Very little remains with me from my High School days, which let's face it were sixty long years ago. Sitting in the space beneath the Domestic Science Block teaching an innocent the facts of life, aged eleven. Promotion to the B Stream, aged thirteen. At fifteen, being given detention for not knowing my Times Tables, Hightlight of my sixteenth year? Shocking my teachers by doing well in my O Levels. Lower Sixth, my Folk Group Year. Singing "Blowing in The Wind,” behind Sally Fearn, lead, and only, guitar, for "The Ribbettes" at what must have been our only gig. Winning a cup in Gloucester Regatta at eighteen:small things, of no interest to anyone now, but here recorded for an indifferent posterity. Enjoy!
Headmistress Hilda Mortimore is no hero of mine. Her focus was on the girls of the professional classes. Working-class girls like me, were consigned to Domestic Science and Secretarial Courses. Our destiny was to work in an Office and marry the boss. I bucked the trend. so much so, that on gaining the necessaries to apply for Teacher Training College, she sent for my parents and told them not to send me, because they would need my wage. Futhermore, I have the distinction of being the only student NOT to gain admission to Rolle College Exeter on her recommendation, because she didn't give me one.
Am I bitter? Never. Not then, not now. Her unshakeable disbelief in me sent me to Yorkshire, where I made a lifelong friend in Viv Goldman, - and met my husband. With a loving and supportive family and unshakeable faith in myself, I met my career goal, that of becoming the Headteacher of a Village School (Take a bow, Miss Read) and began the life journey that brings me to exactly where I want to be: the matriarch of an amazing clan.
I do, however, owe Hilda a debt of gratitude. It was her habit at the beginning of every term to read the same passage from the New Testament. St Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter Thirteen. "I may speak with the tongues of men and have angels, but without Love I become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal..."
St Paul knew that love makes the world go round. Amazing to think that the most profound and lasting lesson I learned at High School was written 2,000 years ago and quoted three times a year by the least impressive educator I ever met:
“Love endures with patience and serenity, love is kind and thoughtful, and is not jealous or envious; love does not brag and is not proud or arrogant. It is not rude; it is not self-seeking, it is not provoked [nor overly sensitive and easily angered]; it does not take into account a wrong endured. It does not rejoice at injustice, but rejoices with the truth [when right and truth prevail]. "
Love bears all things [regardless of what comes],
Love believes all things [looking for the best in each one], hopes all things [remaining steadfast during difficult times], endures all things [without weakening].
Love never fails [it never fades nor ends].
But as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for the gift of special knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part [for our knowledge is fragmentary and incomplete].
10 But when that which is complete and perfect comes. that which is incomplete and partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; but when Ibecame a man, I did away with childish things.
12 For now [in this time of imperfection] we see in a mirror dimly [a blurred reflection, a riddle, an enigma], but then [when the time of perfection comes we will see reality] face to face. Now I know in part [just in fragments], but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known [by God]. 13 And now there remain: faith [abiding trust in God and His promises], hope [confident expectation of eternal salvation], love [unselfish love for others growing out of God's love for me], these three [the choicest graces]; but the greatest of these is love.*
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Amen
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