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Converse All-Stars basketball boots, the one with the stars on the side, NOT for playing basketball in.

Yes, Caroline, go to bed.

englishangel wrote:Converse All-Stars basketball boots, the one with the stars on the side, NOT for playing basketball in.

Yes, Caroline, go to bed.

OK, I will, I promise, but, Mary, please, please, pretty please put me out of my misery first:

was Miss Norman a Games Mistress, and did she speak, er, differently to the average bear, and did she used to repeat 'I've seen it done. I've seen it done', or was that a fabrication of we (us?) little witches in 6s that the poor woman had to deal with?

Promise I'll log off if you will just answer this post.

Promise

Spot on, she also knew all our names within two weeks of joining the school, even the well-behaved ones.

I think Munch has mentioned her in relation to 'Backs and feet'

englishangel wrote:Spot on, she also knew all our names within two weeks of joining the school, even the well-behaved ones.

I think Munch has mentioned her in relation to 'Backs and feet'

Thank you!

I thought that you had a customer/gone to the loo or something. Worse, were ignoring me :cry:

This is sooooooooooo exciting for me! I'm not accustomed to being online at the same time as other people.

icomefromalanddownunder wrote:OK, I will, I promise, but, Mary, please, please, pretty please put me out of my misery first:

was Miss Norman a Games Mistress, and did she speak, er, differently to the average bear, and did she used to repeat 'I've seen it done. I've seen it done', or was that a fabrication of we (us?) little witches in 6s that the poor woman had to deal with?

Caroline, you do, definitely do remember Nellie Norman. Pronounce it "Dellie Dorbud". Remember those immortal lines "If there aren't any balls in the Pavilion, it's because they've all been lost!"? (As recounted by Liz) "I've seen it done" - spot on. There she is in your memory, displaying firm white legs in a white pleated tennis skirt - running up and down the hockey pitch, whistle in mouth - never fatigued, never a hair of the dark brown shampoo-and-set out of place.

The notice board in the Cloisters displayed lists of team practices written in that immaculately neat hand. Nellie lived in Middle House with Miss Rutherford. You do remember her! It was she who sent us to "Feet".

Love

Munch

Angela Woodford wrote:

icomefromalanddownunder wrote:OK, I will, I promise, but, Mary, please, please, pretty please put me out of my misery first:

was Miss Norman a Games Mistress, and did she speak, er, differently to the average bear, and did she used to repeat 'I've seen it done. I've seen it done', or was that a fabrication of we (us?) little witches in 6s that the poor woman had to deal with?

Caroline, you do, definitely do remember Nellie Norman. Pronounce it "Dellie Dorbud". Remember those immortal lines "If there aren't any balls in the Pavilion, it's because they've all been lost!"? (As recounted by Liz) "I've seen it done" - spot on. There she is in your memory, displaying firm white legs in a white pleated tennis skirt - running up and down the hockey pitch, whistle in mouth - never fatigued, never a hair of the dark brown shampoo-and-set out of place.

The notice board in the Cloisters displayed lists of team practices written in that immaculately neat hand. Nellie lived in Middle House with Miss Rutherford. You do remember her! It was she who sent us to "Feet".

Love

Munch

Munch,

I (fairly obviously!) didn't go to Hertford but the descriptive nature of your posts is such that I almost believe I did!

Keep them coming they are fascinating. You have an ability to take us back to the sixties in your writing and it's great!

Mid A 15 wrote:Munch,

I (fairly obviously!) didn't go to Hertford but the descriptive nature of your posts is such that I almost believe I did!

Keep them coming they are fascinating. You have an ability to take us back to the sixties in your writing and it's great!

Isn't she wonderful?

I have tried with a little gentle persuasion, to encourage Munch to write a book of our escapades. Methinks I shall have to be less, well, nice, about it

Please Munch - your reminiscences and use of language are a delight, and a tonic.

You and I could supply a few photographs and maybe someone (Liz?) could provide artwork?

Love

Caroline

ah, Miss Norman - not only I , but also my daughter owe her much : she singlehandedly taught me to actually enjoy hockey, through the " if you can't get the ball, get the player " attitude .... which I passed on to Laura, who subsequently was sent off from a house match for playing " rough"...
the dear child, bless her , objected " but that's how my mother taught me to play " - and when she said that I was a Hertford OB , was gratified with a " then I'm not surprised ... " - but then she was as KES, not CH !

Nellie's tennis lessons were also fairly unique in their approach.

Thank you for your kind comments, Mid A 15 and Caroline!

I didn't realise how clearly I remembered the CH days until discovering the Forum. The Sixties!

But where did I put down my keys?

However, back to Gemma. It's OK, wear the little ballet pumps today, it's not raining. (An old mother speaks.)

Love, Munch

Angela Woodford wrote:But where did I put down my keys?

I have wooden plaque adorned with pewter possums behind my front door (tres chic, n'est pas?) - before I have even closed the door behind me, my keys are hung on one of the poss' tails.

When I am elsewhere, before leaving car, keys are placed in a pocket of my briefcase or handbag.

The car is more problematic. Fine at home: it's in the driveway. Elsewhere? Hmmmmmm. I was convinced that it had been stolen from the Uni carpark one day. For once I had got in early, and remembered that I had parked close to our building (as opposed to my usual spot, at the far end of the carpark, in amongst the rubbish skips). Horrors! Car was not 'where I had left it'. My daughter was with me, and deduced what was going in from the look on my face and the fact that I was not heading towards my car (which she had spotted in a row further up the hill from where I was looking), but refrained from putting me out of my misery until she could contain her amusement no longer.

I did leave my son outside a shop once. He was only two weeks old, and I temporarily forgot that I had recently become the mother of two children. I also went through a period of leaving our dog tied up at the shops, and not realising what I had done until I got home and found that he was not there to greet me.

I lay the blame for this on the aluminium saucepan my Grandmother used to boil beetroots.

Love

Caroline

J.R. wrote:Arrr The Sixties !!

When Men were Men.......

.........and Women were THANKFUL !!

And there was me thinking that they were emancipated, empowered, possibly stoned ............................................

The soles came off my poor unfortunate shoes today, on the bus!. Had to spend the rest of the day with one shoe on and a lot of hopping. Let me just say that having a heavy backpack, a d.t folder and an entire double bedspread to lug around while hopping does not make for a good day. Doesnt matter though. Means I can get some new ones

Its my half term wooooo!. Only for a week though not like those beautiful half terms at CH.
I want to live in the 60s. They sound much more fun. Everything was free and happy ( not everything though, I'm not an idiot), ok Most things were free and happy not like today.

gemmygemmerson wrote:The soles came off my poor unfortunate shoes today, on the bus!. Had to spend the rest of the day with one shoe on and a lot of hopping. Let me just say that having a heavy backpack, a d.t folder and an entire double bedspread to lug around while hopping does not make for a good day. Doesnt matter though. Means I can get some new ones

Its my half term wooooo!. Only for a week though not like those beautiful half terms at CH.
I want to live in the 60s. They sound much more fun. Everything was free and happy ( not everything though, I'm not an idiot), ok Most things were free and happy not like today.

The sixties were good times but us "oldies" do tend to look back with rose coloured spectacles sometimes and forget the bad things!

We certainly didn't have some of the "yoof" problems of today with gun crime and drug turf wars though so in that sense things were better.