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This old photo surfaced in school recently. We are unsure of the date,
class or people
I attended Drumlanrig High School, I
left after passing my school certificates in 1936. I have just
celebrated my 90th birthday, but have fond memories of my time
at the High School. I remember my class teacher Miss Penicook. I still have a class
photo taken when I was in her class. My name was Peggy Middlemas
and I lived in Ramsay Road till the war broke out, I married a
Farmer after the war and moved down south, I now live in
Bournemouth on the south coast.
Does anybody remember me?
I am now Peggy Everill.
Robert Burns Book
We were contacted via email by Mr John Llewellyn
Jones of South Wales last week regarding an old Burns poetry book which
he had at his home. Inside the small, leather,
brown book was a certificate which showed it had been awarded as a prize in
1932.The book had been given to
Kate Warwick as a sixth prize in an essay competition.
Hawick Burns Club
For Essays on
the Life and Works of Robert Burns
Sixth Prize: Katie Warwick pupil
George H Blakie (signed)
Date 25 January 1932
The book will be displayed in school and added to the school
Sincere thanks to Mr Llewellyn Jones for contacting us and
kindly sending us this wonderful artefact.
We have recently received this class photo taken at
Drumlanrig in 1958. It shows the class with teacher Mr McCrown and
Headmaster Mr Wilson.
Thanks to Suzi for
sending us this photo. If you have any old photos from Drumlanrig we
would be glad to put them on the website and return them to you.
Mr Wilson was
headmaster when I first started teaching here many years ago. I'll
need to try to find some old photos for you.
You have a super
website. Well done to everybody involved.
Hi, my name is Maureen Halliday. I was at Drumlanrig school all
my primary years, Mr Wilson was Headmaster and Bill Mclaren was my
P.E. teacher and I was captain of the netball team and captain of
the hockey team. I also ran for Drumlanrig and I was also sports
champion of the year in 1972.
I enjoyed every minute at Drumlarig.
I was a pupil at the
school from 1936 until 1943 and I thought some of my recollections might
be amusing to you.
The first three
classes in those days were known as the "Penny End, Tuppeny End and
Thrupenny End" - I think this was a leftover from the times when parents
had to buy a catechism at these prices for their children to use at
school. Mrs Finlayson was the teacher in the Tuppeny End and I remember
that she introduced us to the story of Don Quixote - [using the correct
Spanish pronounciation of his name]. So we were into the classics at a
very early age.Some of us later encountered her husband at High School
as he was the Principal Art teacher there. I can also remember minor
alphabetic phonetic classics such as "Apple says a" - "Fannie's funny
feather" and " Robbies's rattle". We all had difficulties in spelling
'school' and 'people' correctly!
Miss Little was the
Thrupenny End teacher and we then moved on to Miss Miller and later Miss
Wood. Most of our teachers were unmarried ladies a result of the carnage
of the First World War I imagine. I forget the other teachers names but
I always remember the janitor!
This was Sammy
Wilkinson, a very gentle man who always wore a bonnet and bandaged our
knees and elbows from scrapes in the playground. He was also the trainer
of the school Tug o' War team for the Vertish Hill Sports - can you
imagine training a crowd of six and seven year olds for that event. We
could scarcely grip the rope with our small hands, even now in
retrospect, the rope appears to have been enormous in diameter! Sammy
also was in charge of the distribution of the school milk which arrived
in the morning. If you were very lucky, you were selected as a Milk
Monitor to carry the crates to the classrooms for the mid morning
break. Sammy also would recruit candidates for the Wolf Cub Pack which
met at the school one evening.
I lived in Moat
Crescent at that time and on the way to school we used to help each
other over the wall between the Moat Park and "the Bleach" - or drying
green - as this was a short cut to the school. We returned home by way
of the Loan as the wall was too high from "the Bleach" side! Jockie
Thomson's shop was at the entrance to the Moat Park and occasionally we
would buy sherbert or liquorice there, but these treats disappeared
during the War years.
The school had a
uniform before the War consisting of a green blazer with gold piping and
a matching cap. The tie was patterned with horizontal green and gold
stripes approx one inch wide. We
also wore boots or shoes which were fitted with "tackets" on the soles.
The tackety boots were great for producing showers of sparks on the Loan
pavements duing the wartime blackout years. Not all pavement surfaces
were as combustable as the Loan!
Anyhow, forgive me
for reminiscing to this extent but your excellent website brought back
these memories. We have lived in Canada for almost thirty years now, and
retired to Wasaga Beach, a town a hundred miles north of Toronto, on the
south shores of Georgian Bay ten years ago. Our youngest grandchild is
four years old and was here last weekend for her last weekend skiing for
this winter. She is in her first year at school in Toronto.