I always felt sorry for poor old Florrie.
Old Miss Ireland, the one I said I didn’t like, used to ask on Monday morning who had been to church, put your hands up if you had been to church, because they didn’t like it if you didn’t go to church. Anyway Florrie put her hand up and Miss Ireland said,
‘You can put your hand down. You never went to church, you went to the Methodist Church.’ Florrie went to the chapel along South Street and so did Megan Cook (nee Buckett) Jean Maitland nee Levey1928
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Gerry Sheldon: swimming
There were sometimes dolphins in the Solent when you were swimming along off Yarmouth.
I do remember one occasion when we had been practising our mile swim, a thin little girl who was a good swimmer set off for the pier before us. As I got near to the pier the current was getting stronger and it was harder work. Florrie Knee called out to me to come and help her. She wasn’t in trouble but the little girl was, under the pier, and Florrie was trying to help her. Although she was a good swimmer, the tide was pulling her and she was tired. Florrie and I managed to help her ashore, and she ran home. Nobody ever knew what had happened, or what nearly happened.
Gerry Sheldon nee Haward b1924
Florrie Sloper: Swimming at school
I loved our visits to Love Shore once or twice a week.
I cant imagine how from a safety point of view that could happen today.
I learned to swim quite quickly (no armbands etc) and ended up with a silver medal in 1934 for swimming a mile, from Eastmore, Bouldnor, to the Pier at Yarmouth accompanied by a rowing boat.
Florrie Sloper nee Knee b 1922
Florrie Sloper: School days 1920s 1930s
I am now 82 and did all my schooling at Yarmouth from the years 1927-1936 and I feel I received a first class education all those years ago.
In 1927 I started in the infants (at 5 years) and my teacher was Miss Ella Chambers (always felt a bit special as my birthday was the same day as hers).
We were really drilled in phonic sound and I always delighted in getting my spelling right. English was always my stronger point, but I have never forgotten my times tables and have found them a godsend right up to the present day.
I then went up to Standards 1 and 2, my teacher was Miss Ireland. (I never knew her first name). She was one of the “old school” but we really forged ahead with reading etc. I used to love Friday afternoon 3.30pm when she always read to us and particularly remember “A Basket of Flowers”, very sad. Florrie Sloper nee Knee b 1922
Basket of Flowers book cover ; class reading mentioned by Florrie Sloper nee KneeThe Basket of Flowers: A Tale for the Young by Christoph von Schmid
James, the king’s gardener, teaches his 15-year-old daughter Mary all the principles of godliness through his flowers. She is falsely accused of stealing, and the penalty is death. Mary remembers her father had taught her: that it is better to die for the truth than to live for a lie.
Jean Maitland: School days
I always felt sorry for poor old Florrie.
Old Miss Ireland, the one I said I didn’t like, used to ask on Monday morning who had been to church, put your hands up if you had been to church, because they didn’t like it if you didn’t go to church. Anyway Florrie put her hand up and Miss Ireland said, ‘You can put your hand down. You never went to church, you went to the Methodist Church.’
Florrie went to the chapel along South Street and so did Megan Cook (nee Buckett)
Jean Maitland nee Levey b 1928