Mundella Miscellany


Cecil Roberts' Travel Prize
Cecil Roberts
The Wall
Go Forward
Mundella Grammar School 1973-1978
Some Memories of Mundella School 1931 - 1938
Evacuation to Stamford during WWII
More Memories 1937/8
Eisteddford in the 1930s


Do you remember the "Cecil Roberts' Travel Prize" ?

(from Margaret Astill) 

It used to pop up every year at Speech Day, and I always used to wonder how people actually won it. Well, I still don't know, but after I left Nottingham I read some of Cecil Roberts' books and I can see how it all began.
Most of the books are about different countries. My favourite is "the Growing Boy", which details his early life living in Wilford Grove and attending Mundella. He also tells us about our Founder, Anthony John Mundella.
When I last visited the central Public Library in Nottingham I found a room dedicated to Cecil Roberts. It's worth a visit.

"The Growing Boy"  by Cecil Roberts, published by Hodder & Stoughton Ltd 1967.


Cecil Roberts

(from Richard Brown)

Cecil Roberts visited the school in 1962 or 1963. He gave an interesting talk to the upper school in the (new) Main Hall. He was not particularly riveting or charismatic but was a nice guy with a lot of interesting tales to tell. He spent his life travelling and writing. The writing paid for the travelling which he obviously loved, and he considered himself a fortunate person to be able to live his life that way. He told us of his adventures in Italy and a whole load of other places. But he had us spellbound (well, me anyway) when he told of hiking up the lower slopes of Everest with Sherpa Tensing before sunrise in order to see the dawn break over the Himalayas and Nepal. The odd thing I remember, is that he was joined on this adventure by a couple of other people whom he had met at "the hotel". I don't remember him ever mentioning that he had a regular companion with him in any of the stories he told us. He may have been a solitary kind of person, or maybe he did not want to divulge too much about his lifestyle to an audience of grammar school students. Anyway, the next day I visited those atrocious outdoor lavatories adjacent to Colligate Road, and some comedian had scrawled high up on the bricks above the urinals: "Cecil Roberts pissed here".


The Wall

(from Richard Brown)

I have not complimented you on the brick wall motif for your Mundella home page. Pink Floyd's legendary recording was made a few years after I had joined the workforce, but I certainly remember relating to the irony of their lyrics, and I still do. The kid's chorus on the recording was made by a school choir not unlike Mundella's, the sound was spot on (apart from the southern vowels). Pink Floyd asked the school for the use of their choir for background on a new recording. The lyrics were not mentioned at the time and there was a lot of righteous indignation from the school's headmaster when the album was released, which was entertainingly reported in the papers for a couple of days.

"Just another brick in the wall" unfortunately sums up how many of us felt about the way we were processed through the place. There may have been an exciting world outside those walls, but when you passed through the gate in the morning you entered a domain where time stood still for the likes of Hoard, Stevens, Baggott, Crossley, Onion, Winfield, White, Dakin and co.

"We don't want your education! We don't want your mind control!" but we got it anyway.


Go Forward

(from Margaret Astill)

Mundella School for ever, may it successful be
With earnest students blended in cordial sympathy.
In playground and in study let all put forth their might.
In healthy emulation their fullest powers unite.

Chorus
Go forward then Mundella
Go forward one and all
In honour's path press forward
Advance at duty's call.


Our good old town has ever her part right nobly played.
In freedom's cause her people have strenuous efforts made.
Our Scholars in the future her citizens will be,
Their zeal and labour bringing increased prosperity.
Chorus

Go forward then Mundella, your daughters leal and true;
Your sons staunch and determined shall duty's call pursue.
Thus shall they surely further in one united band
The welfare of our city and of our Motherland.
Chorus

(taken from the handwritten song book of Annie Palmer (deceased) who was a pupil during and after WW1. Interestingly, in the last verse, she has "fatherland". When I was at school we sang "motherland")


Mundella Grammar School 1973-78.

Hi to all those who attended between the years above , 

This Mundella Web site is Great.

What 'House' were you in? (Thorsby, Welbeck, Wollaton or Hardwick).
Do you remember the Mundella School 'anthem'?
What about 'Flowing Waters' that you had to copy out loads of times while in detention? (The page - long prose with really long words in it that was written by some past 6th former).
Do you remember the 'Pop Mime contests and Disco's in the Hall on a Friday dinnertime that I used to organise? 
Do you remember the Teachers names and subjects?

I remember a few; -

Mr Hodnett/ Mr Rowarth - Headmasters.
Mrs Leek (freaky leaky),
Mrs Littlejohns, 
Mrs Wanda Holroyd - School Secretary.
Mr K.Sudbury - Chemistry.
Mrs Starkins - Physics.
Mr Campbell Kay - English.
Mr Glass
The little Art Teacher (I can't remember her name) who I am sure used to fancy me!
The 'R.I.' Teacher in your photo.

Here's an updated pupil list from our Year.

Boys.

Michael Clay               Colin Agar.       Phillip Worral
Terry O'Connor             Nigel Metcalf
Stan Mitchell              Robert Clarke
David Boyce                Angus
Steven Alsebrook           Carl Watson
Vincent Godber             Jonathan Penfold
Christopher Gutteridge     Marc Fox
Lesley Bennett (Best Mate) William Brown
Irvin Bedwood              Peter Nutbrown
Neil Pike                  Michael Purser
Trevor Kirby               Richard Wallis
Darren Barker (Best mate even today)        Mick Etches (Best Mate) 
David Raynor               Colin Smith (Best Mate)
David Towers               Evo Sharpe
Richard Rolph              Simon Barrat

Girls.

Penny Lewin                Mandy Griffiths
Joanna Argent              Melanie
Anne Woodward              Joanne Bugby
Georgia Weston             Sandra Anderson
Lorraine Bednall           Linda Evans
Julie Richardson           Catherine Hall (same Primary School)
ElaineHicks                Tanya Brown
Lorraine Staples           Bryony Kay 
Marilyn Baines             Rupinder
Adele Davis                Lee Thornhill.
Margaret Morson            Charlotte Clough
Sarah King                 Jane Bywater
Deniece Spencer            Julia Curzon 
Judith Deavon              Tracey Asher
Linda Wood                 Jane Harvey
Jane Bennet                Anne Hunter
Lorraine Greyson


Wouldn't it be fab to have a re-union one day? 

Hope this will help to bring back a few more names and memories to all.

Richard Stokes.


SOME MEMORIES OF MUNDELLA SCHOOL 1931 - 1938

I joined the school in 1931 in the second form, as I had already spent a year in the Long Eaton Secondary School before the family moved to Nottingham early in 1931. As a new boy I was something of a novelty to those who were just entering their second year at Mundella. When asked my name it was immediately converted to Dog-leash - a nickname that stuck from thereon.

My memories of my time in Lower School are somewhat dim, but there is one event, which was really out of school, that I shall never forget. The Deputy Headmaster, Mr Winfield, proposed to run a School Holiday visit to North- Wales during Whit week. The first time such a proposal had been made as far as I know.  The proposal was well supported, and a party of about 30 set off by train, first to Chester, where we had a break and a walk round the walls, then on to Conway. We were to stay at a Holiday Fellowship Camp on Morfa beach, about a mile or so from the town. The buildings on the site were, I believe, ex-army huts, where we slept on straw paliasses.

The weather was hot and sunny all the time, and few people escaped sunburn, but it was ideal for bathing, and it was there the extra buoyancy helped me to swim for the first time.

On most days we were taken in old Crossville open-top charabancs to visit famous places, including the castles at Caernarvon, Harlech and Conway. One day was taken in climbing to the summit of Snowdon. Return journeys were enlivened by singing the popular songs of the day, like Red Sails in the Sunset, Wagon Wheels, etc.

A brilliant holiday and the total cost, believe it or not, £2.00!

The following year was to Abergavenny, this time a house run by the HFA. A good holiday, but nothing would ever match that at Conway.

Staff I remember.
Mr Wight or was it White? - Headmaster
Mr Winfield - Senior Master
Mr Thorpe - Maths and Applied Maths
Mr Stacey - French
Miss Morris - Geography
Mr Thomas- English
Miss Wallis - History
Miss Mosley - English
Mr Page - Physics
Mr Bird - Chemistry
Mr Jones - Physics
Mr Clarke - Music
Mr Cowdhall  - French

Mr Thomas was a Welshman, and was responsible for creating the house competition, the school Eisteddfod. There was a very wide range of categories where work done in one's own time could be entered. There were ribbons awarded as prizes and each carried house points, a red one, 5, for a first, a blue one,3, for second, and a yellow,1, for third. The climax was an open day, which began in the lower school hall, where the Lord Mayor and Lady Mayoress presided. One of the first items on the agenda for them to judge was an impromptu speech competition. Those who entered had to give an impromptu speech for three minutes. On the year I entered when we got on the stage we were told to pick our own subject, rather than being allocated one. I spoke about Hore-Belisha, I won and totted up another five points for Hardwick House. I also won the Victor Ludorum prize for the one who made the most points from all categories. The prize for this was to have the Eisteddfod Crown to hold for one year. Somewhere there is still a photo of me wearing the crown - what a sight! I wonder where the crown is now?

In the fifth form I took over the stage lighting in the Lower Hall. In those days it was a temporary set-up, controlled from a large box of switches. There were two, permanent, floodlights at the front above the stage, portable sidelights at each side, and a similar set of portable footlights. By means of manipulating the switches, if you knew how, it was possible to switch the footlights or sidelights into a series or parallel condition, the former having the effect of a one-step dimmer. It was somewhat of a Heath Robinson affair, and what a present day Health and Safety inspector would have had to say I shudder to think. After using it for a year I pointed the dangerous situation out to the staff, with the eventual result that a proper set of permanent switches, with a dimmer, were fitted at the side of the stage. The portable footlights and sidelights were still used, but with proper plugs instead of the dangerous barrel connectors previously fitted.

Through this work I became involved in doing stage work for the Old Scholar's Dramatic Society, of whom Miss Mosley was the producer. There first production in my time was Arms and the Man by GBS, where I only looked after the lighting. The second I took on the added responsibilities of set designer, stage manger, carpenter and general dog's body. This involved a lot of work after school in the woodwork room to modify the four flats that were all the available scenery.

The production was of Pygmalion, also by GBS, but not as well known then as it became later. It happened that this was the year I had to go to London for a practical Physics exam, and I took the opportunity the night before, to visit Covent Garden and the church portico where the first scene opens. I was able to see that the church had four pillars, the outer ones square and the inner round. The outer ones were easy to represent with a simple narrow tall flat, but the inner much more of a problem, as Eliza had to sit on the bottom plinth. This took a long time to solve, until my Father offered to supply two old lorry tyres to form the base of the circular pillars. These did a fine job, but were unpopular with the staff that presided over the school lunches. Their table was on the stage, and I must admit the tyres did smell a bit strong in an enclosed space.

I was never good at ball sports or athletics, so I jumped at the chance of joining the small group under Mr Page who did rowing. We used the facilities of the Union Rowing Club on the nearby Trent. As well as learning to row there was a target of winning the inter-schools Spencer Cup competition held annually. . There were not many boys who took rowing and I was able to qualify as a member of the school crew. During my matric year we were entered into the inter schools race for the Spencer Cup, and we trained fairly hard in our own time - such as we could spare! The school had competed unsuccessfully for many years and no one expected us to win. The race took place one hot summer evening, and we were as astonished as everyone else when we won the first heat. We expected that the final would be held at another time, as the other crew in the competition had not had to row in a race and we felt rather shattered. However it was decided that the final would be held that evening, so we had it all to do again! Although buoyed by our earlier success, it was expecting a lot for us to put up a good show in another race so soon, but we did and we won! I think it must have been the elation that carried me the four miles back to home as I was really very weary! Unfortunately the next year the rules of the race were changed at a late stage, so we had insufficient time to upgrade effectively to the junior class boats from the tub fours in which we had been trained, so we lost the cup.  We did however compete at Stratford-upon-Avon in their regatta, which was an enjoyable experience.

There are probably other memories not yet recalled, but the above  have been put together after discovering the Mundella site yesterday.


Memories of Stamford Evacuation in WWII - (Francis "Fruit" Gibson)

Perhaps it would be of some interest if I recall the Stamford evacuee episode. The bulk of the school was evacuated very soon after the outbreak of war but for some reason I didn’t go until some 3/4 weeks later and together with a chap called Malcolm Bingham finished up at 40 New Cross Road, Stamford in the care of a Mrs Skerritt. I think that she was a widow lady who was doing her best to make ends meet by taking in lodgers. One of these was a tanker driver as far as I recall, but the other was a retired fellow with an ulcer and a temper to match. Very soon after we two were installed two more Mundellans joined us and the four of us all shared the biggest bedroom. Not exactly the Hilton but it made for interesting post supper discussion covering a wide range of topics as you may imagine!

That winter of 1939/1940 was vicious with snow and frost persisting until well into March and we all developed a lovely crop of chilblains but this may have been our own fault, as after homework in the evening we and others (including girls) met on a local recreation park to exchange gossip. Mundella boys shared a local school (Brazenose College) - they attended in the mornings and we in the afternoons which meant that we had to be kept occupied each morning. This was accomplished by the school being offered the facility of the Assembly Rooms where various activities were organised including dancing classes (a sight to see with people doing the polka in Wellingtons), philately under the guidance of Mr. Broadbent who hadn't a clue about stamp collecting and who had obviously drawn the short straw, and a most comprehensive series of lectures on the history of architecture given by a notable professor. My memory regarding weekends is a little hazy but I do remember parties of us exploring the local area and sometimes playing a modified form of ice hockey (using walking sticks and suitably shaped branches and anything else we could get our hands on) on the lake in the grounds of Burghley House as the ice was over a foot thick!

It was decided by the powers that be that as some form of thank you to the long-suffering citizens of Stamford the school would stage a concert, and so arrangements were set in motion for the concert to be presented just before the Xmas break .The programme included the school choir of course, Kath Pinder with a tap-dancing routine, an absolutely virtuoso violinist called Booth (He was also a dedicated Communist and was forever trying to enrol new recruits) a rather strange tin whistle group and, I think, some sketches and recitations. It went down very well and I seem to recall a second performance being given.

I also have vivid memories of listening to Arthur Askey and Richard Murdoch in "Bandwagon" on the radio in our digs and of fearsome games of Ludo when any tactics short of physical violence were permissable and encouraged. Mrs Skerritt became very ill in February and rather than try to find fresh digs Malcolm and I returned home and we were followed shortly after by the whole school.
 

More Memories 1937/8 - Francis "Fruit" Gibson

My 1st year form mistress was a Miss Plunkett and we started to learn French immediately. The curious thing was that although Miss Blagg ("Fanny") who was the teacher in charge of French tuition went to great lengths to teach us the phonetics of French pronunciation, we never had any opportunity to practice same. Consequently as time went on we became incredibly knowledgeable regarding a whole range of tenses etc. including some original discoveries but were incapable of ordering a week's shopping. This strange situation arose as a result of London Uni's "O" level syllabus which decreed written French only--no verbals! After the fall of France the school was involved in a concert held in the Albert Hall attended by various French dignitaries and which was, I think, celebrating Bastille Day. The school was required to sing the " Marseillaise "and did so with considerable verve although reviewing the performance upon return to school our French accent was heavily criticized--hardly surprising!

During my first year (1937/38) the headmaster Mr R B Wight died and Mr Adamson served as Master-in Charge until the arrival of the new head in the shape of Mr. R B Calder who was a very decent chap but of a very religious disposition--perhaps a little too much. Part of the syllabus at this time was aimed at giving the girls instruction and practice in Domestic Science and the boys an opportunity to learn something about woodwork. To this end, the timetable would show a whole week set aside for these pursuits but it never worked out that way. Indeed the week was fragmented to incorporate other lessons and we were very lucky to ever achieve a complete day at these practical skills! This meant of course that the combination of irregular scheduling of the week and its inevitable fragmentation one was never able to complete a project, which was not encouraging to say the least. Woodwork classes were in charge of an extremely irascible master whose name escapes me but who had no compunction about inflicting physical criticism on any student who offended him with any implement which came to hand! We were almost always working with blunt tools and were never taught the basics of sharpening tools which, as I later learned when I took up woodworking seriously, is a prime requirement of successful joinery.

Physical and sports activities were another somewhat pointless activity. They were in the care of a Mr "Jimmy" Hill who was without doubt a complete waste of time. During the whole of both my and my brother-in law's time at Mundella neither of us can remember ever receiving any formal instruction in any sporting activity. It was years before I finally understood the offside law in football and LBW in cricket remained a mystery for ages. We had one cross-country run in my first year but that was it, which was a great shame. After the outbreak of war of course, teachers were conscripted and this obviously caused difficulties but there was no excuse for such lack of purpose before then.

More Memories 1937/8 - Francis "Fruit" Gibson

My 1st year form mistress was a Miss Plunkett and we started to learn French immediately. The curious thing was that although Miss Blagg ("Fanny") who was the teacher in charge of French tuition went to great lengths to teach us the phonetics of French pronunciation, we never had any opportunity to practice same. Consequently as time went on we became incredibly knowledgeable regarding a whole range of tenses etc. including some original discoveries but were incapable of ordering a week's shopping. This strange situation arose as a result of London Uni's "O" level syllabus which decreed written French only--no verbals! After the fall of France the school was involved in a concert held in the Albert Hall attended by various French dignitaries and which was, I think, celebrating Bastille Day. The school was required to sing the " Marseillaise "and did so with considerable verve although reviewing the performance upon return to school our French accent was heavily criticized--hardly surprising!

During my first year (1937/38) the headmaster Mr R B Wight died and Mr Adamson served as Master-in Charge until the arrival of the new head in the shape of Mr. R B Calder who was a very decent chap but of a very religious disposition--perhaps a little too much. Part of the syllabus at this time was aimed at giving the girls instruction and practice in Domestic Science and the boys an opportunity to learn something about woodwork. To this end, the timetable would show a whole week set aside for these pursuits but it never worked out that way. Indeed the week was fragmented to incorporate other lessons and we were very lucky to ever achieve a complete day at these practical skills! This meant of course that the combination of irregular scheduling of the week and its inevitable fragmentation one was never able to complete a project, which was not encouraging to say the least. Woodwork classes were in charge of an extremely irascible master whose name escapes me but who had no compunction about inflicting physical criticism on any student who offended him with any implement which came to hand! We were almost always working with blunt tools and were never taught the basics of sharpening tools which, as I later learned when I took up woodworking seriously, is a prime requirement of successful joinery.

Physical and sports activities were another somewhat pointless activity. They were in the care of a Mr "Jimmy" Hill who was without doubt a complete waste of time. During the whole of both my and my brother-in law's time at Mundella neither of us can remember ever receiving any formal instruction in any sporting activity. It was years before I finally understood the offside law in football and LBW in cricket remained a mystery for ages. We had one cross-country run in my first year but that was it, which was a great shame. After the outbreak of war of course, teachers were conscripted and this obviously caused difficulties but there was no excuse for such lack of purpose before then.

Mathematics was another intriguing subject and for most of my time at Mundella it was in the care of a delightful elderly gentleman called Mr,. Broadburn who, because of the way in which he sounded his sibulants was known as "Squeak". He was one of the old school and taught Maths somewhat mechanically. For example we learned how to solve both simultaneous and quadratic equations both by logs and arithmetically but it was never explained how these equations came into being or what purpose they served once fully formed. I spent years looking over my shoulder in an effort to observe the creation of these mysterious beings but with no success and many decades later I am still completely bewildered regarding their true purpose! Dear "Squeak retired late 1941and was succeeded by Miss Onions who had a somewhat different approach. Whilst we were at Stamford, Squeak invented and caused to be published a board game called "Nottingham to Stamford". This was a simple dice game based on the two alternative routes and obviously we were all expected to buy one although I believe profits, if any, went to a war charity.
Science was another somewhat frustrating subject inasmuch as we were never allowed to set up any individual apparatus and were not allowed to investigate or use any of the intriguing bottles and jars neatly arranged on the shelves on each bench but had to be content with watching what went on in the teacher's equipment and experiment.
Mathematics was another intriguing subject and for most of my time at Mundella it was in the care of a delightful elderly gentleman called Mr,. Broadburn who, because of the way in which he sounded his sibulants was known as "Squeak". He was one of the old school and taught Maths somewhat mechanically. For example we learned how to solve both simultaneous and quadratic equations both by logs and arithmetically but it was never explained how these equations came into being or what purpose they served once fully formed. I spent years looking over my shoulder in an effort to observe the creation of these mysterious beings but with no success and many decades later I am still completely bewildered regarding their true purpose! Dear "Squeak retired late 1941and was succeeded by Miss Onions who had a somewhat different approach. Whilst we were at Stamford, Squeak invented and caused to be published a board game called "Nottingham to Stamford". This was a simple dice game based on the two alternative routes and obviously we were all expected to buy one although I believe profits, if any, went to a war charity. Science was another somewhat frustrating subject inasmuch as we were never allowed to set up any individual apparatus and were not allowed to investigate or use any of the intriguing bottles and jars neatly arranged on the shelves on each bench but had to be content with watching what went on in the teacher's equipment and experiment.

The Mundella Eisteddfod - by Eric Dalgleish

One of the Masters in the Lower School in the thirties was a Mr Thomas, a Welshman, he taught us English. He was also the founder of the School Eisteddfod.

This was a House Competition to encourage pupils to widen their interests in the arts and sciences. There was an almost infinite range of classes to enter, and points were awarded for the three best entries in each class. Five points for first, with a red ribbon for the winner, three points for the second, with a blue ribbon, and finally one point for third, with a yellow ribbon. The House gaining the most points was declared the overall winner. In addition, the individual, from whatever house, with the most points was awarded the Eisteddfod Crown, which they held for the following year.

Eisteddfod PictureThe culmination of the event was when the school was opened to the parents, and all entries were on display. In the afternoon parents, and those scholars who could find space, sat in the Lower Hall where the Lord Mayor and Lady Mayoress of Nottingham presided over the awarding of the prizes. Before this started the final competition took place. Those entering were given five minutes to prepare themselves to walk onto the stage and give an impromptu speech for three minutes on the subject they had been given. The Lord Mayor decided on who had won.

I am not sure of the exact year, but it must have been round about 1936 or 7 when Hardwick House were the overall winners and I got the Crown. In evidence of this see the embarrassed Eric in the photo taken at home after the great day.

I wonder where the Crown is now?

 

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