Phillimore Road School, Darnall

[billyhill]

As a young trainee teacher I did my first Teaching Practice at Phillimore in early 1975.I can't remember the name of the male class teacher but I believe he became Head or Deputy later - not Tony Philliskirk by the way.

We spent four sucessive Wednesday afternoons with a group of 6 of the more "excitable " kids on the subject of fire.

The last lesson being the fire service. It must have been a success because that evening the same group went out and set fire to one of the many houses that were about to be demolished at that time - so that they could see the fire engines!!

College received a phone call from the Head Teacher congratulating us on the success of our teaching - a little tongue in cheek perhaps?

[pinkgirl]

I attended Ph Sch 67-69. Mrs Parkin was plump with a ruddy complexion but a lovely lady, she would have you sit on her lap and give you a hug as she instructed you on how to behave or what to do. Mrs Carr was another teacher there, young and cool for the time, I use to walk her to the bus stop at the end of the day, really special, she was fabulous at reading Paddington Bear and bringing the stories to life. We use to have a summer open day when we would all barn dance or similar in the play yards; I can remember my mum peering through the railings on such a day. I was at school with an Anita Humphry's, Diane Bell, Gerald and Graham(those names just appeared!). There use to be a big family of Lister's, sandy to red haired family, they came from poor circumstances. We learnt to knit dish clothes, we would listen BBC radio school programmes. It was actually a good school without any memories of cruel teachers. I do remember however, having my tonsils out and when I went back to school some smug maths female teacher mentioning it had been lovely without me, ouch! (always thought of myself as a quiet kid) Another memory just came back I do rememember telling every one how much my mum loved me and I was the favourite of six, untrue, she loved us all, totally forgot about that - I see how these Forums can bring old memories to life now,,,,,

 

I remember the Lister family very well. There was also another Lister family

who went to the school too. I also remember the knitting of the dish cloths,

I went there in 72 ish. Eventually had Mr Arnold (very strict) who if you

did anything wrong made you stand on a chair so he could throw a board rubber at you:gag: - my bad memories only come from being tormented by

other kids. I had someone in my class called Zane too- but couldn't be you cause of the year you left.

[xmiax]

oh my god!! i remember Mr Arnold I never got the rubber tho thank god, but my best mate did

Im tryna think of the head at that time, but i cant remember the name, anyone ?

[Eleke95]

We had a teacher come to our school from Phillimore in the 70s - Mr Staniland, anyone know him?

[pinkgirl]

oh my god!! i remember Mr Arnold I never got the rubber tho thank god, but my best mate did

Im tryna think of the head at that time, but i cant remember the name,

anyone ?

 

can't think of heads name either- who's class were you in?

Do you remember Miss Shillitoe?- used to do Poetry with

her

[xmiax]

We had a teacher come to our school from Phillimore in the 70s - Mr Staniland, anyone know him?

 

 

yup i remember Mr Staniland he was ok. Dont remember Miss Shillitoe tho soz.

i cant remember many teachers names, i must be older than u pink hun or maybe i just got a crappy memory

but i was there in the 70's

[ZanebA]

I remember the Lister family very well. There was also another Lister family

who went to the school too. I also remember the knitting of the dish cloths,

I went there in 72 ish. Eventually had Mr Arnold (very strict) who if you

did anything wrong made you stand on a chair so he could throw a board rubber at you:gag: - my bad memories only come from being tormented by

other kids. I had someone in my class called Zane too- but couldn't be you cause of the year you left.

 

I think the Lister family was quite a large family maybe 9 to 11 chidren (vague). I'm of mixed origin and Christine Lister, god bless her, was the first person I can actually remember bringing it to my attention. I'm really quite pale, I've been described as anemic on bad days, not that that matters, but Christine enjoyed calling me 'blackie' very confusing for a small person who knew it was literally incorrect. I have to admit as a consequence I had a great dislike for all types Ginger after that, but got over that when I actually had to mix and work with Gingers!! We're all human regardless of colour, the rest really doesn't matter to me. Any way back to Chistine, I eventually built up enough courage to stand up to Christine and would eventually shout her down, amazing how quickly you can pick up bad behaviour. No grudges held, hope you faired well Christine if you're out there. We used to live on Fitzmaurice Road, a long road of terraced housing with outside toilets in the back yards, Shops at both ends of the street. I think Flo's was one of them, her husband either had one arm or leg, war casualty, there was a similar shop across the road but run by a man, he would accept any coupons from promotions as long as he stocked the goods and we could trade off the coupons for sweets. At the other end of the street there was a cafe, Dyfella's (or similar) lovely man, his wife was a great knitter, she could knit without watching her needles!! I remember a boy called Albert, again from a largish family, remember my dad carting him off to the hospital with Appendicitis in the back of his van. Jubilee Road ran parallel to fitzmaurice but I think they actually had gardens instead of yards? Really vague memories of a hard place. Cold winters, smog, no greenery.

[pinkgirl]

That brings back such memories of the roads for me- My Mum lives on

Fitzmaurice now- the roads run 'across'- instead of down iyswim now,

I had i think Glenn Lister in my year at school.

[xmiax]

I think the Lister family was quite a large family maybe 9 to 11 chidren (vague). I'm of mixed origin and Christine Lister, god bless her, was the first person I can actually remember bringing it to my attention. I'm really quite pale, I've been described as anemic on bad days, not that that matters, but Christine enjoyed calling me 'blackie' very confusing for a small person who knew it was literally incorrect. I have to admit as a consequence I had a great dislike for all types Ginger after that, but got over that when I actually had to mix and work with Gingers!! We're all human regardless of colour, the rest really doesn't matter to me. Any way back to Chistine, I eventually built up enough courage to stand up to Christine and would eventually shout her down, amazing how quickly you can pick up bad behaviour. No grudges held, hope you faired well Christine if you're out there. We used to live on Fitzmaurice Road, a long road of terraced housing with outside toilets in the back yards, Shops at both ends of the street. I think Flo's was one of them, her husband either had one arm or leg, war casualty, there was a similar shop across the road but run by a man, he would accept any coupons from promotions as long as he stocked the goods and we could trade off the coupons for sweets. At the other end of the street there was a cafe, Dyfella's (or similar) lovely man, his wife was a great knitter, she could knit without watching her needles!! I remember a boy called Albert, again from a largish family, remember my dad carting him off to the hospital with Appendicitis in the back of his van. Jubilee Road ran parallel to fitzmaurice but I think they actually had gardens instead of yards? Really vague memories of a hard place. Cold winters, smog, no greenery.

 

 

oooh we were brought up on fitzmaurice rd, i bet i no u

[ZanebA]

oooh we were brought up on fitzmaurice rd, i bet i no u

 

How do we establish who we are without giving too much (always a certain amount of Ananimity shown on the Sheff Forum).

 

I can tell you that we came to live on Fitzmaurice in 1967, we lived at 51 first then 32 (the old chippy). We were a family consisting of mum and dad, five girls and one boy. Dad was originally from the British colony of Aden, mum is doriginally from Edinburgh