There’s something counter-intuitive about exposing ‘delicate’ children to the elements, come rain, come shine: (1)
Sometimes, when we got there in the morning the snow would have blown in on to the tables and chairs and we would have to clear it off before we could start.
But by all accounts, it did Norman Collier, a pupil at the Aspen House Open Air School in Streatham in the 1930s, ‘the world of good’.
The school was opened by the London County Council in 1925 for pupils described at the time as ‘pre-tuberculous’ – children who were anaemic, asthmatic or malnourished. It was the fifth of the LCC’s open-air schools. The first had been opened in Bostall Wood in Woolwich on land donated by the Royal Arsenal Cooperative Society in 1907. But it was the first built to the council’s ‘improved design’ which would go on to be used in fourteen schools across the capital.
Administrative offices were contained in the adapted stable block of the villa which had formerly occupied the property and there was additional space provided for dining and sleeping – both important parts of the school’s regime we’ll examine later.
But the heart of the school lay in its classrooms – four square pavilions, built on timber posts with timber half-walls and exposed roofs. The continuous windows above the dado were unglazed until sometime in the 1950s. (2)
Of equal importance were the school grounds. For the school’s first head teacher, Mr IG Jones, there was no such thing as too much fresh air: (3)
Although our classrooms are open-sided shelters which cannot be closed, yet it is much pleasanter to work in the open-air without a roof overhead whenever possible.
This outdoors teaching required ‘stands’ and raised pathways – ‘eighty large duckboards or wooden slats were made; measured and cut by the bigger boys and nailed together by the smaller ones’. The boys also made ‘coat-racks, toothbrush racks, soap boxes, carrier boxes with handles for gardening purposes’.
Later, as the school developed, work requiring ‘more skill and accuracy’ followed – ‘clog stands, a bird table, a sunshine recorder and stand, moulds for concrete work, a sundial, and bathroom equipment’.
There’s no mention here of the school’s female pupils but they played their full part – albeit in traditionally gendered fashion – in the gardening, nature study and handicrafts which were a major part of the Aspen House curriculum. Mr Jones founded a bee keepers’ society, for example, for older pupils and one admiring observer noted: (4)
one of the most remarkable results of the training in this delightful school is the spirit of cooperation that makes the children feel the garden belongs to all, and its pleasures should be shared by all.
In 1930, the school roll comprised some 204 pupils – perhaps the peak number: 115 boys and 89 girls. They travelled from across London, receiving breakfast before lessons began at nine. They remained until around four, provided dinner and tea and required to take an early afternoon nap of between one and two hours in special hammocks with their own designated blankets.
In these early years, each pupil also received a weekly bath. A full-time matron on-site and regular medical examinations completed a regime which catered to body and soul.
This was an education rooted squarely – though without the rhetoric – in the principles of the Swiss pedagogue, Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi: a focus on the equilibrium between head, hands and heart, a belief in the free development of each child’s potential through observation and discovery of nature and the material world. Don’t tell Mr Gove!
Norman Collier remembers that the pupils were all taught their Three Rs but generally they remained at the school for around eighteen months before resuming a more conventional education. Students remember principally the kindness of teachers in an era where home circumstances and schooling were not always as kind. JV Morley recalls only one instance of caning – ‘frankly deserved’ – when one boy had struck another with a milk bottle. (5)
Aspen House remained in these premises until 1977 when it moved to new purpose-built premises in Kennington Park where it still operates as a ‘Community Special School’. In those fifty years and beyond, it serves to remind us of the best of local government education – now so maligned – and a vision of schooling which catered for the wellness and wholeness of its students.
Few now believe that its spartan fresh air regime was as restorative as its early adherents claimed but the space the school afforded for children’s personal development and, more prosaically but perhaps of greater practical impact, the clean environment and three square meals a day it provided were crucial. Perhaps the cod liver oil, given at no charge on a daily basis to pupils who received free school meals, helped too. (6)
In 1939, there were 155 open-air schools across Britain, fifteen in London alone which educated around 2000 children. The LCC also boasted a residential open-air school in Bushey Park which gave every year ‘some three thousand London schoolboys a spell of camp life’ and similar schools for girls in St Leonard’s and elsewhere. Open-air classes in London’s parks were attended by 6000 children. (7)
After the Second World War, the welfare state – its health services and structures of social security currently under unprecedented attack – combined to make the work of the open-air schools less pressing. The 1955 Clean Air Act also did much to reduce the atmospheric pollution that had blighted the lives of so many.
But Aspen House and the movement it represents aren’t of merely historic interest. Many of its principles went on to inform post-war education – both in terms of school design and pedagogy – and we jettison these values in a numbers-driven vision of educational quality at our peril.
Sources
(1) Norman Collier quoted in Brian Cathcart, ‘School’s Out’, The Independent, 23 January 2005
(2) English Heritage listing details for Classroom D at former Aspen House Open Air School
(3) This and the following quotations come from LCC, Medical Officer of Health Report 1927, made available on-line by the Wellcome Library in London’s Pulse: Medical Officer of Health Reports, 1848-1972.
(4) Elizabeth Montizambert, ‘Gazette’s Budget of London Topics’, The Montreal Gazette, 18 August, 1928
(5) Quoted in ‘Not Just Another Brick in the Wall. A booklet celebrating the life of Aspen House School, 1925 to 1995’
(6) School Managers’ Minutes, 10 December 1926, quoted in ‘Not Just Another Brick in the Wall’
(7) Gwilym Gibbon and Reginald W Bell, History of the London County Council, 1889-1939 (1939)
My thanks to the staff of the Lambeth Archives for their help in accessing the primary sources noted above.
hastanton said:
Absolutely fascinating
subarjo said:
Administrative offices were contained in the adapted stable block of the villa which had formerly occupied the property and there was additional space provided for dining and sleeping – both important parts of the school’s regime we’ll examine later.
Robin Stevens - formerly Robin Lanaway said:
The nurse’s room where we had our large spoonful of Virol every morning – and also the dreaded school medical!, the staff room, ‘the library’ which also doubled as the headmaster’s secretary’s office and then, at the far end of the corridor, the headmaster’s office – the only time you ever had to go there was for the cane!
thamesfacing said:
Really interesting. My Dad went to an open air school ,following pneumonia,back in the 1930s. He didn’t think it helped and was glad to get back to his neighbourhood school.
Nigel Boldero said:
Reblogged this on Old School Garden.
Tim Gill said:
Fascinating indeed, and a lovely slice of history. I had no idea that open air schools were so prevalent in the inter-war years. Also curious to ponder them now, at a time of growing interest in children’s disconnection from nature and the outdoors (a topic close to my heart).
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Robin Stevens - formerly Robin Lanaway said:
Interesting to note that they said that children were there for eighteen months – I was a pupil there from 1957 to 1967.
Municipal Dreams said:
Thank you very much for your comments and additional information. I think the shorter period probably applied to the interwar period for which I did most of the research.
Robin Stevens said:
Thanks for that. I really would like to see a copy of the booklet ‘Not Just Another Brick In The Wall’ with all it’s stories from that lovely wonderful school I went to but cannot see any reference to it anywhere. Can you help me in any way? Thank you.
Anonymous said:
I was at open air school in London but not sure which one from about 1967 .i vividly remember afternoon naps on camp beds in a sort of open hall .
william jamieson said:
I was there from 1957 to 1965
Anonymous said:
I remember you well! Tall, thin, blonde hair and freckles.
Municipal Dreams said:
Robin – I read a copy of ‘Not Just Another Brick in the Wall’ in the Lambeth Archives in the Minet Library, 52 Knatchbull Rd, London SE5 9QY. I think you’ll find it interesting as it covers more of the later period.
Robin Stevens said:
Thank you so much for the quick reply!That’s wonderful, I will try to get there next time I am up in London.
GLYNIS SIDWELL ILIFFE said:
I WAS THERE FROM 9 TO 15 LOVED THE GARDENS AND WAS TAUGHT KINDNESS AND SHARING AS WERE ALL THE OTHER CHILDREN
HATED THE VIROL AMD MINADEX EVERY DAY LOVED THAT AT DINING TABLES OLDER CHILDREN LOOKED AFTER THE YOUNGER ONES AND HAVE SO MANY HAPPY MEMORIES BUT ALAS ONLY A FEW PHOTOS UNTIL RECENTLY WHEN I FOUND TO MY SURPRISE HAD TRIED TO RECREATE THE GARDENS AND PAVILION ON SMALLER SCALE IN MY OWN GARDEN LEFT THEIR IN 1969 TEACHERS WERE AMAZING TOO MR NICHOLAS HEAD MR SILCOX THE DEPUTY MRS ELLIKER
BUT TO NAME A FEW THEY PROBABLY KEPT ME HEALTHIER THAN IF I HAD GONE TO A HUGE COMPREHENSIVE AND TO THIS DAY SOME OF THEIR VALUES CARRY ON WITH MY OWN GRANDCHILDREN WONDERFUL PLACE AND ALWAYS THOUGHT SO
Patricia Planner said:
Hi I was there in the late 60s I remember Mr S ilcox and Miss Elliker. Do you recall she used to take us in her car to see the Christmas lights n the west end in her own time?
I look back on this school with great fondness… I too hated the virol every day, really loved the breakfasts they supplied .. Hated the afternoon naps on the folding beds though you knew they were important for your health…would love to get in touch with anybody there at my time in school.. I don’t recall the surnames, but I was in Miss Ellikers class along with Tony and a many others in particular a girl called Janet, her father came and picked up my sister ,brother and me and took us to their house for a fireworks party which I have never forgotten!!!!
I was then Patricia O’Neill and lived by Tooting Bec common..
Gerard Sheehy said:
I went there on a June sports day of 64, it was my first day nice way to start at your new school. Miss Elliker was my first teacher . Mr Nicholson was allways talking to Miss Elliker i enjoyed my time there. My name is Gerard sheehy, Mr Wilcox used to take the mick out of my surname SHEEHY from Middlesex. Went on a school holiday to isle of white in 1966, Stayed at the White Cliff Bay Hotel great time’s. Miss Thompson was my teacher around this time then Mr Lester, after that I had a female teacher i can’t think of her name may have been Richards.spent last 2 years with Mr Silcox , other things I remember were the Christmas plays, playing football in Brockwell park on Friday afternoons except when we had to play Cricket Mr silcox came with us, I did not like cricket,The caretaker Mr McCann played football with us. Some of the names of the pupils were Davey Jones Chris Wakeman Stephen white John White Moria Osboune Yvonne Ashmond Susan white Teresa George Stephen. Wells, Herbert Tony Wakeman Gerard Keane Raymond White Debra Bundy Leslie Adams i think he had an older sister Joy. Miss O’Donahue was the music teacher. Fell asleep a few times in the afternoon they left you to sleep on, sorry if the names are not right it was a long time ago. I left in the easter of 72. Clint Jordan is another name that springs to mind. Also Terry Barton and John Hollins , Memories of the pond and the weeping willow .
Elaine lower said:
Don’t know if you remember my name Elaine Lower ,I was there same time as you .I can remember yvonne ashmond and the boy who ate pencils and teachers.
.I loved that school ,such wonderful memories .
Elaine
Anonymous said:
Derek Spicer
Jennifer McCallum said:
I attended an open Air school in the 1950s. not sure which one it was but we lived in Brixton at the time. I remember the school having large double gates at the front and there were a great many trees.I also remember the beautiful gardens where you could find large tortoise and many toys for the children to play with. If I concentrated long enough I could still taste the virol we were given each day..The large wooden open ended building, where the older children were allowed to sleep after lunch, the younger ones occupying the cosier building just inside the front gates.Cant remember the names of the teachers only their kindness.The lovely memories of that school remain with me to this day. I wonder if class registers were kept by the council for these schools?
Anonymous said:
Jennifer, I went to Aspen House School at age 4 in 1957 until 1967. I remember breakfast lunch and tea! And Virol! The headmistress was Mrs Regan, her deputy was Mr Nicholas who soon after became headmaster when she retired. I remember well our naps after lunch on those funny little beds with our own tartan blankets.
Anonymous said:
My name is Eileen nee Brackenbury
I went to Aspen House in the 50s too.
Anonymous said:
that was aspen house
Anonymous said:
Anonymous should read Robin Lanaway
Kenneth Powell said:
Being a pupil at Aspen House from 1946-1950 was one of the happiest periods of my life and I am sure all the children that attended the school will say the same. Winters were a bit bleak with no heating in the open class rooms. To get warm we would have breaks during lessons to run round the perimeter of the grounds to warm up. But how glorious it was in the summer months, picking the fruit and growing vegetables. My friend Roy Lemon and I would even spend much of our time there during the long summer holidays cutting the lawns and keeping the weeds down.
Christmas was always a special time. Everyone got a present and us older children would do the preparations, like decorating the Christmas tree and wrapping the gifts. Though the big event, particularly to the younger ones, was when Father Christmas arrived. He would appear to come through the gate with the kitchen staff marching in front of him banging their pots and pans. Our old caretaker really did make a great Father Christmas and he loved it. the presents would be given out of his sack or from the tree.
The headmaster Mr Bronswick, and all the teachers were brilliant. and I can’t forget the wonderful Sister Cowell who attended to all our ailments.
Michael Wood said:
I was at Aspen House School from about 1949 to 1960.
A long time! But very enjoyable.
There are some of my friends on “Friends Reunited” which is an interesting site for Aspen House memories.
Michael
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MA: Jane Austen's England said:
I went to an OAS from 1957 – 1963 in Hampshire. It was run by nuns and was, quite literally, a life saver.
brenda squire said:
I attended aspen house from about 1954 till 1959, cant say I ever really enjoyed school was always more into pop music , remember dancing in the school playground practicing our jive every playtime. I also remember Tony Banks and his sister Angela, my best friend and I were known as the two Brenda’s miss Reagan was headmistress , we were always playing truant , anybody remember ????
Michael Wood said:
I was there from 1950 till when I left at age 16.
I remember many friends notably Paul Schofield, Paul Guinn, Rodney Bishop, Rodney Harsum, Carol Blackmore, and many others. Headmaster Mr Brunswick, headmistress Miss Regan (funny they never had first names). My fist teacher was Miss Wakeman and I first went to school by tram, before they had the green busses.
Michael Wood
brenda squire said:
It seems that you were there same time as me, as all the names you mention were in my class, especially Rodney Bishop, he always seemed a bit posh,the last teacher I had was mr Nicholas but we all called him Nicky behind his back.
incidently did you ever go to sussex road school in Brixton ??/ I remember a Michael Wood from then.
I left Aspen house when I was 15 in 1959 I stayed in touch with Brenda weight for a few years after that but we lost touch many years ago,
nice to hear from you
brenda squire said:
Sorry I earlier mentioned Tony banks and his sister Angela, I had the wrong school that was at St Johns at Brixton,however I have now remembered a few more names ,Eileen Brackenbury, pamela Hendry, Shirley Thomas and oh I could go on and on but Rodney Bishop I remember most of all, he always had his initials woven into his shirt, WOW I have never seen that before and to be quite honest I have never seen it again.
miss Jordan is another name that springs to mind, also a teacher with red hair
can not remember his second name but we found out his name was chris quite a few of us had a crush on him,
my name at school was Brenda Corradi
if anybody remembers, love to hear from you
Michael Wood said:
Hi Brenda
I think I do remember you now! Were you able to speak Italian when at school?
I also remember Edward Kiley, Brian Pope, the O’Farrell brothers, and a girl named Carol Blackmore who lived in Sutton Surrey and came to school on a bus from there.
Eileen Brackenbury I do remember and we were both on day release one day of school to attend Brixton Day College, which is where I went after I left school.
I have written to Eileen several times via “friends reunited”, which is now defunct unfortunately as there were many contacts there.
I have visited the school several times which is a little difficult as I now live in Australia. But I do return frequently.
It amazing how little jolts of memory bring back a flood of hidden memories, hopefully all accurate!!!
Michael…….really nice to make contact with you.
brenda squire said:
Hi Michael ,thank’s for you’re reply, never given much thought to school really over the year’s, but now thing’s are flooding back to me , the fake postbox they put in the hall so we could send our friends xmas cards , the little beds we had to have our rest on after lunch, { till we were older } the green bus , that I hated anybody seeing me get on, {later I got a bus pass } and do you remember being given a bag once a year with apples and pears to take home, how miss Regans neck used to go all red when she got angry, also the thick fried bread at breakfast with tinned spaggetti { Healthy????}
Yes Michael I am indeed Brenda that could speak Italian, probably with a cockney accent as both my parents were Italian.
I now live in Bromley, so I never moved away as far as you although I have travelled a lot , and I still do get away as often as possible, about 5 times a year
wish I could find out how everybody else is doing.
when I left school, I got a job on the make up counter in the west end, then followed countless jobs ,sales assistant, betting shop work, dance teacher,
demonstrator, finally waitressing , of course in those days you could walk out of a job one day and be in another one the next,
How about you???
Michael Wood said:
Hi Brenda,
Really nice to hear from you.
I now clearly remember you. I remember a question asked of you by the teacher regarding how you need to translate twice to interpret from say Italian to English. I now have a mental picture of that moment!
I remember the green bus (bus B) I was on and later the bus passes. Breakfast I only really remember the cereal….dinners, never knew how they could make potato so wet! The tea time before we went home – I hated those sandwiches of Marmite, or mustard and cress etc.
The apples and pears were really good and who could ever forget Miss Regan’s red neck,
I left school and went to Brixton Day College to do commerce which apart from one male friend the rest of the class was all girls! I enjoyed it though even the shorthand and typing lessons. I left after one year and got my first job with British Railways in there audit office in Dorking, I then went from there to many different companies (easy to get jobs then), as an Internal Auditor. Do you remember the luncheon vouchers?
I then decided to go either to Canada or Australia. I decided in the winter so Australia was it…..Jobs here consisted of working in various hospitals in administration until I was appointed Administrator of which I was in many hospitals throughout the state. I then left after many years to work as a public servant in Agriculture. During that time I managed to get married! and have three children.
Agriculture was like a “holiday” compared with the intensity of running a hospital, I enjoyed it but was often bored. I finally retired some 6 years ago and built a house in Bridgetown in the SW of the state. Since being here I have been on several local committees and have also worked 4 years as an ambulance officer.
Michael…….
Edward Kiley said:
Hello Michael
I do remember you from Aspen House School and the names of the pupils you mentioned plus Edward Duplock, and a girl called Jackie whose surname escapes me. I remember Rodney Bishop because he always wore made to measure suits, he always had a group of people around him at playtime – especially girls. The teachers I remember are the Head Mistress Miss Reagen, Mr Nicholas, Mr Williams and Miss Jordan who I believe was australian. I remember going to bed in the afternoons and, as you got older and more responsible, you were allowed to sit outside on deck chairs. I remember the four classrooms which were based on age groups. They also had a new building for art, music and woodwork etc. One of the best times was when I got my bus pass and I didn’t have to use the London County Council green buses. Also I remember the Sports Day when all the open air schools met at Herne Hill bike track once a year and playing football at Brockwell Park on the cinder pitches. Once a year we were given apples and pears from the trees to take home. One of the funniest times was on April Fools day when some of the boys placed sheets of paper between the keys of the piano, when the teacher went to play there was no sound. Later on that day Mrs Reagen played her own april fools joke on the children. Do you remember getting milk in the summer and soup in the winter at playtimes. Two boys and myself got the cane once, I remember walking up the steps in the main building along the corridor pass the nurses office to Mrs Reagen’s office. The three of us each received one stroke on each hand, for the life of me I can’t remember what we did.
I have a lot of good memories of the school, going away for a week to Swanage in Dorset.
After I left school I worked for most of my life in the Royal Mail starting off as a Telegram Boy and ending up as a Manager. I’m now 72 and retired and it seems like yesterday after all this reminiscing. Hope you are well. I forgot to say I do remember you.
Eddie
brenda squire said:
Hi Michael,
So glad that you have done so well,it’s good to hear.
I just never wanted to learn really, could not wait to leave and start earning money clothes’, record’s,make up and so on.
I remember a few of us girls going to Miss Reagans office and asking could we learn typing and shorthand as we felt it would be more useful to us then woodwork, well her neck went so red I thought she would explode
Boy , was she angry, she was going on about how in the war women had to be able to do any job.,I can not really say my woodworking skill’s????
have come in handy , but you never know, if there is a war, and they are short of woodworkers I might get called up.
talking of woodwork, wos the teacher’s name really Mr Woodcock ,or was that his nickname,
as for myself, I married had 1 son , he is 48 now, my husband died of a heart attack in 1995 whilst we were on holiday in Spain,and that is about all there is to tell
if you ever do get in touch with any of the others, please tell them that I am still alive and kicking
All the best,
Brenda
Sally-ann Rodbourne said:
I went to Aspen House much later – 1970 – 75. Mr Nicholas was still head teacher and we still slept at lunchtime row on row of fold up beds put out in no time after lunch by the older children while we got out our own blankets from lockers at the side of the hall.
Music had become a very big thing by then. We were all encouraged to play wind instruments to strengthen our lungs and had productions of Oklahoma and Oliver and many more.
I went back to see (to my delight) that it still remained largely unchanged in 2010. it seems a precious sanctuary in a place that must be prime real estate, does anyone know if it is protected in any way?
David Walker said:
The work you all are doing to help out children and make them study is superb. I congratulate all of you for such a great effort that too for a good cause. Well done. Keep it up.
Patrick Noakes said:
Hello,
I was at Aspen House from 1947 – 1953, following tuberculosis. In the summertime the school was sweet heaven, but it was sheer hell come winter: bitter cold, the fish pond frozen over at times, with biting winds and driving rain kept out of the classrooms only by canvases hauled-to across the windowless walls. Often my fingers were too frozen to hold a pen properly. Not too helpful for a dunce like me. Our Headmaster, Mr Brunswick, was oh such a lovely man, as were my teachers, Major Sadler, Mr Cullen and Mr Perkins. Miss Wakeman was the teacher of Class 4, a lovely woman, very jolly nature, perhaps a little eccentric, but so well-suited to have the tiny tots of the school in her care – although I was never taught by her. Class 2 was presided over by an evil witch, who very nearly had me expelled – I’ll let you have the story of that if you wish. She was not as she was with me with everyone in Class 2, so possibly there was a clash of temperaments. Anyway, she shall be nameless. I had been severely ill with tuberculosis, had had two lengthy hospital admissions, as well as long periods of recovery at two convalescent homes. So I was very backwards for years. When I was about to graduate from Class 2 to Class 1, this evil woman singled me and one other boy out. I believe his name was Tommy Weaver. She found it necessary to say, before the whole class, that while other children graduating to Class 1 were doing so because their work required it, ‘Weaver and Noakes are only going up because they are too old to stay in Class 2 any longer’. Can you believe it? I can tell you that this was not delivered with anything like good humour. If it’s sounding like I’m still very angry about it, it’s because I still am. I say ‘I believe’ the other boy’s name was Tommy Weaver, because I cannot be 100% sure – but he was the brother of a girl who had died in the bed beside me, in the Evelina Hospital. Her name was Denise. I don’t know what her illness was. // I loved the school so much. I lived just off the Old Kent Road, in Darwin Street, where there was precious little greenery, so to find myself in the heart of a great big garden of a school like Aspen house, was, as I say, sweet heaven. And I came from a very working class family, as hard up as any family after the war; but at Aspen House there were quite a few children from middle-class backgrounds. Of course, I had no idea when I arrived, aged seven, what classes of people were all about, but when I’ve looked back over the years I can see that that was how it was – which is another lovely aspect of schools like Aspen House: you find yourself thrown in among a mixture of all sorts, and without realising that you all get along very well. As I think we mostly did :) // I found first love at this beautiful school. She took my breath away. I felt faint whenever she came near me. Of course, in those days (in these days too I should think), a nine year old doesn’t know what’s taken place. And anyway, I think no one can possibly understand anything about this unless they’ve been through it themselves; and should they have been then they will, I believe, withdraw and say nothing – if they were to say anything at all about it they would know that they have to speak entirely seriously. Because it is serious. People, family, might smile, and, in the very sweetest possible way, make light of it – when there’s nothing light about it at all. I was completely overwhelmed. I could not stop looking at her, or thinking about her. Whenever I came to school, hers was the only face I sought. From across the playground, or to where she would be sitting across the dining hall, on the girls’ side, I looked for her. Until one year, after the long summer holidays were over, I couldn’t find her anywhere. I was anxious and distressed – and, like I say, there was no one I could possibly speak to. A nine year old boy with these feelings is not able to ask a teacher where a girl might be, as simple as that might seem, even when it is so important – and maybe simply because of that: it is so important and intense. Possibly this silent infatuation isn’t love, although we’d be hard put to find another word that will do. I think it has no name. Perhaps ‘sublimation’ comes somewhere near, but sublimation of what? It is unlike any other emotion in life. It asks for nothing, expects nothing, and a child undergoing this heavenly cataclysm hardly knows what’s going on. He or she might want to tell the girl or the boy about it, but even if they felt they could, what might they say, what words could they use? The first love young men and women experience for one another is entirely unknown to children. So that cannot be an option, though it’s very easy to think it might be. It seems to be something quite like love that is quite unlike love, because it’s so utterly selfless in every degree. Words simply will not do. It is blissful torture. Well, as the days and weeks and months drifted by, gradually I realised what must have happened. She had become well again, had recovered enough to be able to return to a normal school, so she had left during the summer break. Pamela Lee.
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Among our memories we remember especially those who have been wicked to us, and those who have been even just a little bit kind to us; and those exceptional people who pass us by like butterflies.
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BTW, I went back to the school only a few years’ ago, to find it transformed into a lovely school for Muslim children. As luck would have it, I arrived at the end of the summer term, when parents from various parts of the world had brought along their various cuisines for all to enjoy, and I was invited by the Headmistress to pick up a plate and partake. Which I duly did. What amazing dishes they were. I had many tales to tell those who came to talk with me, all happy ones. And one young woman teacher, who came to sit beside me and chatter happily away, was dressed in the burqa, and I have to say I didn’t really think about that until days or weeks afterwards. Lovely afternoon. I told them how we loved Mr Brunswick so much, and how I could still hear his voice ringing out, ‘For Those In Peril On The Sea’, in the assembly hall on appropriate days, as I expect some of you can too.
Michael Wood said:
Him Patrick
We have corresponded before via Friends Reunited I think.
You bring back again many memories…….I also do remember the teacher in Class 2 who even in my time (later than yours) was cruel and vindictive to certain children who had learning difficulties, irrespective of their time they had spent in hospitals and having to “catch up”.
I had no trouble with her but others did and I do remember her name!
Next time I am in the UK I shall be going to the “Lambeth Archives” as they have all the records of Aspen House. I will want to look up myself, of course, and any other pertinent records. I will like to be reminded of some of my school friends names who I am the moment only have a face to remember.
I think I first went to Aspen House in 1949 and stayed until I reach 16 years so my education developed in the best environment ever; even in the winter!
Michael Wood…..
Patrick Noakes said:
Hello Michael,
I think you’re right, we have corresponded via Friends Reunited. And I believe we absolutely must have been at Aspen House together. I contracted tuberculosis when I was about seven years old, in 1947. I was a pupil at the school within eighteen months, after I’d spent several months in The Evelina Hospital for Children, and several more months in convalescent homes at Broadstairs and Hawkenbury. I left Aspen House in the summer of 1953, to go to The Avenue Secondary Modern School for Boys, which was in John Ruskin Street. And what you say is true, that the Witch of Class Two did not behave as she did with me, and Tommy Weaver, to all the class. Via Friends Reunited I was in touch for a while with Rodney Allen and one other boy, whose surname escapes me for the moment, but I believe his Christian name was Robin. (Though it might have been Brian Boroughs). They were both happy with the way Miss M taught and behaved towards them, although I think one of said his Dad had come to see her over something or other, or perhaps sent her a letter, so it’s possible she was unduly harsh on whichever one it was. That may well have been Rodney Allen, because I clearly remember a lesson in Class Two where Miss M posed the question to the class, “Which will have and retain the most heat, a saucepan of hot water, or a single drop of hot water?” Rodney Allen put up is hand and, when pointed to, confidently said, “A single drop of hot water, Miss!” Miss M said, “Why you fathead, Allen, of course it wouldn’t!” Made me laugh inside, but clearly, using that kind of language to a child is not on. I have a photograph of Class Two, taken on the lawn around the back of, and to the left of, the cloakroom. I think you must be in it. My school friends, Micky Donovan and Brian Cordingly are both there, Andrew Grey, too, and probably Alan Sillet (sp?), plus Margaret Ball, Pauline Winn, and other of the girls, as well as yours truly. I wonder if Joe Picardo is in it as well? Here’s my email >> nowsthetime@btinternet.com >> if you send me yours I’ll send the photo to you when and if it turns up. // And here’s a link to The Evelina Hospital for Children >> https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=the+evelina+children's+hospital+london&biw=1280&bih=878&tbm=isch&imgil=xBgsOmRbyzNGSM%253BAAAAAAAAAAABAM%253Bhttp%25253A%25252F%25252Flondonkatalog.com%25252Fcity%25252Flondon%25252Flisting%25252Fevelina-london-childrens-hospital%25252F&source=iu&pf=m&fir=xBgsOmRbyzNGSM%252CAAAAAAAAAAABAM%252C_&usg=__ZMygAR70s0q5WY_NAmCNeokVdVA%3D&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiQ3vjig7XQAhUI5IMKHUQkAckQuqIBCJgBMBM&imgrc=5P37shV3Uela0M#imgrc=5P37shV3Uela0M%3A >> It was of course nothing like this when I was there, back in 1947, but it was okay. The nurses loved us. But generally speaking, I think none of the staff was aware of the psychological effects on children away from home for such a long time – and I’m pretty sure visiting was something like once a week. It would be worth looking into.
Patrick
PS >> THIS IS MOST IMPORTANT TO ME, if any Aspen House pupils reading this have a class photograph (or any other photograph) that includes Pamela Lee, I would dearly love to have it. My email address is >> nowsthetime@btinternet.com As I believe I said in my first post, she was my first love, and I can never forget her. Amazing, isn’t it? I think of her all the time.
Anonymous said:
Hi I went to Aspen House age 7in54 till 15 years old ,when you got to,14 you could go. To staff room and wash up staff tea cups and plates in rest time ,Mr Nicholas was head and was very friendly with a teacher,my friend Susan Thompson and I used to love it. 4 class rooms ,till a big building built where we learn music and hobbies, used to love to go to keepers house to watch a programme on television his wife would give as a drink and biscuit,so many memories.
Anonymous said:
forgot to leave my name then ,Ann O’Farrell
Anonymous said:
Do you remember going to Brockwell Park on a coach to play netball ,I used to love being at school good food as my home life was bad ,thank you Aspen House Ann O’Farrell.xx
brenda squire said:
Hi Ann, yes , I do remember going to play netball , also sometimes being taken to museums on a Saturday morning, and swimming lessons at brockwell park,i realize that I am older than you as I left school at 15 in 1959 ,
where have all the years gone,
All the best to you,
Brenda
Janis Howells nee Manners said:
Hello Michael I went to aspen house around 1962-1967 failed the medical and had to go to a secondary modern which was horrid I cried for weeks, my name then was Janis Manners I was the last of the Manners family to leave the school, I remember Linda Gilfrin and Jacqueline Speight and Annie Adams, all my best friends, Mrs Eliker, Mr Silcox, Mr Gould, Mr James an African teacher, sadly we all gave him a bad time, I also remember with fondness Miss Cripps I loved her, she taught me how to sew and to this day I still sew the way she taught me, loved the school and was very sad to leave it, I did return later on for a school reunion. I also remember Barbara Mitchell and a girl named Pearl cannot remember her surname.
Robin Stevens said:
Hi Janis I remember you Pat and Jimmy very well, we were in the same class, my name was Robin Lanaway. You were all dropped off just before me on the school bus Bus A.I was at Aspen House from aged 4 in 1957 to 14 in 1967. They passed me fit and sent me to a terrible school in Camberwell., You mentioned a girl called Pearl, her name was Pearl Lamptey. Do you remember all the fuss and how we were warned not to make any racist comments to her, the first coloured pupil at the school. I am in touch with Stephen White, Christopher Wadmore, Glynis Sidwell, Lynda Gilfrin and Christine Ashby all on Facebook. On Facebook my name is Robin Stevens, it would be lovely to hear from you!
Clive Anderson said:
I attended from 1959 to 1966, I remember Mr Silcox with his trumpet playing, Mrs Eleker, Mr Cox and the heacteacher whose name I have forgotten, but got canned by him for something I did not do. I also remember them showing the Battle of Agincourt and then running the film backwards. Some pupils included Gay Elliot, Robert Sidley, Christopher Heffernan and Kevin Grimes, who I understand sadly died of an Astma attack at Victoria Station, aged 16.
Brian Webb said:
I went to Aspen House from 1952-57 and remember many of the pupils including Rodney Bishop, Harry Wagland, Stephen Skinner, Derek Reynolds and many of the incidents of which many of you have spoken about. Remember Mr Drake the art teacher or Mr Clanfield the woodwork teacher?
Anonymous said:
Hi Brian, yes I remember you, you had blond hair , and I had a secret crush on you for ages, but I believe that you were in a class higher then me, also, I remember Michael Barry, that I also had a crush on, I was so fickle, I am now 75, but the memories are very clear , I also remember Harry Wagland, he was always in trouble, nice to hear from you all, if anybody knows what happened to Brenda weight ?? I would love to hear from you
Brenda
Anonymous said:
Ps
my name then was Brenda Corradi
Anonymous said:
Hello Brenda, nice to hear from you. Still have a lot of hair but it’s now grey! Nice to know the school is still there. Shame the Aspen House Facebook page didn’t take off in 2010. I’m coming up 78.
Anonymous said:
Hi Brian,nice to know that a few of us golden oldies are stiill around, it is another world now , not sure if its better,, we were all so innocent, compared to todays youth.
As you are 3 years older then me, teachers may have changed, my art teacher was Russel quail ( or something like that)and he was also a folk singer and appeared on a lunchtime show presented by Noel Gorden, OH what excitment that caused, some of us were invited into the caretakers house to watch him on t/v, highlight of my year.,I am glad that i had my youth, when i did,we didn’t have money, but, we were happy with our lot,,young people are amazes that we managed without mobile phones, be nice to hear from anybody else that remembers
Brenda
brenda squire said:
Sorry Brian, you were only 2 years older then me, as i was 76 in May, can not quite believe it, where did all those inbeetween years go
Brenda
Anonymous said:
I too was 76 in May, age does not matter as long as one is healthy. I will miss coming to the UK this year due to Covid. I allways make a vist in Jully and August, but not this year.
I always think this is a strange site to communicate, but its all we have.
Michael Wood
Kenneth Powell said:
I was at Aspen House from 1946 to 1950. I wonder if there is anyone that was there around that time. Ken Powell.
Michael Wood said:
I was there from 1949 onwards
Anonymous said:
Michael’s right Brenda. Our health is so important. Can’t place your face Michael but we must have been there at the same time? Me 52/57.
Brian webb
Michael Wood said:
Brian I was there from 49 onwards until i was 16 years when i went on to Brixton Day College. Names names get hazy sometimes, I have memorues of faces but no names. I do rember the following.
Brenda, Eileen Brackenberry, Carol Blackmore, Paul Guinn, Edward Kiley, Rodney Bishop, James ? Sydney ? Norman Schofield, ? Duplock, some irish brothers who I have forgotten their name at present. As i was there for my entire secondary schooling some of the names may have appeared outside of your period. Michael
Anonymous said:
Hello Michael, I recall a couple of names on your list. I think you mean Patrick o’farrell and his brother. I also went on to the Brixton Day College before getting a job with the London County Council as it was then. Good times. Good memories. Hope you can get back to the uk when coved is under control.
Brian
Michael Wood said:
Patrick , I remember now! Yes i am sure by next July things will be stable enough for me to travel again.
Michael
Anonymous said:
Is it at all possible , that we could, as few as we are, have a reunion ? god willing ?
Anonymous said:
Would work for me.
Brian
Michael Wood said:
A reunion would be a great idea. Will have to wait untl nexr year, July or August is when I normally come over from OZ.
Michael….
Anonymous said:
Thank you both for reply’s, when you are young,, a year is easy to plan, not so easy now, i hope we manage to pull it off, would be great, best wishes.
Brenda
William Jamieson said:
I was at Aspen House at the age of seven from 1958 to 1966.
The gang I remember being with, were from memory, Richard Cook (cookie),with whom I had a fight with in the playground on my first day, but then became best mates. the Savage twins David and Terry, little sods, Anthony Deacon, later Brown brilliant down the bookstore with a long coat and false arms. Henry Dennis, Billy Asseter. We were a little rowdy, I think home lives were a bit rough. One new guy got buried up to his neck at gardening, the teacher wasn’t too attentive for that. The girls were Carol Lewis, Julia Lowles, who I really fancied, she came to my home once and had beans on toast, that was the end of that. Susan Millar, Lillian Sanches, Christine Groombridge, Isabelle Macdonald, apologies if I haven’t recalled you. I will mention that Cookie and myself nearly ended up in borstal once, if it wasn’t for the intervention of Mr Silcox coming to Juvenile court and telling the Court we were model pupils. I wont say what for, just that we were lucky. The last term or year I was there, they put me and Gerard Keanie outside to do the garden, around the new classroom. Because of our ages, just missing the end of term. We smoked our heads off, buried a load of rubble , for which the school planted a tree in our honour, and according to satnav is still there.
Andrew Augustyn said:
I started at Aspen House from approx 1952 and was in the junior class with Mrs Weightman. I sat alongside Susan Sadler and we were moved up to Mr Kayes class after. Shared a dining table with Barry Jarlett, John Baxter, Brian …… ,etc.
Was best friends with Raymond McCormack and Paddy O’Farrell.
I at left 9 years old for Fenstanton (up the road) to take my eleven plus. Was there for a year then went to Kingsdale in Dulwich. My brother stayed at Aspen House and he later joined me at Kingsdale.
Mrs Regan was always caning me with her walking stick and she made me sit in her room at break times as a punishment. She had a noisy budgie called Pear. It was my punishment for playing football with the older boys in the big playground.
We met Bus B each morning with Mrs Hubbard. We then drove around Streatham, Mitcham etc until we arrived at the school.
Michael Wood said:
I started at Aspen House in 1949, in class 4 with miss Weightman also. I stayed at Apen House until i left at 16years. A long sentence! :) I presume i was just ahead of you.
chasbaz said:
My uncle suffered from TB as a youngster and spent time at the Margate Sea-bathing hospital – a similar style of establishment I suppose. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Sea_Bathing_Hospital
Anonymous said:
I’m looking to see if anyone remembers a Sylvia Gillham from Dorset, she was diabetic and approximately 6 years when she arrived. Year was 1945. Sadly she had passed Iam trying to find the school she was sent to.