you were only supposed to get one but we somehow got around the rules.

Tony Ashford - England

ALBERT NORRIS - From Lenton Listener Issue No. 47 - August/September 1987
I started at Lenton Infant School on Lenton Boulevard in May 1909 at the age of 5 and remained there for a year after which I crossed the road to the Boys' School and stayed there for the next seven years.

In those days we were summoned to school by the First bell, which rang out from the tower at ten minutes to nine. The Second bell sounded at nine, by which time we had put our coats in the cloakroom and lined up in the hall for morning prayers and a bible reading. The doors to the hall were firmly shut and latecomers had to wait outside. Following the readings and a brief talk by Miss Herod, the headmistress, on the need to be kind to each other or some other similar theme, the latecomers were marched in to receive one stroke of the strap for being late. I found the idea of kindness to others hard to reconcile with the stinging slap from the strap.

As an infant I started in the 'babies' class with Miss Burrows, a very nice lady, but soon moved on to other classes where boys and girls were taught separately. It was now that the 'fun' stopped. Discipline was by means of the taws, a leather thonged strap, which when applied to the hand by an expert (and all the teachers were experts). It really warmed you up on a winter's day. The taws would hang at the side of the teacher's desk as a visual reminder to potential wrongdoers. Much was taught by repetition. Ten minutes in the morning to learn our tables and ten minutes before going home. Poetry, prose, Bible readings etc. were all learned in similar fashion. This approach evidently produced results, as I can not recall anyone eventually leaving school unable to read, write or calculate.

The hall was used for singing, PT, talks by the headmistress, clergy, police and local bigwigs - all occasions, which meant a welcome break from the daily grind. In cases of serious misbehaviour you were sent to stand in the hall, with hands on head, until the headmistress could deal with you. This could mean the cane or a spell in the 'darkroom', a room, with no windows, under the bell tower. You were put in there and the door locked. This practice, however, was eventually abandoned after a girl was locked in there and forgotten until her mother reported her as missing to the police.

We took our own lunch to school - bread and dripping or lard, with the occasional treat such as a ring of polony (a sausage like meat in a red skin). Our drink was water from the school tap using the communal metal drinking cup attached with a strong chain. Personal hygiene was often not a high priority with many families in those days. Fleas and head lice were common occurrences and the toothcomb was in daily use at our house to see if we had 'picked anything up'. A clinic lady, known as 'Nitty Liz' came around periodically and examined heads. Another visitor was the dentist and scores of children would subsequently be herded off to the 'butcher' of Clarendon Street. The doctor also made his appearance and another contingent would be selected for the removal of tonsils. Most of us survived those times, but they were hard. I, for one, am pleased to see an educational system in operation that is far kinder to our present day school children.

In 1910 I moved in to the Boys' school and the old photograph on the centre pages of Issue 44 (Lenton Listener 1987) brought the memories flooding back. For there I am, with the hand of Miss Broughton, our teacher, on my shoulder. Oh my, how I suffered for that! It led to me being designated 'teacher's pet' by fellow classmates and having to bear many thumps and pinches. Why dear teacher picked on me I know not, for I merited a goodly portion of her taws, the infliction of which she was an artist. In fact, other teachers would send their pupils to her for a dose of 'hot hand'.

There was no hall in the Boys' School and so all mass efforts took place in the schoolyard. I remember particularly Empire Day, which was a great morning of song, marching, saluting .the flag etc., to which our parents were invited. At morning and afternoon playtimes the yard was a hive of activity. Fights were settled, marbles won and lost, cigarette card games flourished and leap frog, rumstick and a bum were frequent pastimes. Other 'out of school' activities took place when we walked across to the Gregory Ground on Derby Road to play cricket or up to the school garden on Mills Lane (off Park Road) which was cultivated as part of the War effort. The girls, whose school was adjacent to ours, had cookery lessons in a building near the caretaker's house on Lenton Boulevard. They used to make soup and pudding, which was on sale to local folk to help out the wartime rationing. Large jug of soup could be bought for two pence.

I wish I could name all the lads on that photograph, but a few I do recall. Big Boy Bonser (1st from the left on the back row), who had to sit at teacher's desk because he was such a big lad. Others are Les Pearson, Ted Wray, Harold Perry, Les Walkerdine, a lad called Stainsby, Ted Adderly, Sid Staples, Henry Trengrove, Eric Farrands, Ernie Loddington, Harold Jackson and Leslie Bexon.

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