Dear Messenger,
When surfing the net this evening I came across your article on Pye Bank School. I was immediately transported back in time to 1957, I was 7 and it was play time. We lived on Gray Street and I waved at mum over the school yard wall while she washed the upstairs windows.
Teachers were strict and I was ridiculed by one, re my name, “Christine Bluff uses too much fluff” (we were stuffing rag dolls). We played in the bombed buildings and craters after school, still there from the war. Generally speaking the teachers at Pye Bank taught me well and I am grateful to them and the school.
Thanks for the memories Messenger.
Yours sincerely,
Christine Bluff.
You can find memories of Pye Bank School in the Messenger's article from March 2003 in “Pye Bank School down memory lane”