I couldn’t believe my eyes when your letter arrived. What a lovely surprise. Yes, of course I remember you. I often laugh when I think of the pinnies – no doubt the cloaks were very nice: I wonder how the present generation manages without galoshes! Strangely enough, I don’t remember being cold. We only had aertex shirts and thin jerseys – those awful stockings- Monday nights spent darning the wretched things! Our uniform was supposed to be quite modern at the time – I often wished that I had gone to Sherborne who wore nice tweed coats, skirts and brown felt hats!

Very brave of you to go to Commem. I never went, by the time it all got going after the war I had rather lost interest, was busy with babies etc.

Sadly I never embarked on a career in medicine. Our father’s death made money short. I spent a year at Glaxo in the vitamin research department, which I loved. Then I was old enough to go to Exeter University, where I spent a very enjoyable year. The war in the Far East severely reduced the family income, so I left and went into the Wrens, an experience that I shouldn’t have missed for the world. Then I got married and was the conventional housewife. I think Godolphin would have been very disappointed in my lack of achievement! I always remember head mistress `Teddy’ telling me that I was like a blunt pencil, and when I had my hair permed it was like going to the beach in a bathing dress and a pearl necklace! I am certain that we were over-protected from life – our 14 year old grand daughters are far more grown-up and worldly wise than we were at 18! I am glad to have known life as it was then – at least for our place in society.

Do you remember the Mission children who came in a coach in the summer. We fed them with lots of cake etc, and played some games of sorts. For many of them it was the highlight of the

year. Now they probably holiday in Spain. So for them, life is much better.

Anne went to New Zealand in 1953 and has only been home once – she never married and worked in the Magistrates’ Court in Christchurch for many years. Age has curtailed her activities but she was a great “Tramper”. Have you been to N.Z? We thought it a lovely country; so much space, lovely scenery and very little traffic.

We have been lucky and have lived in rural surroundings for the past 33 years. I hunted, our daughter evented and I was very involved in the Pony club and Riding for the Disabled. Now I garden, walk dogs and play golf and Bridge!

You don’t say much about your life. Did you have a career? Godolphin certainly gave us an excellent education and a lot of enjoyment in the musical and drama activities. I should love to be a fly on the wall there now.

I noticed the death of a Mrs. Simpson in the paper recently, but couldn’t remember her. She had been teaching there since 1940. Your letter has made me reminisce about Godolphin days. I can’t think how the school produced Jilly Cooper! I remember Eva being furious with me because she thought I was calling to soldiers walking up the road, when all I was doing was getting a breath of fresh air from behind the blackout!

Obviously one could go on digging out memories – are you thinking of contributing to a history of the school?

I remember Ruth Mills, and her sister, but can’t picture Dido. June Banks, Doreen Dempster, Anne Harvey, Alison Marshall, Monica Trollope, Liz James and of course Margaret Pope, with her `delightful dignity’ as Eva described her. It is impossible to imagine them all elderly. I wonder what became of Marianne Falk, the German girl? Do you remember seeing the Aurora Borealis one November? The sky was all pink. I hope you can read this. I have been scribbling whilst under the dryer at the hairdresser – much to everyone’s amusement.

Still Henderson – I married someone with the same name!

I kept in touch with Alison Green, who tragically died of T .B. – only about 21 – awful.

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