Fjgrogan wrote:I have a picture taken at a Hertford Reunion of Miss Morrison, Miss West and Miss Tucker - tempting to sub-title it Macbeth's Witches!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Frances
I vaguely remember being taught by Miss Morrison, but not sure for how long and which subject, as I had lovely Mrs Betterton for English; anyway, no negative Miss Morrison memories for me, and I rather think of her as a tall ship under full sail - maybe not The Cutty Sark, a clipper, as Miss M was, perhaps, not quite lithe enough for that analogy.
Met Miss Tucker twice. Once when Mary Mc and I visited on the day of the 1972 Carol Service. I was wearing loons, multicoloured suede shoes, and a full length black cape. Not sure if that is why she unsuccessfully encouraged me not to attend the service. Miss out on a good sing? No chance.
The second time was the reunion at Hertford last year, when she surprised me with a goodbye kiss. I think she's lovely.
And DR? My sentiments towards her changed dramatically after reading 'Half To Remember' a couple of years ago. This woman, whose memory had brought back only feelings of frustration and anger (capped by her final comments to me, a pupil whom she must surely have been glad to see the back of: 'Of course, you know that you won't make anything of yourself now that you're going to do your 'A' Levels elsewhere', or words to that effect. 'Well, lalalelala to you too, silly woman').
Oh, sorry, had a bit of a hyperventilate there. Now, where was I?
Oh yes, this woman who ........................., yet couldn't cook, and didn't have the best grasp of punctuation. Who was, OMG, human, and just as fallible as I.
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