I remember

In the last tow years of Primary school in Marsh Green I had the wonderful and inimitable Miss Docker (Hilda) She inspired me more than any other teacher ever. She would thrill us with tales of escaping from Innsbruck at the outbreak of war and demonstrate hemming to the girls by stitching the hem of her skirt - each week it got higher and higher! She was an absolute gem and I loved her dearly. She really belived in me but, sadly, all her good work was undone; I passed my 11+ as she predicted, went to Grammar School and hated every minute of it!

I remember my teachers at Whelley Sec Mod Mr Woods. Mr Edwards. Mr Beech. Mr Taylor.Mr Ashcroft & Mr Dean the headmaster.

I was like brian Webb a pupil at Argyle St.school in the early sixtys and remember a similar ocasion with Mrs. Valentine. The teacher who sticks in my mind however was Miss Turton; the art teacher.She pushed and bulied me in to going to art school, even though I didnt know myself at the time I wanted to.An act I shall be eternaly gratefull to her for.

I went to Whelley School between 1964 - 1968. My favourite teacher, (and still is), was Mr Buer. I invited him and his wife to my 50th birthday party 2 years ago and since then we have become firm frends.

I wonder if lamberhead green school is still standing,I was there 1949 or 1950.Iremember the head teacher mrs Statter.Iwas once sent to her because i would not hold my hand out for the cane of the teacher Mrs Mould.Ishould, as i got hit three times instead of once.Other teachers i recall were MrFazackerly and Mr Farrimond.He was my favorite.A couple of classmates i remember were Olwyn Heyes,Billy Rilley and Anne Hitchen.Does anyone remember me.I hope so.Forgot to mention the school was at the bottom of Loch street Pemberton.

Argle sec school hindley,Mr winstanley english,tom part crafts,mr goodwin chuffy pe,jessie leigh metal, len ashcroft len bone music, mrs pennington head mistress, jack lowe headmaster, mr greenwood french, mr curless maths, miss swancock ??? mornington road,

I remember our first-year maths teacher at Hindley Argyle St School in 1961.At the time she seemed to be ancient to us all.She was a short,plumpish little lady with white hair and a stern attitude called Mrs Valentine.Her husband Ronnie Valentine was also our woodwork teacher.In the summer holidays prior to us starting at Argyle St.,they had been to Canada and visited the famous Calgary Stampede and she told us all about it.One day,after all this had been long forgotten,she wrote a million sums down on the blackboard (it will always be a BLACKBOARD to me)and told us all that if we didn't finish all the sums and hand them in before the end of the lesson we would have to come back at 4 o'clock to finish them,and she most certainly meant it.All the class immediately brought out their maths books and started on the enormous task,but after a just couple of minutes,one of the girls put her hand up and Mrs. Valentine responded,"YES!!!" and the girl said,"Please Miss,what was it like at the Calgary Stampede?" and Mrs. Valentine said,now in a very gentle voice ,"Well,if you'd all like to put your books away,I'll tell you all about it." The things you remember! Regards Brian Webb

I remember our maths teacher George Curless at Hindley Argyle St around 1962/3.I think that he must have been one of the most pleasant looking,laid back people I have met.I remember one Friday he bet the whole class sixpence each that there would be between 40 and 45000 on Central Park on Saturday afternoon.A few of us said,"But they're only playing Whitehaven sir!" he said,"I don't care" and repeated his bet.We all knew that we were on to a winner and all bet him. The following Monday Mr. Curless held out his hand and asked for his sixpences saying"I won, pay up" and we all shouted ,"But sir,there was only 6,000 on!" and he said,"What do you mean ONLY 6,000?" and turning to the blackboard with his piece of chalk wrote ,"Well is 6,000 not between (40)and(45,000)?" He didn't take our sixpences of course.Fond Memories Regards Brian Webb

Beech Hill Primary Schhool with Miss Roberts as Headmistress, she had all the children standing in line chewing our milk 20 times before swallowing. Another memory was of the final day before leaving to go to the Junior school you had the choice of kissing her or being given a flower, many little boys walked home with a flower. A wonderful lady.

I was a student of Brittania Bridge, in the last 70's, and I remember the head master, Miss Melville, and I few of my teachers as Mrs. Johnson and Mr. G.J. Nightingale.

i remember ms veasey well!had many a smacked leg off her with that arthiritic cuff!she taught me back in 1965 cant beleive she taught all those years!also,does anyone remember father lappin?i used to have nightmares after id been to confession!!

St. Patrick's RC Primary on Hardybutts. Miss Veasey was my class teacher in 1979/80. Very bad arthritic hands that cupped a child's calf with accuracy from a swooping height. I remember not being able to fit a piece I'd written on Richard the Lionheart on one sheet of paper for the display board. I had smacked legs (which she made you stand on the bench for so she didn't have to bend) each time I wrote it out 'til it went on one sheet!

as a boy in the 1940s i remember attending all saints primary school in hindley and being taught by both of the dowlings. mr dowling's speciality was history and he was prone to dozing of during the afternoon. he was something of an authority on atilla the hun and i suspect that this was because he was married to his daughter.

I remember my first day at Woodfield Primary School, Wigan Lane. my teacher was Miss Maybury. The Headteacher was Miss Parkinson. I remember the large stone staircase, large classrooms, and the long winding path that lead to the school, past trees and shrubs and wonderful lawns. The school in those days was previously an old family house with many rooms with views over Haigh, and secret staircases. Sadly it was demolished to make way for the new Primary School as it is today.

MR HORACE YATES (GARDENING TEACHER.ALL SAINTS) NOW DEANERY SCHOOL WIGAN ASKED US WHAT COULD WE DO WITH POTATOES.WE REPLIED,MASH,BOIL,BAKE CHIP AND SO ON.WHEN I SAID "LOBBIES: I GOT A VERY HARD STARE EVEN NOW 62 YRS LATER I WONDER WHY(THERE GREAT)

i attended st andrews primary mort street wigan for 8 years and enjoyed it i remember that my favourite teacher was mr purdy my year 6 teacher why i liked him was because he wasn't like any of the other teachers most of the teachers were to bossy or to nice but mr purdy was in the middle he knew how to look after the class and helped us with our sats i honestly couldn't choose any best memorys because all my 8 years was the best.!!!

Quote: "........the teacher took one look at me and boomed out " I have another piece of rope, and another door" That wouldn't have been Mrs. Bouwker, by the way? I also have a horrible memory of one of my early days in infant 1 of Pem. Primary. The boy sitting next to me broke one of my pencils and when Mrs. B. asked me why I'd broken it I just kept silent. She dragged me from my chair and rattled the top of my leg until it was bright red.

At St Andrews school, Mort St in the early 60's I was taught by Miss Nicholson. She taught us to knit, which I hated, but, as we struggled with our eool and needles this wonderful woman read to us; from "Peter Pan" to "The Silver Sword" and extracts from many of the great classics, "The Last Mohican", "Cider with Rosie", "Oliver Twist" She instilled in me a lifelong conviction that "All the world can be found in books." I thank her so much.

Not only my teacher, but my first day at school. I was 4½. It was January and just a few new children were starting that day. I looked around the class, and there was a boy tied to a door handle, screaming his head off. I started to cry, and the teacher took one look at me and boomed out " I have another piece of rope, and another door"!!!!!! Needless to say, I soon stopped my crying.

I remember all my school teachers, mostly with affection. At St Thomas Primary School in Caroline St., when I was 10 years old, my teacher was Mr.Ashcroft. Every Friday afternoon, Mr Ashcroft would read to his class for half an hour. This was the best half hour of the week which everyone looked forward to. He brought to life the characters in the story by mimicking the voices of boys and girls, grumpy old men, and all kinds of animals. The entire class was spellbound by his storytelling and he always ended on a very exciting moment to be continued next week. Sometimes I would run off to the childrens library after school to find the book he had been reading and then look what had happened in the story. 50 years on I always think of Mr Ashcroft whenever I am enjoying a good book and see him sat at his desk, book in hand, reading to his class of 10 year olds.