Memories Of Overbury ( And Wolsey ) Schools New Addington
A Memory of New Addington.
I also went to Overbury from Wolsey probably in '55. Hanlon was there ( horrible little man - I remember a mass caning in front of the entire school because a toilet was vandalised and he was enthusiastic but unskilled - most of his blows landed on the teachers who were trying to hold down lads a good foot taller ). Ward was the Head Master - forever looking at the Golfers across the valley and presumably wondering how he'd ended up as head of a sink-estate school. Carter was Geography - I liked him, he rode an ex-WD Matchless or Norton I think.. There was a true Sadist PE master called Anthony who wore rimless glasses and was expert in humiliation. Chubb - I think Australian - who was Metalwork & Woodwork and ( allegedly ) an ex Swordfish Pilot in the defence of Malta. The best teacher by far in my books was Ledwidge at science - lovely guy. Don't remember much about Wolsey primary because my Ma would drop me off at the front entrance and I'd walk straight out the back and explore the fields and woods! Nearly drowned once in a stream which ended those escapades. The only teacher I can remember at Wolsey was a buck-toothed nightmare called Miss Shelton(?) who used to spit over any word that had an 'S' in it, which unfortunately included her favourite phrase '..don't shilly - shally ...' when we would all get sprayed. My Younger Brother Robin also went to Overbury, whilst my elder Brother John went to Fairchildes. Happy days? Well, certainly lots of memories...
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Colin Frost
I hated all the teachers, except for three: Mr Ledwidge, who taught science, was completely batty and endlessly fascinating. Miss Rosebury taught art and was also very eccentric but sweet. Mr Saunders, another science teacher, seemed to genuinely care and to be actually trying to teach us something.
I went back to visit some years later and found the place very nostalgic - actually I had a good time there mostly. Apart from the public canings and other physical abuse it was quite a rich experience. There was so much outside space and time to play. The wild area behind the school, down towards featherbed lane, "The Back", was a trove of endless places to play and hide. We could run wild there in our childhood innocence.
I was really cut up when they bulldozed the place - still can't quite believe it is gone. Well my memories are still intact at least! If anyone has any more pictures from back then I would love to see them.