And then on Sunday morning after a wonderful cooked breakfast came the pièce de résistance of the entire weekend . . . a walk around the 'Big School'. Luckily Glenis Rutherford is a teacher at the school and she had the keys to access all areas.
Starting at the entrance of the high school, the group did a more or less continuous clockwise circuit of the campus, including the new classroom block to the west of the primary wing. Former teacher Tony Martin was on hand to fill in many of the blanks . . . like the definitions of Junior High and District High schools.
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| The Front Entrance |
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| Memorial Cairn |
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| Primary School Opened December 1951 |
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| Halls of Wisdom and Knowledge |
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| Head Girls From Our Era |
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| School Captains From Our Era |
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| Memories . . . |
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| High School Wing from Quadrangle |
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| Middle Wing |
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| Quadrangle |
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| Home Economics |
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| Manual Arts |
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| The Old Toilet Block |
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| Back of the Primary Wing |
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| Teaching Some Noongar Words |
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| The Mob in the Grade 3 Classroom |
We had our Science and Maths teacher on hand to help us remember the details of "the day when there was an explosion" in the science room - it wasn't the science teacher, nor us students who caused it, but the school principal, who apparently added too-large a piece some chemical to another chemical. It took a chunk out of the wooden lab bench.
ReplyDeleteYes!! I remember that day well! What a hoot!
DeleteThere were SO many recollections... how the entire school (340+ kids) gathered in the library to watch the black & white television coverage of the moment "man walked on the moon"..
ReplyDeletewho it was holding hands under the desk... all the sewing samples we had to make, and how the girls crowded into the woodwork room to check out what the guys were making...
where the "big kids" had their bush cubby ...how much was NEW.. and how much was exactly the same.
I remember when there were some huge pipes out the back of the school for upgrading or extending a building. They were out of bounds. However, as part of a dare I clambered on them and slipped, right onto a jam tree and got a very large splinter in my thigh! I don't call being reprimanded, just being told how brave I was as the twig-splinter was removed! I still have the scar!
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