From: Fred Burnett, Preston UK

I have to smile every time I see your page about school memories.

After leaving Hannah Street, my first memory was of Mrs Hyde, she was my very first teacher at Spring Hill and she seemed quite caring, but I didn't care for the new sounds of the alphabet she made me learn.

I then moved into Miss Kellet's class and I seem to recall her as being very strict. I well remember her taking me to the cloakroom one day when I felt unwell, and in return I was sick all down her nylons, she was not amused.

Who could ever forget my next teacher, Miss Sutcliffe, and how many pupils will have "English Country Gardens" forever etched in their memories as we marched through the hall day after day to the sounds of the piano and the one and only tune that we all thought that Miss Sutcliffe only knew.

Finally my last teacher was Miss Hindle, she was wonderful, we all loved her and we relished the newspaper that we put together. As I occasionally stroll through the countryside these days, I can recognise certain trees by their leaves, and it was all down to Miss Hindle, for she put me in the "Tree Group" and I had to collect as many different leaves as I could and identify them. At the time I felt there had to be something better than trees, but now I see the wisdom of it all.

It was whilst I was in Miss Hindle's class that along with all the other pupils we feared the one day of the week when the door would open and in came Mr. Spencer, the headmaster. We immediately stood to attention, and after we had been seated again, we tried to avoid his gaze as he fired his rapid multiplication questions at us. We just sat rigid with terror.

Fred