Orange Hill School

A Memory of Burnt Oak.

I too went to Orange Hill School and whilst there were occasions when I was frightened of the headmistress Miss Wood I did respect her rules and the way in which we were taught. There have been many times that I have been thankful for the well organised and well supervised lessons that I had . Creating a problem in the classroom was not something I even considered. I fell foul of my biology teacher when I ate a couple of oranges before I went into class and did not wash my hands. She hated them!
I was always worried about. Is Chillystone as her lips were always purple so I thought that there was something wrong with her lips.
My real favourite was Mrs Holt who taught me domestic science and almost everything she taught me has stayed with me. No sauce bottles or jam jars on the table, heaven forbid.
French is a language that I love and I must thank Mrs Cotsford with her dirndle skirts and Gauloise cigarettes for my halfway decent accent.
All in all thank you Orange Hill School you know how to turn out a well educated person.
Laraine Smith nee Saunders

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