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  1. I'm surprised there isn't a thread for this school (or the secondary school for that matter). I was at Fernwood Junior between 1963 and 1967, my parents moved to Wollaton from West Hallam (the other side of Ilkeston) so I was late coming into my year group. I remember the headmaster was Mr Whittaker, and many years later we bumped into him outside the Camelia House in Wollaton Park. He used to come and give us special lessons called "verbal reasoning" and what we didn't realise was that this was actually coaching for the 11 Plus. It succeeded because out of a class of 33 all but one person got to either Bilborough Grammar or the High School. Other names I remember are Mr Husbands, my final teacher at Fernwood, and Mrs Aitchinson, who we referred to as H Bomb because she had a temper on her! My other memory of Fernwood is the large fold-over hymn sheets on the wall of the school hall, one either side of the front wall, which we would use during assembly. Anyone else from Fernwood Junior on here?
  2. The first house I lived in was directly opposite Cantrell Road school but we left Bulwell when I was five. I have a vague memory of going to Cantrell Road school for half a day before we moved to West Hallam, this would be in 1961. A couple of years later we moved back to Nottingham (Wollaton) as my Dad wasn't coping with the commute to work.
  3. Hi Ann, yes Mr Mahoney taught Maths. I had him for the lower 6th but then he moved to another school. He was an excellent teacher and I was sad to see him go.
  4. So, we had our reunion last night and a great time was had by all. About 80 people turned up, most were former pupils from the class of 1967 - 1974, plus a few people brought partners and there were also some teachers: Mr Nicklin (didn't get a chance to speak to him but I don't think he ever taught me) Mr Robinson - a lovely gentleman, I didn't think he taught me either but he thinks he might have done in the early years. Mr Mahoney - he was only at the school for 2 years and he was amazed that he was remembered - but as I and others told him, you always remember your most inspirational teachers Mrs Gotheridge - just the same as I remember her only older And finally Mr (Dr) Jacob, amazing for his age, looking well and mentally he is still all there. Really good to see him again. One sad thing I learnt from Mrs Gotheridge is that Mrs Brailsford died recently. I will always remember her as a young vibrant woman, but then I last saw her 45 years ago. She was probably late 60s at least when she died. Anyway it was amazing to catch up with so many classmates and hear what people had done with their lives. We were given lanyards with our names on (maiden names for the girls of course) which was very useful as there were only a handful of people I would have recognised without.
  5. From what I remember: Big old ?Edwardian house in extensive grounds. You walked in the front door and ahead of you were stairs with a corridor to the left. Two rooms were on the left - the first was the dining room which doubled as the room where you would meet Dr Arkle when she visited. The other room was the lounge with sofa(s) and a TV. To the right of the front door was the manager's office and at the bottom of the stairs I think was the room where they administered the drugs. Dormitories were on the first floor, I think there were at least 6 beds in mine. At the end of the passage next to the stairs was the shower room and I presume the kitchen, though I can't remember that. To the right of the main house was an outbuilding that was used for PE. There was also a separate building used as a classroom if you were there during school term time.
  6. I don't know if anyone saw this recently I remember when that site was the Park and Ride site for the failed Zone and Collar system to keep cars out of the city centre. The so-called "Lilac Leopard" coaches often had just one passenger on them! Later on it was Main Stop, then the Co op and then Waitrose. My Mum lived round the corner until she went into a care home last year, and my brother and I sold her house just before Christmas so hopefully we benefitted from the Waitrose effect. The lady pictured near the beginning of the article, Daphne Simpson, used to run the newsagent opposite the doctor's surgery with her husband in the 1970s. Later on she became a good friend of my Mum and they used to get together with other ladies to do craft activities and play Scrabble. She must be well into her 90s by now and is still looking good.
  7. Great photos Kerry, they bring back a lot of memories. Thanks.
  8. I grew up in Wollaton and have fond memories of the park and hall, and even though my Mum continued to live there until a year ago I hadn't visited since my own daughter was small - must be about 30 years ago. So today, before visiting Mum in the care home, I decided to go down memory lane. Amazed that entrance to the hall is still free, even though it now costs to park your car. The animals in there are still enthralling, and I found myself wondering if my little granddaughter would appreciate them. I remember going on one of the tours as a teenager, although in those days they only happened if you could get a group together. I noticed earlier in this thread that they used to cost £5, well they are now £10 and only twice a day! Still a lovely park, but someone told me that they have laid off most of the groundsmen due to council cuts, so maybe it won't be as well-kept in future.
  9. I've always been proud of my Grade 9 in English Lit O Level! I didn't dare to resit it, though I did have to resit English Language because it was essential if you wanted to go to Uni. I went up from a Grade 8 to a Grade 3 in a year.
  10. Horrendous thought isn't it, things were so primitive back then. It wouldn't surprise me if you said they'd made you stand in a wide open space and told you not to be so silly. I remember one occasion when we all went out for a walk and I could hear a voice behind me shouting "stop ticing!". I thought if it was that easy then no way I would have to be here!
  11. To be honest I can't recall if I went home for the weekends or not (as you say probably the drugs affected my memories of that time) but I have a recollection of constantly telling my parents how awful it was and I don't think they visited me there so maybe I did go home for the weekends. As for the drugs, the idea I think was to try different medication to see if it worked any better than what I was on, but after I came out I was still on the same tablets as I was on before! So what was the point? Also when I went to university I soon decided to stop taking the tablets and I was no worse than I had been on them. I still have some nervous tics even now but I've learned to live with them and accept them as part of who I am.
  12. Is there anyone on here who did their A Levels a year or two before and after me (1974)? I was gobsmacked when I found out yesterday that only NINE people in our year passed all 3 A Levels. If that happened today Bilborough would be classed as a failing school! I wondered if it was a one off or whether other years had similarly low pass rates.
  13. I had a holiday job at Players during my university years. I didn't want to work there but in those days you could sign on the dole in the summer vacation and my parents encouraged me to do so - but of course they always found you a grotty job which you were then obliged to accept! I remember being given cigarettes in leiu of part of my wages. I didn't smoke but there was no option to opt out. I think my dad sold them to someone he knew who was a smoker.
  14. I left Nottingham when I went to university in 1974. I came back a few times to stay with my parents in between jobs, but I never returned permanently and I now live in Leicester having worked in Southampton and Oxford. At least my final move meant that my parents didn't have to travel too far to see their grandchildren.
  15. My dad was never one for spending money but we did have the occasional treat of going for a steak at the Black Boy Berni Inn on Market Street. I remember their Irish liquer coffees too.