We all have `em....... Primary schoolday memories,so how about sharing?

Maggie ... I read that lovely book too when I was about nine or ten and I identified with the heroine as my name is also Susan and I am also from the North of Englan (...although not Victorian of course!).

Do you know, Sue, I hadn’t even twigged that she was a Victorian child, I just identified with her. It goes to show that what I’ve always said is true. My childhood had a lot more in common with my grandparents’ than with my grandsons’!

My first teacher was Mrs Griffiths. I thought she was lovely. She was a substantial size and wore large floral patterned dresses. My Dad always thought it was funny that she was so big that the flowers were rhododendrons.
She had a party for us all in her own house each Christmas and her husband would dress up as a pirate and scare us all. How we loved it!
It was all so friendly and kind at that funny little school. My DGSs go to a very good school but it is huge and the relationships with the teachers seems much more distant.
PS I think nuns might have been nicer to little girls but they mentally scarred my DH for life! They were really nasty to him in lots of horrible ways whole smiling sweetly to his mother who wouldn't hear a word against them

I must add another memory from primary school days ........ the teacher reading "Wind in the Willows" to us. I so enjoyed it.

I like the references to Alison Uttley’s A Country Child, a book I also loved, after I thought I should have grown out of her Little Grey Rabbit books (though I never have grown out of them).

When my children were primary school age we tracked down the farm in Derbyshire she was writing about, and went to have a look. It was just as she described it, and the woods were just as I imagined them. A Country
Child was about her own childhood.

The books I remember being read to us at school were Milly-Molly-Mandy, the Just So Stories and a book about Marco Polo we all adored.

DanniRae I too had Wind in the Willows read to us at school. I’d arrived in England barely beginning to read then this book started me reading avidly at age eight.
At five I went to a convent school for a few months where the nuns were kind and there were TOYS to play with, so different from our mission school in Pakistan.

My first teacher in Primary 1, was Miss Ross who appeared to be about the age of my grannies - and she wore a hairnet. As I could already read and do sums, I don't remember learning anything in that class. Later, when I was a bit older, another teacher, Miss Forrest, read us a story called 'the Grammatical Kittens' which painlessly taught us the different parts of speech. The worst was Miss Reid who, when we were all singing, put her hand over my mouth and told me I was 'droning'. She also wore her fur coat in class when it was cold, although we had to leave our coats in the cloak room. Years later, I was astonished to hear that she had got married. Who, I wondered, could have married such a harridan! As we still had 'the belt' in Scotland I had my share of that punishment and was the last girl in my class in secondary school to have the belt for not doing my homework for the music teacher. A fair cop!

'A noun names a person, a place or a thing,
Archibald, Caroline, London, bird, wing'
Once learnt never forgotten. Thanks Miss Douglas!