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We had a school reunion on Saturday. It was exactly 50 years since I left Bounds Green Secondary Modern school in July 1958 at the age of 13. I started at Tottenham Technical College for my last three years schooling in September of that year.
There was a reasonably good turn-out of pupils who were at the school during the 1950s and early 1960s. It would have been nice if a few more had been traced and were able to attend.
As it was I met three people from classes I had been in at Bounds Green Senior or Junior schools – Christine, Trixie and Beryl (picture below), oh I think Jennifer too was in one of my classes (picture at end of this blog, Jennifer is on the extreme left.)
Trouble is I have a shocking memory for names and faces and could only remember Beryl, but apparently I stuck in people’s memory. I did have the advantage at the time of having a very unusual surname – Papadopoulos. Not so unusual now, but my brother and I were two of the first pupils with Greek-Cypriot names in the school, and it caused no end of problems. Teachers couldn’t pronounce it, let alone spell it. Kids would tease us about it. My mother was then separated from my father, so when I went to Tottenham Technical College she changed the surname to Papard, which we have used ever since.
However Nigel Bradshaw, in my class at Bounds Green, was also in my class at Tottenham, and wanted to know why I’d changed my surname.
It would have been nice if Nigel and some of the other boys I remembered from Bounds Green could have been traced and turned up. Many of them are on Friends Reunited so can be contacted, including Nigel, Michael Rubbert, Bryan King as I have in the past exchanged emails with them. Also with some of the other girls from my class including Margaret Boone, Pat Duffy, and Delyth Morris who sadly died soon after we met up in Victoria after contacting each other thru Friends Reunited.
I also had the address of the mother of one of my best friends at school, Peter Wiseman. He was invited to my Retirement Party last year, but couldn’t make it as he was away on holiday. It would have been great to meet up with him again at the School Reunion, and with my other best friend David Pritchard, if he’s still alive and living in the UK. My other best friend, Michael Zacek, tragically died on my 15th birthday after being hit by a car. Another pupil, Pauline Berrycloth, who I was quite fond of but I don’t think ever got round to speaking to and making friends with, died in the Asian Flu epidemic of 1957/1958.
But on Saturday it was nice to meet with ex-pupils, and one ex-teacher, and talk about the school, the teachers, other pupils, etc. Many photos were taken, and it was interesting to hear what had happened to various people in the intervening 50 years since I left the school.
I do wonder, though, why more women than men seem interested in these kind of reunions.