The School remembered - An Article by Evelyn Howland ( nee Williams
)
Hampton Grammar School 1943 to
1945
My married name is Mrs Evelyn Howland and I will
try to give you a recollection of my time at Hampton Grammar School
, then being a Miss Williams from Hay post office.
Anyone who has seen the Glasbury Schools Web Site may remember the
letter written by Baden Williams in 1942, asking about a place at
the school for his daughter , well that was me.
Most of the pupils used to cycle to school, many up to around 10
miles in all weathers, we were all pretty tough in those days .
These are the children I remember from then; Ann and Mary Evans
from Clifford, Dulcie Bampfield from Penymaes Kenneth Powell from
the Holly Bush Inn, also two boys from Hay we used to meet up with
on the way, Harold Williams and Hubert Williams.
The roads were very quiet then due to the petrol rationing, and
not many people owned a vehicle anyway. Perhaps the odd delivery
van would pass us . One thing that stands out in my mind of those
journeys, was the number of birds in the hedgerows , mainly Yellow
Hammers , they are the colour of canaries.
Anyway forward to the school itself. There was
a large room in which we had lessons, sometimes running two lessons
at once. The one half reading one subject and the other getting
instruction on the board, mostly by Mrs Olive Lloyd, of geometry
etc, which used to annoy me as the subject always looked much more
interesting than what I was reading at the time, these interesting
lessons seemed to be only taught to boys .
There was a small room in the house in which there was a couple
of typewriters , for pupils to learn to type and do shorthand, which
I did for a while.
Out the back of the school there was a mobile classroom in which
Mr Bill Lloyd always seemed to teach different subjects. He was
a lovely man, nothing used to upset him , the boys used to play
him up sometimes , like just leaving the door ajar with boots or
something on top of the door balanced enough that on opening the
door they would fall on one’s head, but Bill, as we ourselves
called him was wise to their little games, and would kick the door
as he came in, walking to his desk saying nothing . Another trick
which rarely failed was to quietly get him talking about when he
was working away from home as a young man. It was far more interesting
to the boys than what he was trying to teach them.
Mrs Lloyd was a person who we all would try to keep on the right
side of. I think she was the boss there. If anyone played up she
would dole out the punishment.
Thinking of punishment, we were given a right old dressing down
by her a couple of times. The whole class would be in it, if anything
happened we would always, it seemed, work together so she had to
punish us all . Twice while I was there we got in to trouble.
There was lots of activity with the troops moving around getting
ready for D-Day. The talk at the time was that they were going to
Barry Docks, so all the time tanks, armoured vehicles etc. were
rumbling past the school, often while we were having lessons. One
day whilst the Lloyds were at lunch, a convoy of yanks came past.
We dashed out to sit on a wall opposite the school and started shouting
for gum or sugar and chocolate, as we knew they were well known
to have a good supply of these. Well, in our excitement we forgot
about what the result could be. Out comes Olive, looking mad ,telling
us to get inside at once .Then came the lecture of what people would
think of the school and our behaviour scavenging from the troops
etc. We were not allowed out at dinner times for a while and very
likely had extra homework or something, knowing Mrs Lloyd,
The other time we worked in unison was when someone came into school
one morning and had heard that a plane had landed in a field by
the river near Llowes. So it was arranged in whispers, that if we
all went at dinner time on our bikes together, we would be able
to get there and back in our dinner hour to have a look. To start
with, we were not supposed to go out on the road at dinner times
with our bicycles , but with great stealth we got under way. On
arrival at the site it was guarded by the military and we were not
allowed to go anywhere near it. It was only a small plane but to
this day I haven’t a clue whether it was a German plane or
one of ours. The big mistake we all made, was that time was forgotten
and we arrived back at school late. Oh boy! that really got us into
big trouble with Mr and Mrs Lloyd. All sorts of restrictions imposed
and we ended up weeding the garden after school, so making us late
back home and parents asking for answers . We could have been later
weeding that garden but I remember getting a nose bleed , which
I seemed to suffer with in those days and Bill took pity on me (or
fright), but then said everyone could go home.
The more I write this, the more little bits come
back to me. We used to play cricket in a field behind Morgan’s
shop (1*) if the weather was fine,
with Mr Lloyd. That field is now full of houses and has a road running
through it.
Going back to the schoolroom in the house, we had a large fire lit
when it was cold where we used to sit around to have our sandwiches
and drinks at dinner times. The fire surround was scarred with lots
of initials and dates that had been burnt into it by lots of children
before us with the hot poker that was in the fire fender. The desks
had a mass of dates and initials all over them too. It would make
interesting reading today.
The school could not have had more than forty pupils
I should think, or even perhaps less. Some were boarded around the
village. One was living in with the Lloyds, he was the son of Yeoman’s
buses of Kington. A few other pupils have since come to mind while
I have been writing this and are as follows: -
Roger Williams who came from Talgarth, who worked in the psychiatric
hospital there, and on his retirement wrote two books on Talgarth
as he knew it and its history mentioning that he went to Hampton
Grammar School.
Jenkin Powell . His sons now run the Anchorage caravan site in Bronllys.
Beris Jones from Llyswen, and two other boys who’s surnames
were also Jones. Pat ------------(2*)
his surname has gone from my mind, was from Fynnongynydd.
Another boy from Glasbury, whose name was John Davies, joined the
Navy on call up. He lost his life whilst trying to save his mates
from drowning. The full story I don’t know, but this was typical
of him. We girls always fancied him, as he was always kind and had
a gentle personality. I enjoyed my time at Hampton School . It was
rather an unsettling time for us all. Whether I gained a good education
is still debateable, but I hope this gives an insight into my time
there.
(1*) Morgan's
shop was the Crescent stores and the field behind is now residential
(2*) This was Pat Griffiths, later to marry Marion Jones.
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