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When we were old enough to go to school, we walked
there on our own. The school was a stone throw from our
house so we were lucky. Some children had to walk more
than a mile to get there.
The school had three classrooms: one for the young-
est children, one for the middle class and the biggest
room for the oldest children. Mr Thompson, the head-
master, taught the oldest class himself. He was very strict.
We were not allowed to talk. If someone misbehaved,
they had to come out and stand in front of the class. But
if it was really serious, they had to hold out their hand for
the cane. They felt miserable, though it didn't hurt too
much.
There was a wall in the schoolyard which divided it
into two parts. The boys came to school through the
main gate whereas the girls through the garden gate.
It was ridiculous as we studied in the same class but had
to play in separate playgrounds with the wall between us.
In the morning we all came to the big room, sang
a hymn and said a prayer. The youngest children learned
how to write by drawing letters in a sand tray. When they
got older, they used dip pens with ink. I remember learn-
ing poems and tables by heart. Small children worked
with dark-green plasticine and older girls learned to sew
and knit.
In the school there were no lunches so we had to go
home to eat. The children who lived far away brought
their lunches to sch0ol. When it was cold in winter,
Mr Thompson made a hot drink and the children sat
around the coal fire to eat.

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