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Jude wrote:were you allowed your own pj's???? (see dodgy hygiene practices!)
I only remember people wearing those vile flowery nighties. I'm presuming from that that we were not allowed our own pjs as surely no one would have chosen to wear the nighties! We did wear our own at Horsham though.
soc wrote:So which was more fun? Horsham or Hertford?
I don't remember having much fun at Hertford but i do at Horsham
They were very different I would say - the whole atmosphere at Horsham was so different - more laid back. And apart from that, Horsham was vast. Hertford was a pretty small site really - and we were fenced in by barbed wire and broken bottles on the surrounding wall Say no more.
I remember sewing in the nametapes for my son when he went to CH - along the long part of the Y front pants - up til then he had never worn Y fronts - we soon moved over to boxers though and we still has some of those on the go (yes even now 9 years later) with the CH name tapes in!
Hertford was very frumpy really. Home clothes got worn after school on a Sat and after chapel on a Sun - I think we had evensong as well - so ew had to change again!
Help! I am going mad!
Jude Comber (nee Kelynack) 5's 5.38 1975-1980 Herts. To Learn - read, to Know - write, to MASTER - Teach
englishangel wrote:When I was there, Judy Furnival and Gaye (Rosemary) who seems to have disappeared again were the only ones who COULD climb a rope.
Thank you Mary, thank you .
While at CH my self-esteem was so low, even lower than my level of fitness, that I believed (and still did until I read your post) that I was the only person incapable of such a deed.
We had the jumpsuits. I think they came in in about '69. They were sort of stretchy towelling and so tight as to be indecent. OK if you were a size 10 I suppose, but as I was a well endowed 14 they weren't MY fave item of clothing.
We also had blues and blue (not yellow) aertex shirts.
Caroline, there was no way I could climb a rope, but for some reason I was very good at vaulting (the leapfrog sort) and can still vault the bollards in Tesco's carpark (if no-one is watching).
"If a man speaks, and there isn't a woman to hear him, is he still wrong?"
Jude wrote:Hertford was very frumpy really. Home clothes got worn after school on a Sat and after chapel on a Sun - I think we had evensong as well - so ew had to change again!
You were lucky - home clothes were worn for the Founder's Day Dance (no boys there - you had to sign up to dance or sit out with staff members) - and that was it until the day you left school.
I wish you would all stop posting about those b****y ropes! To my dying day I will remember the sheer horror of standing on the high box and having to jump off and catch a rope being swung towards me.
As for wearing our own clothes a) we still had clothes rationing and b) I never had many clothes anyway so I was glad we all had to wear uniform, even for the Founders Day dance (and if you haven't had to do the programme for one of the more unpopular members of staff you have no right to complain about anything EVER.
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midget wrote:I wish you would all stop posting about those b****y ropes! To my dying day I will remember the sheer horror of standing on the high box and having to jump off and catch a rope being swung towards me.
As for wearing our own clothes a) we still had clothes rationing and b) I never had many clothes anyway so I was glad we all had to wear uniform, even for the Founders Day dance (and if you haven't had to do the programme for one of the more unpopular members of staff you have no right to complain about anything EVER.
Too true!! I can't remember when the dance ended, but it was during my time so not many here will remember it!
These dances you ladies mention, were they formal affairs?
I remember Miss Gracie, our house matron, offering to teach me to dance, I was the fastest lad in school that day!
We did wear our own at Horsham though.
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