One great thrill of starting High School was the chance to do woodwork. This was something quite magical. We had to wear aprons to protect our uniforms and we were … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Workshops and Playing Pirates in PE.
Whilst lying awake last night I was thinking about High School and what was particularly different to Primary School, and a number of things swirled through my mind. The first … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Labs and all manner of magic!
One of the most striking things about starting Roundhay was how grown up the boys in the Sixth Form were. There weren’t boys, they were men. Many had dark stubble … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Settling into Roundhay School.
In 1966 there wasn’t much fanfare when you left school. There were no fancy balls or special ceremonies, just a clearing out of your desks, a few words from Mr … Continue reading ‘Cup of TeaTales’ – The day of Judgment – Leaving Harehills and Starting Roundhay.
After receiving notification that I was to attend Roundhay School for my secondary education, there was a period where nothing really happened. Summer was approaching and, from memory, it was … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Starting Roundhay School, or at least getting ready.
There were, of course, other music venues in Leeds and I went to concerts at a number of them. One of these was Leeds Town Hall. Here I saw a … Continue reading “Cup of Tea Tales’ – Let the Music Play Live Again.
Whilst still attending Roundhay School I started going to Leeds Poly at weekends. I managed to get in originally by looking older than I was, a skill that is only … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Let the Music Play Live. (Leeds Poly 1960s-70s)
My first memory of listening to music was on our radio. This largish piece of furniture was wooden, had valves that lit up and dials that magically tuned in to … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Let the music play!
I had better start off by saying that I have never had any success as an angler, and probably that is a term I shouldn’t use when describing myself. My … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Gone Fishing, Hook, Line and Sinker!
It seems strange nowadays, but when I was born in the 1950s, most families did not own cars. Transport was public and it meant utilising trains, trams, buses and coaches … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Day Trips and the Opening up of the Yorkshire Countryside.
After my mother got over the delight of my going to Roundhay School, there was a hiatus where life returned to normality and Mr Kelly, at Harehills County Primary, continued … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Final Year at Harehills C.P. School. Cricket, Silver Blades Skating and the build up to leaving primary school.
The title to this week’s tale may appear a little confusing, but all will be revealed if you read on. I must have been part of St. Stephen’s Scouts for … Continue reading ‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – The assassination of Robert Kennedy, Consulate cigarettes and Scout Camps.