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Sheila Robinson

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Posted on Thursday, January 08, 2004 - 04:47 am:   

Iíve been going to post this for some time now but it is such a weird event that, sometimes, I think I must have dreamed it.

I started at Mundella in September 1947 and I think the event took place , either sometime during that first year, or no later than the second.

It began when Mr Calder announced, one morning at Assembly that he was sending two girls to Coventry. Never having heard that phrase before, I can remember taking it quite literally at first, before realising that it was an English expression. He went on to say that no-one was to speak to these two friends at any time, otherwise they would be punished.

The two girls in question had taken to wearing black Ďbrasí, which were quite evident under their cream blouses and, I think, that their parents were refusing to change this. (Quite shocking in those days!!!)

I can remember these poor girls walking around the outside of the building at breaktimes and lunchtime on that first day, with every one of us staring. The same thing happened the next day, but I canít recall seeing them at school any more after that.

We all have strange dreams, but I feel sure this is not one of mine. Please, does anyone remember this event?

Iíve just read a posting from Howard (Blackie) Williams and I well remember being invited to the birthday party of Howard Williams one year. Are you the same one? (I canít believe there were two). I canít recall much about it, but I do remember your mother organised some game where we had to act out something (canít remember what, exactly) but I do recall having to play my part with an American accent.

My name was Sheila Robinson, an unimpressive, middle-of-the-road pupil, but I did have a lovely singing voice at that age and sang solo a couple of times at the Albert Hall on Speech Day.

Which reminds me, does anyone remember being taken by coach to Loughborough every Easter (By Mr Hart) who handpicked the best singers from school to sing at his local church? I used to really enjoy the occasion.


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