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I visited the Grammar school but have no idea how I got in. We couldn't afford a suitable uniform so I had a cap and a vintage coat with the college marker stitched on it, and cut-down men's trousers. I was bullied after and I can remember. They called us the 'New bugs' and I was taunted because I'd a scruffy non-standard uniform."
And yet he identifies it as enough time of his life. No problems, only flexibility to enjoy and walk at will. Interesting how our memories of our youth can be particular isn't it? This is the early 1940s. His city was being bombed, Badges for schools his father was lifeless and his eldest brother was soaring in Lancaster Bombers around Nazi Germany. But there in the familiar bosom of his mother, all was fine. He could still skim rocks and go to school and learn therefore much interesting new stuff.
And therefore I look back once again to my early school years with fondness. How the then-vast areas today seem so tiny. The walk around my son's new college yesterday evening involved a tour. I was struck by the elf-like bathrooms and the Hobbit-sized seats! I have memories of PE in vest and knickers, making tie-dye, enjoying kiss-chase in the playground, and assemblies in the hall. I don't recall my mother taking me on the first day, or making me, or almost any injury whatever. Therefore, like my dad before me, time will need to have evaporated the poor thoughts and remaining me only with the sweetest smell of nostalgia.
Perhaps it was more than time. Perhaps the love and attention of my parents located a blanket of security around me. Perhaps it is not the spot, enough time, or the fabric of the college developing which makes these memories so sweet. Probably it is more the collective memories of the people in an idyllic childhood and the warmth of a supportive household which endures.
Pulaski College No. 8 in Passaic NJ, in the first '60s was an alternative time. You had to be at the least in the 4th rank and our ranks had 18 Patrol Guys, two Sgt, one Lt, One Capt, and a Primary, who manned the corners of urban Passaic in rain, snow, sleet, and hail. The Officers, Main, Leader, Lieutenant, and Sergeants had yellow straps to distinguish them and had to be fifth graders (the best grade inside our school) and their work was to test all the different posts to be sure we are there and doing our job. We also had a Quartermaster who took attention of the equipment, water equipment, flags, etc. He'd the standard normal tasks and had a gold Patrolman marker BUT he wore an orange Officers strip and was considered an official
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