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we all had slat and chalk at school
only the slat was a very large peace of slat called the black board LOL

its the dinners that have change so much i remember haveing proper cook dinners were the cook and her staff would be in cooking at about 6 in the morning. peel and chop all fresh veggy with proper meet and not just grab a bag from the frezzer and pure in a pot of hot walter or shuff in the oven
same with custerd and rice was all mad fresh with fresh milk and not out of a tin and wormed up

you use to get proper fish not fish fingers
proper chicken not chicken burger
proper home made chips not oven chips
proper beef slice and not a lump of rubber



EDIT.........linda we had the ink wells holes in the desk but dident use them and the flap up top not like now shcool dont have desk with flap up tops thay have table

Cor Shelly....you sound ever so OLD remembering all that :-S

I only remember semolina with Jam at school , funny but I loved it most kids hated it.,used to make the semolina pink first before I eat it !!


Its lovely here today...Maddie good girl for doing your exercise so early, :-S

Had two invitations to weddings this morning , now how about that , one in Cheshire Petes niece in November, and one in Liskard Cornwall .

So looks like two new outfits are required !! :-0

Hello Dermot.......yes so true , I can remember a wooden block duster that rubbed chalk off the board , must have had some sort of leather or shammy attached, it often got chucked at the odd boy out of order :-( :-(

Agatha,

Just a thought ....maybe that little girl was doing some homework !! and her mother could'nt answer so off she toddled to you for the answer

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Please give me Oscar for a day :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

I Love Semolina, I still make it.
Your desks sound much nicer than the grey plastic tables and chairs they had at my school, and we had a self service canteen, with fish fingers and Burgers.
yours sounds better.
You might be right Marilyn, but I just can't imagine her Majesty with a bag of crisps

We had wooden desks with lids that lifted up, each desk had an inkwell full of black ink. If we forgot our fountain pens we had to use the school pens........ they were just a bit of wood with a nib stuck on the end.

All the teachers threw the wooden board cleaner (we called it a rubber) at us.

The only school dinner I liked was cheese and tomato flan, the other meals were horrible......... the veg was never cooked properly and the meat was always fatty. The puddings were all lovely though........... I even liked the lumpy custard.

Morning all !

Boy it's nice to read all the tales from you OLD FOLKS.......I don't remember the things you mention..

Aw Sh*t my nose has just banged on the Computer Screen :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Been busy chasing my bum doing five million things at once. :-( :-( :-( :-( :-(

I suppose the natural cycle of events is like that.......sailing along nicely....and then a blinking big storm :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P

Having a coffee a a relax just now :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Hello there All .crickey I remember the the wooden block duster .our art teacher [ lady] was always throwimg it at the class .she was a big lady .you didnt argue with her lol you are making me hungry all these meals & goodies .not a curry fan .do like Chili con. carne . there is so much to read on here. Maddie tired just reading your post ,you have so much energy x Have a good Day ~~~~~~~~~ Cheery Barbra x not old Stephen j u .w .g y a p t :-P

Just wondered if anyone as ever heard of a secret garden in Falmouth .just off the main rd .there was a bar > dance room .& live entertainment & a carousel outside were folks sat round & enjoyed there evening .found it a few years ago on holiday .it was pitched black along the path to it .we followed some people & boy was iy worth the find .really enjoyed it . All replies care of Barbra . :-D

Hi Barbra ,
I have been to Falmouth a few times ,but cant for the life of me know about the secret gardens.....oh what have I missed .??? :-S

Just curious now what does j.u.w gyapt mean ? :-D

Just you wait get you at play time .ref school .think will google see if i can find THe Garden ..it was there honest :-S .com
Better go.to local shops .ours close at lunchtime on a wednesday Bye

Do you mean Carwinion Garden Barbra

Linda I came from the poor part of Willesden we didnt even have a bathroom and we had an outside Loo

school . we did have wooden desk with ink wells and wooden pens with a brass nib in and a piece of blotting paper.our black boards where on easels and white chalk was used on them.the toilets were outside across the playground. It was not so in my Church of England school the toilets were inside. but then it was a one story building.with a tiny playground. our teacher was one who had red hair and a temper to match it. she threw anything at you book. rulers chalk.
I dont recall any school dinners. but then it was during the war ( and before anyone says anything not the 1st world war.)
we had black knickers with elasticated legs and a pocket to keep your hankerchief in had to mention that.

welcome back Dermot I wondered where you were. ?

I have been into Town this morning had my hair done as I looked in the mirror I said to Daninella my hair dresses I go greyer every time I come here. we had a laugh, she said maybe but your hair is nice and thick.
she is off to Scotland at the weekend for two weeks to her mother and Fathers they live in Caithness.

Rita

I hated school dinners!
I blame my phobia of rice pudding on school dinners. Even thinking about rice pudding can make me throw up :-P :-P :-P

Pat my OH has an aversion to mashed potato and blames school dinners for it. I tell him to get over it :-( It was more than 40 years ago and I don't leave lumps in mine :-D

Rita - black knickers? - no, we never had them either as far as I remember & if we had, mother wouldn't dare hang them out to dry. Embarrassing!

Nor did we have school busses - on yer bike for five miles each way, hail, rain or snow. Then farm work in the evenings & at weekends. No fast food according to my mother in our house but she said she'd cook our meals as fast as she could.

And what meals! Practically everything home produced except for the tea leaves I suppose. No dodgy cucumbers either. Farm fresh was no lie; no on-line grocery orders & no use-by-date worries with a family of five plus, for a while, two grandparents. Just as well we had a big dining table. Eating a meal 'from your lap' wasn't invented then!

Now - who’d like a soft-boiled egg & toasted over the open turf fire soldiers for breakfast tomorrow? You’ll have to collect the eggs from the chicken coop first. Beware of that highly strung gander parading around the yard since 5am - he surely can bite unexpectedly.

The True Bear Story.

A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning....

Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table.
He looks into his small bowl. It is empty.. 'Who's been eating my porridge?' he squeaks.

Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair.. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?!?' he roars.

Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots?

It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The newspaper and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.

'It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat's litter tray, gave them their food, and refilled their water.

'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-arses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence. Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once....

'I HAVEN'T MADE THE BLODY PORRIDGE YET!!'

Dermot that was so funny, made me laugh

When I was at primary school one of our teachers would ring a little bell if she wanted the class to be quiet. In seniors my geography teacher threw the board rubber or bits of chalk at the boys, he also had a walking stick which he would slam down on the desk if someone wasn't paying attention

I didn't like school dinners much, lumpy grey mashed potato yuk

Had a few showers today, and sunny bits
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Damp dark and showery here too Yvonne. I put the waashing out but might regret it eh?

Got the shopping we wanted spent too much money, of course. Got hubby some wine and beer. I treated myself to some new sandals, not cheap but vey comfortable.

Just looked out and it's heaving !!! The washing can stay out. It's too cold and wet to get it in.

Be back later.

Linda :-) <3

off to peel potatos, got bangers and mash for tea

back later
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There's a website www.lilyholtroad
Its the Benwick Website, my grandprents came from there and there are loads of old school photo's on there, some are ancient, just thought I would say incase anyone wants a look.