tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596637153846183791.post4155111658093432568..comments2020-10-11T10:09:53.313-07:00Comments on LIFE STORY: Move toTrevelyan SchoolLIFE STORYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07536797434531936402noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596637153846183791.post-70352046934758165042020-10-11T10:09:53.313-07:002020-10-11T10:09:53.313-07:00I went to Trevelyan School in 1946 when I was 8 as...I went to Trevelyan School in 1946 when I was 8 as My Mother was at last able to join my Father in Germany (he was a War Correspondent) I would join them for the holidays, travelling out with several hundred other forces children on the school special former troop ships via Tilbury or Harwich. We would be met at the Hague by special trains and escorted across Germany to our parents' various locations, and back again for the next term...<br />Although I was quite young and a boarder with my parents abroad and just a nearby aunt who came to Parents' days and Plays I remember that I had a very happy childhood, and the Headmistress Elizabeth Bowen, whose sister was married to a fellow newsman of my Fathers had a lasting influence on me which I only now appreciate fully<br />Of course there were ups and downs, of course I cried for my Mummy at the beginning of term but looking back I had an outstanding education and a very happy childhood with lots of good friends I was very lucky Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06277620616813347771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596637153846183791.post-32254148289250580772018-01-28T06:06:17.790-08:002018-01-28T06:06:17.790-08:00I was very interested to come across your blog whi...I was very interested to come across your blog whilst researching Trevelyan School, and to read the section about it. I ended up at the school when I was 5 because my mother found a job there as a cook. This would have been in 1963, some time after you were there. My mother and I did share a room in the school, as I was probably too young to go into a dormitory. My memories are somewhat hazy, but I remember being in trouble when in the dining hall for breakfast one morning. I had been given a very lightly boiled egg. I took one mouthful of the goo, and promptly spat it out on the floor! Horror of horrors - everyone was aghast! I think I was considered to be a bit of an uncivilised child, as a result of this, but I do remember my mother refusing to get worked up over the incident. Another memory was having to move tables, or move around the table, for each mealtime, so we got used to sitting next to different children, and of the younger children, including me, having an earlier mealtime in the evening (early-bed supper) to reflect their earlier bedtime.<br /><br />The grounds were wonderful to explore. I can still recall the damp autumnal smell of the tall laurel hedges which lined the brick paths behind the school building.<br /><br />Because of my age, I was educated at the day school, Sheen Croft(?sp.) across the road. My teacher was lovely - Mrs. Tabor (I think), but I called her Mrs. Table! She had a daughter, Anna, who was also at the school. I took part in my first Nativity there, dressed as an angel, and singing Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem. I don't think I can have been there longer than a couple of terms before we moved to Brighton, where we lived for many years. Thank you for jogging my memory!KEH123https://www.blogger.com/profile/16935316508542011470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596637153846183791.post-83400713953574196122018-01-28T06:05:04.465-08:002018-01-28T06:05:04.465-08:00I was very interested to come across your blog whi...I was very interested to come across your blog whilst researching Trevelyan School, and to read the section about it. I ended up at the school when I was 5 because my mother found a job there as a cook. This would have been in 1963, some time after you were there. My mother and I did share a room in the school, as I was probably too young to go into a dormitory. My memories are somewhat hazy, but I remember being in trouble when in the dining hall for breakfast one morning. I had been given a very lightly boiled egg. I took one mouthful of the goo, and promptly spat it out on the floor! Horror of horrors - everyone was aghast! I think I was considered to be a bit of an uncivilised child, as a result of this, but I do remember my mother refusing to get worked up over the incident. Another memory was having to move tables, or move around the table, for each mealtime, so we got used to sitting next to different children, and of the younger children, including me, having an earlier mealtime in the evening (early-bed supper) to reflect their earlier bedtime.<br /><br />The grounds were wonderful to explore. I can still recall the damp autumnal smell of the tall laurel hedges which lined the brick paths behind the school building.<br /><br />Because of my age, I was educated at the day school, Sheen Croft(?sp.) across the road. My teacher was lovely - Mrs. Tabor (I think), but I called her Mrs. Table! She had a daughter, Anna, who was also at the school. I took part in my first Nativity there, dressed as an angel, and singing Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem. I don't think I can have been there longer than a couple of terms before we moved to Brighton, where we lived for many years. Thank you for jogging my memory!KEH123https://www.blogger.com/profile/16935316508542011470noreply@blogger.com