I went to Heber Junior school in 1951 and had a wonderful time; the teachers were dedicated and obviously liked children and they introduced all sorts of innovations to improve the school.One such was the house system, with houses named after local roads and coloured ties or belts to indicate your house, clearly the staff had happy memories of their own probably public school days. The building on the other side of the playground was still a science block and we learnt all sorts of stinks and bangs there. The classes were made up of 40 children with "a remove" for those who needed a bit more help. The masters had gone through the government training scheme for returning ex-servicemen and the man who taught the remove , a Mr Gore, had a superb RAF handlebar moustache. Everyone loved him as he was very jolly and kind. My own teacher, Mr Musgrove, had served in the army in the far east and he was a lovely man who always prefaced his remarks to us with "Now people...". In our last year he taught us some French so we wouldn't be at a loss when we went to our secondary schools, and the Latin Gaudeamus Igitur song. We were children from very ordinary homes remember! Like Wardy, I could reminisce for pages about those days, but, unlike Wardy, my memories are all happy ones.
