Starting School – 1960 and 2018, by Rosalie Warren
My young granddaughter Daisy started school – proper, full-time school, in reception class – last month and, I’m glad to say, seems to have settled in very well. There’s some reassuring continuity in that one of her former nursery teachers is now her class teacher, and she has a number of friends who were at nursery with her. Apparently she loves school dinners too, and probably eats all kinds of things there that she would never dream of eating at home! I can’t help thinking back to my own, now very distant, memories of starting school. My first school was an odd one, to say the least. I’d been to a fairly standard nursery school when we lived in Cornwall, but we had now moved up to Yorkshire and I was still getting used to a new home in a new town, and my dad being far away in Singapore. The strange little private school they sent me to was my grandmother’s idea, and I believe she paid the fees. We were not a wealthy family by any means, but she had savings and wanted to giv...