Jill Sparrow

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  1. Well said Margie!! All life is to be respected and I would never deliberately kill anything. I don't understand the anger and violence within some people that compels them to kill, whether people, animals or any form of life for their own gratification.
  2. I'm sure I'm not alone in my irritation at the use of the word 'like' which so many people use in their conversations these days. For example: "I was like really upset..." or "I was like, what do you think you're doing?" If drives me to distraction! I have great difficulty in restraining myself because I want to shake people who do it and ask why they can't speak properly. Where on earth did this irritating vogue originate and why has it become so widespread? I despair, also, over those whose every other word is an expletive. Don't they realise how tedious they are? English is the language o
  3. I find language endlessly fascinating but must admit that English would not be the most logical of languages for a non English-speaking person to learn. Whoops, there's a hyphen in there! I always loved Latin and its logical sentence construction. So much simpler. Never keen on French though!
  4. I had the choice of attending Mundella when I passed the 11 plus but it was too far from my home. Several of my peers from primary school went there. Although we had houses at Manning, many of us felt it fell into two camps really: us, the pupils and them, the teaching staff. Sometimes people ask whether there was any bullying. There wasn't, except by the staff. That may simply be my perception but I've met many females who attended Manning before I did and it seems to be a perception we all share.
  5. My late father was a crossword addict, as is my sister but neither could spell which made the doing of them slightly difficult. My father, who always had an answer for everything, argued that John Milton couldn't spell either. Of course, he was correct. Many of the spellings we today regard as American can be found routinely in Milton's work. English spelling had not, in his time, been standardised. If you really want me to get on my soapbox, someone mention the use...or abuse...of the apostrophe! On the subject of tv presenters, the only one I'm really interested in is the extremely persona
  6. Grey flannel knickers at Manning too, Margie. To be worn at all times under the uniform. Knicker inspections were regular and any girl caught mot sporting them was in trouble! I did hear that one girl was expelled for running a pair up the school flagpole! A comment, perhaps?
  7. There are many third world countries where it isn't considered elitist and, if one wishes to hear English spoken correctly nowadays, those would be the places to find it! Sad but true.
  8. Mum told me they spent a lot of time learning to do domestic chores. Washing, ironing, housework etc. Given the times, the expectations of most girls didn't stretch beyond marriage and a family. They read a lot of poetry too and she enjoyed botany. Quite an eclectic mix of subjects. We did very little domestic science at Manning and I admit to being clueless at cooking but then food has never been of much interest to me...wine, yes...but I'm quite happy with a cheese sandwich! Even I can't ruin that!
  9. The situation today has reached a crisis. Very few people want to teach. I don't blame them! I wouldn't go back to it now for all the tea in China. When there's a dearth of applicants, you have to make do with what is available. As for standards of written English and nursery nurses, don't get me started on that one!
  10. Fly2, in order to come down hard on poor use of English, it is necessary to be able to recognise the errors. Have you listened to some primary teachers recently? I have and it's cringeworthy! When I trained to be a teacher...many moons ago...things were very different.
  11. It was my own fault, Ben. I chose to go there, against my mother's advice. I was too young to work on Woolworths biscuit counter, so it seemed like a reasonable way of filling the time. How wrong can you be? My mum was really lucky. Missed the 11 plus equivalent in 1937 due to illness, sent to Guilford Girls School on Bar Lane in Basford. What happens 2 years later? War breaks out! Part time school from then onwards. She said that some of her lessons were held at the home of a teacher who lived on Bar Lane but if any girl needed the toilet, they had to walk up to the school as the old battle
  12. I believe that Brincliffe Girls' Grammar was absorbed by the Manning after I left which would have meant a rise in numbers and possibly the bringing back into service of those houses which had fallen into disuse. I couldn't say. I do know that, by this time, the writing was on the wall for grammar schools and Manning was about to become a comprehensive. Many of the long serving battleaxes left in protest. Eventually it became necessary to utilise the quadrangle space as additional classrooms or so I was told. I was never tempted to go back and have a look. Oddly enough, I still dream about
  13. We had a sort of Roll of Honour board for former head girls at Manning. One was a Katrina Sparrow so, of course, people tended to assume we were related. Not to my knowledge either then or now. However, it was often alluded to, especially as I speedily acquired the reputation of not exactly being the most team-spirited, sociable or even remotely interested girl in the school. My father was a bit put out at the thought of a Sparrow getting into a position of leadership where they'd be expected to toe the line and provide an example to other girls. Our Sparrows run like hell from anything like
  14. I was looking for information on Garden Street in Radford and up popped Nottstalgia! It was brilliant. I think you are all wonderful!
  15. Yes, Chulla, Manning Girls also used Noel Street baths for weekly swimming. Trekked there and back in all weathers we did. Hated it! The smell of chlorine mixed with mints and vending machine hot chocolate rushed out to greet you in the entrance lobby. Not that we were allowed to partake of that. There was no eating and drinking whilst wearing the school uniform in a public place! Manning girls didn't wear conventional ties but had red and white striped Petersham ribbon instead. To show one's pride in one's house, one was expected to wear a house badge of the appropriate colour. This had to
  16. Also remember the annual traipse to Victoria Baths in Sneinton for the swimming gala. Having the distinction of the only girl in the entire school who never learned to swim, my services were thankfully not called upon. However, the rest of us were still required to sit in the gallery and watch. I can still recall the acrid stench of the starting pistol which mingled with the stifling aroma of chlorine. Terminal boredom! There were those who, carried away by it all, hung perilously over the balcony, yelling their support for various girls but I was content to loiter at the back and read a book!
  17. I also recall house games, immediately prior to the Christmas holidays. Gathering in the school gym, together with house mistresses, we all sat on the floor and played pass the parcel, charades and other such activities. I remember feigning illness and sloping off to the sick bay where, wrapped in a brown Witney blanket, I had a nice snooze on the Dickensian looking couch and left the silly beggars to it! That sort of thing didn't appeal to me!
  18. The Manning Grammar School, during my period of incarceration at least, sported four houses: St David's, yellow; Armagh, green; Canterbury, red and Edinburgh, blue. Prior to my arrival, there had been more houses, including Ely, but these were defunct by 1969 when I darkened their door and existed only on the various Rolls of Honour of earlier female achievers dotted about the place. I was allocated St David's and we were all supposed to wear a daffodil on 1st March! St David's was noted for achievement in the Arts. I won the speech and drama competition several years in succession but was
  19. During a rare ten minutes when there was time for a chat, my colleagues at work and I got onto the subject of our parents. I was saddened and at times horrified to hear some of the comments they made. From being tolerated only because they provided free childcare to complete avoidance because of childhood abuse, some of their stories made me wince. It also made me realise how very lucky I am to be able to say that my experience was totally different. At Christmas, I often overhear people moaning about having to invite a parent round to share the festivities or feeling constrained to go and v
  20. Molly, likewise. Only those with impeccable references, six tins of tuna and a large bag of IAMS need apply.
  21. I wouldn't ask him round again. Moggie obviously doesn't like him!
  22. While lunching in Derby with my sister recently, she said she needed to go to Waitrose for some shopping. I told her there was no Waitrose in Derby city centre but would she have it? We walked round the shopping centres looking for Waitrose, no luck. There isn't one, I said. Then she started asking random shoppers where Waitrose was. There isn't one, they said. Next she approached the centre manager who was toddling off for his lunch. No Waitrose in Derby, he informed her. So she asked at Boots. There isn't one. Ten people in all, not including my good self, told her there was no Waitro
  23. Mercury dancer, you are in my thoughts too, as is your mum. My parents were married for 57 years and parting, when it comes, is extremely traumatic. If you are very fortunate, you are born to good parents who love you and do their very best for you. Sadly, good parents are not as common as we might hope, so you...and I...have been blessed. You only have one dad. Mine was very special. Always there, although not a demonstrative man. He never interfered and only ever gave me one piece of advice: "I don't mind what you do, as long as you're happy...and you don't follow the herd!" He wasn't a f
  24. Been to Derby today to have lunch with my sister. I'm not an eavesdropper, but my hearing being pin sharp, I can't help overhearing other peoples conversations, especially if they insist on shouting down their ever present mobile phones. I don't know about "when you're dead, you're dead," but I often wonder whether some of these folks are alive, in more than a physical sense! Now that sounds arrogant and judgemental but, ye gods and little fishes!! I like this one... He who knows not and knows not that he knows not is a fool. Shun him. he who knows and knows not that he knows is asleep. Wa
  25. Eight years ago, we took on a feisty ginger female. Where she came from no one knows but she had 6 beautiful kittens in tow. We found good homes for them but no one wanted their mother, so we kept her. For a while, she lived with me. I've still got the scars! Then she went to live with my partner, Richard, with whom she has a love hate relationship. We named her Molly Whack It because she attacks everything in sight and likes nothing better than to hide behind a chair, stick a furtive ginger paw out and trip you up as you pass! The other cats hate her but we've noticed recently that she's s