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From 2008 contributors to The Royal Windsor Forum have been posting their memories of the Holy Trinity School.

Eventually the thread became so extensive that it was decided to edit the posts to create separate articles for each school. The editor of The Royal Windsor Website is very grateful to Jane Lindsay (in Australia) for undertaking the substantial task of editing all the entries.

Readers are welcome to add their own comments and memories on the current School Memories forum thread here. If you are not already a member you would be welcome to join us. It is free!

Holy Trinity Primary School

martyx13 - 3 Mar 2010

From Holy Trinity, the use of slates and a stylus seems to be a memory, posters of ABC and 123 adorning the walls, up aged wooden stairs to some classes, craft lessons with tapestry panels and wool, making cement bricks in matchboxes, milk duty and after school visiting the tuck shop on the corner on the way home along South Place.Holy Trinity Primary School 1953 - 1955 Headmistress: K.M.W.Taylor Class III teacher: S.Long

Spranglebolt - 3 Mar 2010

Incidentally, Erin Dors taught at Holy Trinity - and loved it - right up to when it closed and all the sprogs were moved to St Stephens.

 

Thanks to Hamptons for this image of the former Trinity School.

 

martyx13 - 3 Mar 2010

The slates and stylus were in use in the classroom decorated with the posters, this has been confirmed by an old school chum.Well, the photo looks very nice but it's not the way I remember it. However, judging from the angle of the building against Ward Royal in the background, then the image shows the 2 storey classroom which formed the right hand corner of the school when viewed from the entrance gate in the alleyway. Opposite the end where the car is parked was a toilet block, without a roof. At the other end of the school yard and close to the gate was where the milk crates were set and milk duty done. At the left of the frame and at right angles to the buildings shown was another building, probably a hall but the classroom referred to earlier. This completed 3 sides of the school, no recall of the 4th side. Leaving the school from the side gate was a side or end wall of a house painted black and I think maybe some small gardens, turn right after the gate and a short walk down the alley and on the left is the corner sweet shop. Across the road is the west end of South Place.

Given the somewhat unusual and rather fetching architectural style, (ecclesiastical perhaps) I'm disappointed that the 'planners' allowed for the remodelling of the building facades and that horrible paint.


Clewer St Stephens Primary School

The Wrought Iron Gateway

The wrought iron gateway to the school.
The larger gates have been replaced but the pedestrian gate is almost certainly original

 

Thamesweb - 27 Apr 2008

I have received the following memories from Anne Hill who had read our Clewer St Stephen's School article.

I have enjoyed reading memories of two ex pupils of St Stephen's School: I too remember it with fondness. We lived opposite the school in Arthur Road (Gardeners Cottages, featured elsewhere on your site) I started in Miss Bennett's Nusery at the age of three and a half, and stayed at the school until I passed the 11+ to Windsor County Girls' Grammar School. In Miss Bennett's class we had a rest after lunch on fold up canvas beds. Our headmistress at that time was Miss Winfield, and I can remember queuing outside her office (situated halfway up some stairs) to get the extra clothing coupons for my school shoes because my feet were larger than average. Mr Bayard was the teacher for the top boys' class, and I remember being astonished that the boys could get the cane, but not the girls. Miss Kersley took the girls' top class and she was a colourful and flamboyant woman given to wearing purple and orange clothes and a lot of makeup. She was very strict and was known to throw the blackboard rubber at anyone who talked or didn't pay attention in class. I am glad to say that I didn't get that treatment, probably because I was always in the front row where she seated the pupils in order of their attainment in the weekly tests. I left the school top of my class and remember how cross my mother and father were when I came 20th in the first year at the Grammar School. At that time all the schools in the Windsor and Ascot area sent their pupils there if they passed the 11+, and I was in the 'A' form, but they thought I'd been slacking. I can't remember the dinner hall, apart from the smell of the steam coming from the drains outside, because I went home to lunch, but every Friday we went to St Stephen's Church before lessons started. I can remember feeling faint when the incense wafted over us, something I wasn't used to at the Baptist Church I had attended with the Girls' Life Brigade. In 1947 after the big freeze, the subsequent flooding meant that all the exam papers were floating down Arthur Road, and the 11+ exams were delayed. My sister and I thought it was great fun as there were punts coming along the road throwing bread and dried goods up to us. We thought it was great because we got tins of Horlicks and Ovaltine tablets, as good as sweets to us in times of rationing. It seems sweets play a great part in my childhood memories, perhaps that's why I've had a lifetime weight problem! We moved to the castle when I was 11 as my father was promoted to Castle Turncock which gave him a house in the castle grounds. I have memories of attending the Staff Balls at Christmas with my mother and father, watching the Garter Procession on several occasions and too many memories to record here at 11 pm and time for bed. I have lived in Scotland for the last 35 years, but at 71 years old I remember Windsor with affection. Thanks to my cousin Chris Bourne for bringing the site to my attention.

martyx13 - 20 Apr 2010

Of the school excursions I recall, we boys from St Stephens went swimming to Maidenhead, some of us taking our certificates (and often our swimming costumes). For me the landmark outing was to the railway workshops at Swindon, and the smell of steam engines lingers still!