Road a school bus that picked us up around 8. But the part of your story that grabbed me was the boring Morris Minor! I had one for awhile when I was a junior in college. I loved it bc in US they were unique and looked like a cartoon car. I learned how to drive a stick shift on it and ever so glad I did. Just good to know. Your adventures with Mr B sounded like fun!
I cannot believe you had a Morris Minor, how amazing! they were good cars though, just a bit bumbly as I remember. I agree, like a cartoon car. We definitely had fun though. Thanks for reading Jeanine and for commenting.
I thought I already replied to this but, looks like it did not come through. Yes, I loved that little car, named it Morris! It was a conversation piece bc it looked like nothing els around.
I have many good memories of our school days together, Rosalind, but I wish I had some like these. My journey, from the other side of Colchester, was a lot less interesting. No reservoirs, fewer birds, no rivers to cross and, unfortunately, no Mr B.
Thank you Ros for sharing these wonderful childhood memories. Racing across the “straight” on your way to school in a jaguar, now that does sound exciting! I have no memories that even begin to compare as my grade school was a short six-block walk that only varied depending on whether there were puddles to avoid or colorful flowers to enjoy along the way. It was after school or on weekends that we left the sidewalk behind and explored the wooded areas near the creek, discovering what we called Beaver Woods, where beavers had dammed up the creek to form a little lake. That was exciting!
Indeed, a beaver dam is definitely up there, we never had beavers as far as I can remember. We lived right in the country so walking to school was out of the question. Thank you Susan. for reading and commenting!
Love how vivid this is - I could feel the breeze in my face and the knot in my stomach as you sped across the causeway. Too fun! And who would have thought that a ford was anything but a model of a car (yeah, we yanks).
hahahah so funny, I didn't think of Ford cars, but yes you're right, ford is a verb, you ford rivers, or at least you used to. thanks Tim for your comment!
Lovely memory! The total absence of health and safety is part of my memory too. Sitting on someone’s lap in the front seat.
Thanks Mike, and yes of course, nothing like health and safety to frighten us off, we lived freely in those days and look! We survived!
Road a school bus that picked us up around 8. But the part of your story that grabbed me was the boring Morris Minor! I had one for awhile when I was a junior in college. I loved it bc in US they were unique and looked like a cartoon car. I learned how to drive a stick shift on it and ever so glad I did. Just good to know. Your adventures with Mr B sounded like fun!
I cannot believe you had a Morris Minor, how amazing! they were good cars though, just a bit bumbly as I remember. I agree, like a cartoon car. We definitely had fun though. Thanks for reading Jeanine and for commenting.
I thought I already replied to this but, looks like it did not come through. Yes, I loved that little car, named it Morris! It was a conversation piece bc it looked like nothing els around.
I have many good memories of our school days together, Rosalind, but I wish I had some like these. My journey, from the other side of Colchester, was a lot less interesting. No reservoirs, fewer birds, no rivers to cross and, unfortunately, no Mr B.
They were good memories for sure but I am sure you had other things that thrilled you on your way home, or perhaps you didn't?
Either way, we had very good memories from that school, and that's what counts.
Thank you Ros for sharing these wonderful childhood memories. Racing across the “straight” on your way to school in a jaguar, now that does sound exciting! I have no memories that even begin to compare as my grade school was a short six-block walk that only varied depending on whether there were puddles to avoid or colorful flowers to enjoy along the way. It was after school or on weekends that we left the sidewalk behind and explored the wooded areas near the creek, discovering what we called Beaver Woods, where beavers had dammed up the creek to form a little lake. That was exciting!
Indeed, a beaver dam is definitely up there, we never had beavers as far as I can remember. We lived right in the country so walking to school was out of the question. Thank you Susan. for reading and commenting!
Love how vivid this is - I could feel the breeze in my face and the knot in my stomach as you sped across the causeway. Too fun! And who would have thought that a ford was anything but a model of a car (yeah, we yanks).
hahahah so funny, I didn't think of Ford cars, but yes you're right, ford is a verb, you ford rivers, or at least you used to. thanks Tim for your comment!
Fried Egg Woods via Jaguar is the happiest primary school commute I can imagine.
Oh it was and I loved it, we all loved it and it was just the best way to finish off a boring day at school. Thanks for reading New York!
Anytime, Mexico!