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Memory No. 98
From:
Tasqeen
(@WT 1998-2005)
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This is my last year at William Torbitt and I feel really sad because I will be leaving all my good teachers and friends behind. My cousins also went to this school and now their children are too!
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Memory No. 97
From:
Heena Patel
(@WT 1998>2004)
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it was great at william torbitt..i only left last year in 2004, and am now in yr 7 secondary school. I really miss william torbitt and all my teachers and friends. i remember mrs hill was the head, miss martin and miss stevens wer the deputy heads, and my yr 6 teacher was mrs talbot, who i think is still there! This was the best school i ever had, and will always be!
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Memory No. 95
From:
Pauline
(@WT )
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Memory No. 94
From:
jason
(@WT 1997>2003)
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school was cool and mrs hill was the head
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Memory No. 93
From:
David Goodliff
(@WT 1965-'72)
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I heard a television personality reflect on his life in a television documentary recently. He said that it helped him know where he was going - that he knew where he came from. How right he is.
We all lived in Ilford Borough and went to a good primary school. It benefited from a long-standing headmaster there – Mr. Cowan, and the continuity of many long-serving teachers. How pleased I am that we had the William Torbitt School experience.
Those ‘black & white’ school photographs that Pauline keeps for us all, have a period charm and calmness that are an enduring delight.
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Memory No. 91
From:
member of the football team
(@WT 2000-2001)
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I remember the good old days when we used to play footy when our year won the league those were the good old dayz
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Memory No. 90
From:
JUNE HELENED
(@WT 1959>62)
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Ihad a boyfriend which is now my husband
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Memory No. 86
From:
Shirley Bowl
(@WT )
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Children were "coached" in from Chadwell Heath. They were allowed out five minutes early so they could catch the coach home.
Mr Davis was the temporary Head Teacher after Mr Train.
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Memory No. 85
From:
June Osborne
(@WT )
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I lived in Aldborough Road North (the Dick Turpin end) and started at WT in 1941. I remember being there during the air raids of WW2, when all the front windows of the school had sticky tape crisscrossed over them to stop any glass splintering over the pupils. When an air raid occurred we had to sit out in the corridors with reading books and plasticine (I can still smell those plasticine boards we used to have). My brother Alan was at the school on the first day that WT opened. He told me how they had to walk over duck boards in places as it was not quite finished. When the air raids were really bad the school was closed and classes consisting of about 8-10 pupils were held in certain homes. Our house was one of those and although I was too young at that time to attend school, my brother informs me I used to stand outside the french windows and do silly things to distract the children in the class.
My mother took my brother and I away during the worst of the air raids to a little village called Ratby a few miles outside Leicester where we both attended the local schools and used to have to write on slates - very weird after our new modern school. We missed a lot of education through the war, which you never really catch up on - shame. I can remember our head master in the junior school was a Mr Train and of course teachers Miss Billington and Miss Ball.
My parents, Kitty and Frank Osborne were founder members (with others) of the Aldborough Hatch Community Centre which came about on a bonfire night to celebrate the end of the war. This was held on the site opposite the WT school before the flats were built, next to the sweet shop and off licence. I can remember many happy hours spent there doing various activities. My father Frank was very involved with the scenery for the concert parties which were held very regularly.
......and from Alan Osborne.......
Born June 1932. Lived in Aldborough Road North 1932-1954. A class member at William Torbitt on the first day it opened in 1937. Teachers remembered: Miss Billington, Miss Ball, Mrs Swain (top form juniors).
My son David attended the WT from 1963 although we lived in Chadwell Heath, I was able to get him into WT.
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Memory No. 81
From:
Serena Torz
(@WT 1969>76)
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I remember my mum giving me a lift to school every day after she passed her driving test in 1971. The kids laughed as they knew I only lived 5 minutes down the road in Eastern Avenue! Sadly mum died in 1998.
I also remember the dreadful school dinners, the dinner huts, Mrs Olds the dinner lady, and also Mrs Edwards (her daughter Tracy was in my class both at Torbitt and at Seven Kings High). My teachers were Miss Gadoola (spelling?), Miss Penny, Mrs Stahl, Miss Crabbe (very briefly, she went off sick), Mr Gill, Mrs Wright (she left to have a baby), & Mr Eagland twice, in the first year juniors (he replaced Miss Crabbe) and again in the 4th year.
Oh, and I also remember we all used to sit in the porches at the front of the school to keep warm at playtime in the middle of winter... the teachers and dinner ladies used to come along and throw us out again! The cold was supposed to be good for us!
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Memory No. 80
From:
Colin Wookey
(@WT 1955>61)
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(I hope my kids don't read this ... they already think I'm 150 years old !)
Learning to write, using slate boards and chalk. Feeling really grown up when I was allowed to use a pencil.
Singing a hymn and putting our chairs on top of our desks before we went home.
Spending my bus fare on a penny liquorice and a halfpenny chew and walking home.
Listening to schools broadcasts in the hall.
Hard peas and watery grey potatoes.
School sports days on the field (was it always sunny ?)
Aaaaaaah ... happy days !
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