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Schools have changed since Frank Grimshaw first entered Bemrose Grammar School’s Preparatory Form back in 1937. Two years later Frank passed the annual County Minor Scholarship exam, and as war broke out, entered the Bemrose Main School. Inkpots, grey flannel short pants, and ration books were accepted as part of everyday life. Back then, grammar schools were all single sex, and all were fee paying. Frank has generously allowed us to reproduce part of his book, “It Was Different In My Day”, in which Frank recounts life at Bemrose during World War II. |
| Meet Frank Grimshaw | |
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Frank
Grimshaw, also known as Noel whilst at Bemrose, was born
1928, and lived in Mickleover from the age of two. Entered the Preparatory
Forms at Bemrose in 1937, and the main School from 1939 - 45. Having met
John Buxton (farmer's son mentioned in my intro to the Preparatory
Forms) I became 'hooked' and commenced a career in Farming, gaining work
experience for two years before two and a half years National Service in
the Sherwood Foresters. In
1958 I married a Yorkshire lass, Leane, and we have our children Carole,
Peter and John, and Carole has provided us with grandchildren Ashlea and
Robin! Retired in 1988 to Darlington, amongst other lesser activities,
to play golf at Blackwell Grange GC! |
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"Each day
started with Assembly in Hall when autocratic Headmaster W. A.
MacFarlane, his be-gowned staff thronged in support behind him on the
stage, addressed the assembled multitude sitting before him
crossed-legged on the parquet floor in rows by Form, youngest at the
front, eldest at the back."
"Remember this was Wartime and to get biscuits ‘off the ration’ was special! But every day they were available... 1d (One ‘old’ penny) for McVitie’s chocolate Digestive, ½d (a ha’penny) for a Nice or a Coconut ring." "Adrenalin pumping, inexpertly we both aimed a blow at each other’s nose at the same moment – how do you look at your target to hit, and yet at the same time watch out for an approaching blow?" |
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"Every Class had its Swot. We rarely saw him outside school – unless we sought him out. Bound to get the Form Prize each year for outstanding class-work, without fail he’d sweep the board at the annual Hobbies Exhibition." "On the day we broke up for Christmas, after overnight activity by the hard-working staff, by ten-thirty we assembled in Hall now resplendent with seasonal decorations for the much-awaited Christmas Carol Concert. "Any further minor misdemeanour resulted, in front of the sympathetic class, in his demand of static outstretched knuckles of the offender’s ‘non-writing’ hand to await painful collision with a rapidly descending whippy little cane previously concealed about his person." |
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