I was at Cotteridge School from 1962 – 67 and remember it just as if it was yesterday. Sounds corny doesn’t it, and that’s what our parents used to say, thinking about something from the past. But it´s absolutely true. I remember the children who shared more or less the same experiences, from the first day in Miss Self`s class, to leaving the school after the 11 plus and Mr Pebworth as the headmaster.
Some of the children I remember:
- Jeffrey Watson (went to his birthday party, he lived on the Pershore Road, just down from the school)
- Teresa Hastings and Heather Wilson (I think some of the boys were a bit scared of them, they could pack a punch)
- Anita Clamp (my first love, emigrated to Canada andI never saw her again, her father was a policeman I think)
- Anita Harris (always smiling)
- Hetty Sturge (a quiet little black girl, with a religious family)
- Colin Pedley (my best friend but we lost contact after we came in different classes at our next school)
- Robert Waldron (his father owned a shop just over the road on the corner of Francis Road, it had all sorts of things in there, both new and old)
- Then there were the Cotton twins, Robert Wagstaff, John Baldwin, “Nobby” Clark (of course) Later when I became a soldier i served in the same Regiment as his cousin and we could share some memories.
I really missed Cotteridge, both the ups and downs, I remember getting a smack on the legs by Miss Reed, for talking in class, but I really liked her and was sad when she died of cancer not long after. Of course there was the infamous Miss Smith, when I look back on those days, I don´t think she meant to be as mean as she seemed, I think she was just a product of an old fashioned type of teaching. She thought she could control us better by fear then kindness. I must admit no one dared to say anything when she was teaching, pity it was maths (my worst subject).
Well after years in the army I have settled down in Denmark and I have a son who is 14 years old. It is interesting to compare my son’s school life to my own and I wonder if he will think about his school in the same way we others think about Cotteridge.
Philip Haynes, Holstebro, Denmark
Used to live at 171 Lifford Lane