Just joined the forum. I now live in NW London but went to Heber Road School in about 1955 - 1961 (56 -62?)and lived in a prefab in Friern Road. My grandparents ran the laundry/dry cleaners in Crystal Palace Road and I spent the first year of my life in rooms behind Dee's, the grocer, opposite. All my aunts and uncles lived locally and most, plus my mum and my grandad had gone to Heber.
I remember being terrified on my first day and, not knowing where the loos were, asked a boy of about my own age who, naturally, pointed to the boy's. They weren't very clean or sweet-smelling!
I had Mrs Sanderson as form teacher who managed to get 50 of us in her class of 52 kids, successfully through the 11+.
Very strict and very religious - I remember her saying she'd rescue her bible first in a fire and I'd thought "why not just buy a new one? - she smacked freely and I used to get a whack across the ear for having untidy handwriting. She went with us to Swanage in 1958
My best friend was Valerie Fuller, a gifted artist who made the tile picture of Hansel & Gretel that was hung in the assembly hall. Mr Heester was the headmaster who wore white plimsolls and was keen on the cane. I remember Mr Regan who I think taught maths and was notorious for throwing a blackboard eraser at anyone not quick enough to answer.
The girls and the infants had their playground on the left, from Jennings, and the boy's on the right, next to the science block.
Memories! In winter, a patch of ice would form next to the caretaker's house which everyone fought over as a makeshift, tiny ice rink! Hated the compulsory milk and still throw up if I drink any. I was one of those who had to have cod liver oil tablets; my health was never brilliant and we were quite poor, I suppose. I remember being one of the few girls who wore a gymslip, tied with the red belt of Rodwell House. I'll try and find some pics!
I remember the fancy dress parties at Christmas and being dressed as a Christmas cracker and hardly able to walk in it! I also remember a production of 'Wind in the Willows' in which I was cast as a duck. And being bitterly disappointed as illness yet again prevented me from being in it. After school we used to spend our 3p a week pocket money in the sweatshop round the corner in Crystal Palace Rd, a few doors down from, Norton's, the hardware shop on the corner. Yvonne Norton was in my class.
I was bullied quite a bit as I was quite a skinny, shy thing although I will always be grateful to Mrs Sanderson who never stopped believing in my (latent!) abilities.