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Hi Darby,
Nice to meet an ex-pupil of Ossy Tech. You are one of a few. I left in ’52 but I suppose that you still had the same teachers that I had. Mr Marsden was top of the shop. Mr Abbott the science teacher who came to school on his Corgi scooter. I wonder did he also pull his ‘observation’ stunt on your class as he did ours? He would dip a finger into a beaker of very mucky water and then lick it. We all went Uggh! Sir! But he just asked if anyone saw what he had just done. Of course no one had. He went on to do it again several times and no one twigged what he was doing until he explained that he had dipped his index finger into the beaker and then licked his middle finger. But it did teach me to look at life in a slightly different way.
Mrs Archer a rather largish woman taught geography and English and drove to work in her car. Mrs Westwell the art teacher. Miss Street a very young teacher who taught music and had the fourth formers hanging their collective tongues out. Mr Cunliffe with his rimless glasses looked like a Gestapo officer and could hit a ‘talker’ with a piece of chalk without seeming to look. Mr Roberts did maths, PE and sports while Mr Gladstone, a yank, taught history and was very handy with a plimsoll. Bend over lad! Whack! Ouch! Now go and get a drink of water! I can’t remember the rest of the teachers but on balance they were really OK although we didn’t think so at the time.
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