I think many of us have first times that we remember. Some are pleasurable, some we would rather forget!
At the age of threeI was smacked for unpicking my mother’s knitting! At five, smacked again on my first day at infant school for crossing my legs when sitting down. You weren’t supposed to do that! At fourteen, I went to my first party where boys were invited too! What a thril. Us girls couldn’t wait, we were so excited! It was that day that I met Ron (sixteen) my future husband.
March 10th was my lucky day. The first day I wore my engagement ring to school, I was teaching at Greenbank. I took every opportunity to write on the blackboard so that I could rest my left hand and admire my ring!
On my first day of teaching at Fonthill School in Southmead, I quarrelled with the headmaster. When my class came in from the playground, I noticed one little boy was missing. He was seven and it was his first day at that school too. Where was he? He was in the headmaster’s office being caned. His “crime”? He had taken a piece of chalk outside and had drawn on the ground. I was very cross and really reprimanded the Head.
Talking of schools, my first day at Red Maids was far from enjoyable. I broke a test tube in the laboratory, then we wnt outside to play hockey. I had to throw the ball in. At that moment the teacher bent over and the ball hit her nose causing it to bleed! What a first day!
I will finish on a happier memory. The first holiday after our honeymoon was planned for France, somewhere we had never been. We had booked a place on a plane flying from Lydd in Kent. On the way there our fan belt broke, so we missed the plane! Luckily we were in the A.C. Petite that I told you about last month. There was just room to fit it into a plane with two large Rolls Royces!
Our first breakfast in France was in Le Touquet. We loved it, and it is still one of my favourite places in the world!
Enjoy November.
Esmé
At the age of threeI was smacked for unpicking my mother’s knitting! At five, smacked again on my first day at infant school for crossing my legs when sitting down. You weren’t supposed to do that! At fourteen, I went to my first party where boys were invited too! What a thril. Us girls couldn’t wait, we were so excited! It was that day that I met Ron (sixteen) my future husband.
March 10th was my lucky day. The first day I wore my engagement ring to school, I was teaching at Greenbank. I took every opportunity to write on the blackboard so that I could rest my left hand and admire my ring!
On my first day of teaching at Fonthill School in Southmead, I quarrelled with the headmaster. When my class came in from the playground, I noticed one little boy was missing. He was seven and it was his first day at that school too. Where was he? He was in the headmaster’s office being caned. His “crime”? He had taken a piece of chalk outside and had drawn on the ground. I was very cross and really reprimanded the Head.
Talking of schools, my first day at Red Maids was far from enjoyable. I broke a test tube in the laboratory, then we wnt outside to play hockey. I had to throw the ball in. At that moment the teacher bent over and the ball hit her nose causing it to bleed! What a first day!
I will finish on a happier memory. The first holiday after our honeymoon was planned for France, somewhere we had never been. We had booked a place on a plane flying from Lydd in Kent. On the way there our fan belt broke, so we missed the plane! Luckily we were in the A.C. Petite that I told you about last month. There was just room to fit it into a plane with two large Rolls Royces!
Our first breakfast in France was in Le Touquet. We loved it, and it is still one of my favourite places in the world!
Enjoy November.
Esmé
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