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I knew a girl who went there, she was called Jayne Rippon............

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During 1944 at 9 years old I was evacuated from my home in West Middlesex, together with my mother, and billeted with a family in Withern Road, Broxtowe.   I was sent to The Player school that I recall as being somewhere along the Strelley road.   My only recollection of my time there was not a particularly happy one.   As I recall, the classrooms were arranged around three sides of the playground, below an awning.   All the classroom doors looked identical.  Returning at the last minute of a lunch break I inadvertently opened, only a few inches, a wrong door - and instantly closed it again.   Too late.   The teacher emerged and sent me to the headmaster’s office where I received strokes from a tawse across both hands.    Summary justice indeed.

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Those were the days, eh, Snapper?  I suspect The Player school was one of many built on the quadrangle system, as was The Manning. All 1930s constructions. Very draughty in winter!

 

Welcome to the site, Snapper. A number of our members will know the area you speak of.

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I always thought it was just children who were evacuated but I recall my mum, born 1926, telling me that her parents were forced to take a woman from London and her young son. By all accounts, she was a rum one. Husband away in the army, she was out every night with some GI or other, leaving my grandmother to mind her badly behaved brat!  The woman bleached her hair so often, the roots were green and, apparently, she persuaded my mum to have her tresses peroxided which resulted in grandma having a hissy fit and insisting she wore a scarf so that her father didn't see it.

 

The woman from London also took my mum into a pub for the first time in her life and since mum was only 14 at the time, such was grandma's disgust when she found out, she packed the woman's bags and threw her out, child an all!  Don't know where they went.

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Hello Snapper... welcome toNottstalgia.  Do you have more memories of your time in Nottingham?

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All that's left of Player Comprehensive School is the fence & gates & soon be chucking up 100 new homes.  

 

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Now we are allowed to quote, I'm all over it, without even reading it and I have all my faculties :crazy: what a fantastic first post from @FRED121

 

 

On 1/24/2011 at 6:49 AM, FRED121 said:

years ago (1960's) i was sent to Player comprehensive School. i remember my very first 10 minutes there very clearly. i walked in had a walk around several class rooms and then decided what a dump and walked out and never went back. for 5 years i pretended to go to school but never did. instead i went my own way going all over nottingham. playing trunt had one problem, the school board man. if he caught you he would report you to your parents. in 5 years i got caught by him once and he went and told my mum. when i went home that day my mum asked me what i had for dinner at school? i cant remember i said. thats because you havent been have you? to get around this problem i waited for the school to close and would ask someone what they had for dinner that day. my mum would ask me the same question nearly every day and i would give her the correct answer. one day i asked another lad what he had for dinner and he told me. i go home and mum asks me the same question. the answer i gave was not the correct one. my sister went to the same school and everyone in that school had the same meal if you had school dinners. it turned out that the lad i asked did tell me what he had for his dinner but he forgot to mention that he went home for dinner???? i am still after this little punk whoever you are!!! things started getting serious after years of no school attendence but i never changed my mind and people started to realise i wasnt going to change my mind to suit them. i very clearly told everyone that i would not be going to the Player comprehensive School and that was final. threats were made by the social services saying they would put me in social services care homes so i told them it wont make no difference and i would leave the second i arrived and still not go to school. i think people started to realise that this young lad (thats me) is going to become a problem for us. yes, i did become one big problem for them and everything they wanted me to do i did the opposite. i was put into childrens homes all over nottingham and every day i left untill i was caught by the police who took me back. ten seconds later i left. this went on for months and eventually i went back home. the verbal threats of social workers failed. after all that i still wouldnt go to the Player comprehensive School!! i just carried on as i had done before and people left me alone. one day i went home and my dad had come home early from work with one of his mates who i have seen before. his name is graham and he asked me what school i wanted to go to. i told him any school apart from players. graham has a son called paul who was the same age as me and we got on perfectly. i had no idea what school paul went to but i knew it wasnt players so i told my dad and graham i wanted to go to pauls school. my dads face sort of changed colour and didnt say anything and it appeared that was the end of the story. several week later my mum took me to a shop in nottingham city center and i had no idea of what was going on but i was given a cap, blazer, trousers, shoes and loads of other stuff to try on. about 2 hours after we left with a big brown suitcase full of stuff and went home and carried on as normal. a few day later my dad said he needed to talk about school and wanted a promise that if i went to the same school as paul i would go and not miss any lessons. i made that promise not even knowing anything about pauls school. my dad then dropped a bomb shell by telling me that if i wanted to go to pauls school i needed to have a musical talent. now that was a problem i could do nothing about and had no idea about music apart from what came out of a radio. paul would know what to do because he went to this school so i went to pauls house on the bus. he gave me a trumpet and told me what to do which i did but nothing happened. winded and with paul laughing his head off at my expence i was thinking of giving it up and going to players instead. pauls school was becoming complicated. i went home wondering what needs to be done to cure the problems. suddenly i found myself playing a guitar or trying to. the school summer holidays were at an end and i found myself in a car outside my house and paul sat on the back seat and a large brown suitcase on the front passenger seat. i had no idea who was driving the car but he told me his name and that was that. i had no idea where we were going but we were not in nottingham. i saw a sign saying northampton services and we stopped to eat and carried on. a few miles down the road we were spinning all over the road and the car turned over about 4 times. it then went very quiet and i ran. a lorry driver got hold of me and took me back to the car. police and ambulace then arrived and we were taken to hospital. a few hours later i left with the driver and we were okay. wheres paul? police car came and we were taken to the police station. wheres paul? nobody is saying nothing. police ask me why did i run away? no answer. wheres paul? same question from police why did you run away? i am thinking paul is dead. we had to stay in northampton overnight. the next day the police came back with the lorry driver who told the police what i had said. i just kept asking the same thing wheres paul? they eventually told me that paul had a broken leg. the police took us to the hospital and then they left. hours later i saw paul and the nurse left us alone. paul could not move and there were wires and pulleys all over the place. that was not a broken leg but a broken body i was looking at. i moved the sheet and he was covered in plaster fron the neck down. eventually , i was told he very nearly died. i went home that same day feeling very sick with people and lies. this all happened in 1968 and i was 10years old, the same as paul. i never saw paul again untill 1984.

a few days later i was okay to travel and go to the school. i had no idea where we were going but my dad took me and we did not go on the m1 motorway like last time. it was early evening when i got there. the place was hayling island, hampshire which is about 5 miles from portsmouth. the school was called broadview house school. the day started with lessons from 9.00am to 12.00. lunch break and all afternoon for yourself. go and do anything you wanted untill tea time at 4.30. after that back to school for an hour and then as you please. the beach was about 30 seconds down the road. very quiet and peacefull place to be just when you wanted it. plenty of pocket money and many ways of earning more money in your own time for good rates of pay ending up with up to £5 a week. that was good money in them days and you could live like a king. what took me by suprise was there were only about 20 kids in the whole school and you lived there. this is why the brown case was needed and the school uniform. the cap that was brought at nottingham i wore once... that was to try it on in the shop. this was not a school like players, this was a holiday camp where you lived and they payed you for being there. there was a massive orchard at the back which we used to our advantage. some locals didnt like us because when they come near us we would throw apples at them for a bit of fun, yet those same people would come to the school pantomine and enjoy their stay. most of the kids that went there loved it and there were kids there from 5 to 16 year olds. problem is its closed down now so no you cant send your kids there now the shows over but you could try pontins as theyre down there. it was a brilliant school, gave you a good education and at the same time rewarded you for the time you put into the school by just being there. musical talent? if you couldnt play a trumpet play the clarenet, or the flute once a week or so. you may learn something in the end but it wasnt rammed down your throat. at the end of the day it was your choice. a lot of the kids there used to ask what sort of school is this? to be honest ive no idea, well that was untill recently. my dad died in 1981 at the ripe old age of 42. he was someone who wrote everything down in his work and in his personal life. he kept documents of wages, invoices, diaries of where money was spent and who to, tax receipts and the list goes on. he had over 24 bank accounts at different banks and kept the winning tickets from the horses he backed. he had a good engineering job which started at 14 years old so he knew his stuff. he had a good paid job and saved his money. nobody knew his welth untill he died. paperwork leaves trails and history of that person. tells you what that person was , his commitments and other little secrets he wanted to keep. it took me over 29 years to find this paperwork after my sister took the money value from it, i.e emptied the bank accounts and the insurance money he had without saying nothing to anyone just to spend it on beer. there are three large egg boxex(the big boxes which trays of eggs stood in not the little six egg things) of paperwork, i found documents, receipts and letters from broadview school, payments for school uniforms and everything else you would need for a school education. not forgetting(like i did because i didnt realise at the time)your living at the school as a border and having your meals provided. who's paying for that? without me knowing my dad was and had done so for a few years. the bottom line is this: because i am so stubborn and wouldnt go to a school because it looked a right dump the alternative was to move area and have the same thing or give the person a choice. however i kept my promise had a good education and have my own business rather than rely on state hand outs and become a burden on society. as for broadview it was a bording school that did a lot of good for the majority of the hundreds of kids that went there, however paul was not one of these people as he ended up in prison, but i still consider him a good friend

 

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