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With hindsight it amazes me how much was free at my girls' grammar school in the 1950s. This was a time of austerity following the Second World War and rationing was still in force for some things. Yet this was a time when the Government saw fit to invest in what it regarded as the brightest of its younger generation, irrespective of their class background.
My grammar school in the 1950s did so much for us that we didn't have to pay for.
All our paper was supplied by the school, free of charge.
We had a 'rough book' each, which as its name implies was for rough work and which was of a poor quality paper in a rough blue cover.
The exercise books that we did our classwork and homework in, though, were of reasonably good quality paper. I suspect we were lucky as a flagship grammar school, because someone from a grammar school from the other side of London told me that they were always short of paper and had to make do with whatever scraps they could find. Nevertheless, we always had to 'prove' that we needed a new exercise book, as explained in the box.
The Stationery Cupboard was, I seem to remember, in one of the corners upstairs. When we needed a new exercise book, the old one had to be scrutinised to make sure there was no space left in it. I think a teacher was in charge of this - could have been a prefect - but I seem to have a picture of Mrs Howle carefully going through my 'full up' rough book! She begrudgingly let me have a new one!
(formerly Christine Culley)
We didn't have to buy our text books, either. There was no shortage of them and we didn't have to share. These books were of course on loan, so we did have to return them or pay for replacements at the end of the school year. They didn't seem well-worn, probably because each new recipient was required to cover them in fresh brown paper.
Also for girls who lived more than three miles away - which included me and most of my friends - there was a free public bus pass to get to and from school. It was handed out in class at the beginning of every term. In practice, though, I seldom used it because I preferred the freedom of cycling rather than having to queue up at a bus stop. My bus was a small single deck one because it had to pass under a low bridge, and this meant that it could not cope with the influx of large numbers of girls at going-home time. On the few occasions that I used it, it was quite normal to have to queue in the cold for several buses to arrive before being allowed on. Actually, though, I enjoyed the cycling, and I am sure it was good for me.
We did pay for our school uniform, but our parents would have had to clothe us anyway, albeit possibly rather more cheaply.
We also had to supply our own pens, pencils, rubbers, rulers and geometry sets.
I seem to remember that ink was supplied by the school because there was an inkwell monitor who had the task of filling the inkwells in the desks, but by then everyone seemed to have their own fountain pens.
If you were at Copthall around this time, you will probably like the pages on life in the 1940s and 50s - see the menu on the top menu. Information and photos are always welcome.