Fond Memories

Reading the many fond memories recorded by so many ex-Moor Lane pupils reveals what a profound and last effect the school had on the many children who attended there.

My family lived at 131 Sutton Road our neighbours were the Bills family. Many will identify that Mrs. Bills taught at Moor Lane. Her daughter, Elizabeth also a pupil at the school (sadly lost contact since moving addresses) became a friend, although slightly older than me.

I can recall with clarity my initial day at Infants school back in 1953 when in Mrs. Greens class such a lovely teacher I recall. John Parkin and Neil Clayton were the first two children I met, both of whom lived further along Sutton Road, and we became friends spending many an hour around Kingsmill reservoir and playing cricket on the tipping as it was called and constructing vast bonfires in time for 5 November!

I remember the coat hooks at Moor Lane had pottery pictures on them for ease of identification to hang your obligatory plimsoll bag. Christmas was unfailingly a highpoint making lanterns out of sticky paper and waiting for the Mayor to tour the school.

Miss Rowel despite her strict approach to discipline, excelled as a teacher, as indeed were many others who taught at the school. The transition from infants to juniors again allowed me the benefit of being taught by some wonderful teachers, Mr. Warrington, Miss Walker, Miss Brotherhood, and Mr. Phillips, who if you could sing certainly became more of a friend than rather than having to face up to his fierce ‘killer Phillips’ image. Ann Lyons, Robert Marriot, John Wilkinson (excellent footballer) Susan Endersby, all names remembered.

It made me smile to read all those that were in the school band seemed to be relegated to play the triangle – me too, and much to my dismay because I had a passion to play the drums! I remember going on a school band trip to Nottingham and after an hour of producing unrecognisable music (poor teaches must have been deafened), we all filed back on the bus returning to Mansfield.

Mr. Warrington taught me to swim and the dread of winter trips to the old Mansfield Baths, which I recall had a small pool next to the main one. The water felt to be straight from the tap and so cold you came out of the pool almost blue. Sports day at Berry Hill was another high point on the calendar, arriving there always with the smell of newly cut grass (tracks having been mowed the day before) and the tension building as you approach your race – what happy days.

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  • Wow, another memory recalled, When I came back from Canada in 1961 I was put back in Mr Warrington’s class, until I took the infamous 11+ exam.
    John Wilkinson was an excellent footballer, I knew him, another great footballer was Roy Overton. When I was at Moor Lane it was Mr Beazely as head master. “Killer” Phillips was the football guru.
    And yes there was the “little” baths next to the bigger pool. Those were fantastic times
    Mike Frost

    By Michael Frost (15/03/2021)
  • I too fondly remember Mrs Green, she helped make it better when I became distraught when my mother left on my first day of school

    By Kerry MacDonald (16/01/2021)
  • Was it Mr Warrington who used to draw pictures of elves, fairies etc. and they would be put up on the walls?
    Who also remembers Miss Seaman?

    By Stanko Gardasevic (16/04/2020)
  • I’m so glad that I came across this site as I love reminiscing about Mansfield. I think my mum use to go to Moor Lane school and she lived on Victoria street in Mansfield. My mum and dad were both born around 1944. There parents were Aida and Fred Carr. They lived on Victoria Street for years and there use to be a little sweet shop across the road owned by a lady called Vera I believe. Sadly my grandparents passed away when I was around 13 years old. I’m now 38 but still have a lot of fond memories of my grandparents and the area. My uncle is John Carr.

    By Amy Woodcock (12/08/2019)

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