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Me neither, I do remember after my parents got divorced (my deep dark secret from 1972) that I lost my tennis racquet and my watch the same term and my poor Mum's face was a picture, she did replace it tho' god knows what it cost her in terms of what she didn't spend that money on; I found the watch in the lost property held by the gym mistress. (Was Miss G the blonde hairsprayed helmet headed one or the dark haired axe-murderer-in-a-previous-life? Someone will tell me I'm sure). I was so shocked at my Mum's horrified face after the tennis racquet episode that when we could wear our own clothes I had maroon loons for my birthday so I could wear them at school and shoes for xmas so I could totter around in the most hideous pair of platforms (no wonder I've got arthritis now!!) although I'm positive I thought they were spectacularly beautiful then!as my parents paid no fees for me all through
Katharine wrote:One thing I picked up on reading it was the fact there is still little discussion of home circumstances. We certainly did not know, correction I did not know, who came from the poorest homes, who had their pocket money paid by school etc. As far as I knew we were all equal in our school uniforms and with NO home clothes in those days they did not give anything away.
Yes Caroline I have and I find the whole thing very worrying. Obviously I know nothing of the circumstances but I don't like it. Like you, I thought I got my place, Almoner's Nominee, on academic merit (certainly didn't get it on music!) My parents wanted me to go, my Dad and his sister were both Old Blues, so I was brought up to hope to go to an excellent school. I have no idea how I would have fared elsewhere.icomefromalanddownunder wrote: Hi Katharine
Have you followed up carong's post about the Peaceful Housey Revolution Facebook site?
One post commented that CH is a charity school for people with nowhere else to go. I never, ever saw it that way, as we were led to believe that we were accepted on our academic merit (GLC place), and I certainly had the choice of plenty of London high schools, but my parents, and I guess Miss Morley (Munch's, my, Sarah T's, Mervion Hunt's, can't think of anyone else) headmistress, believed that CH offered a higher standard of education than our local day schools.