Lessons from our boy
contained some colouring sheets, summer T-shirts, sweets, stickers and some home-baked chocolate brownies, all carefully wrapped for their journey to north Essex (I know, I know, I have tried, unsuccessfully, to entice them back over the Suffolk border).
My son reported the outcome when the boys unwrapped their goodies. First, they popped the bubble wrap, then they ate the Colin the Caterpillar jelly sweets and then – showing scant interest in the new daywear – they disappeared with the stickers. An hour later, Herbie reappeared, covered head to foot in stickers applied by his brothers. My husband asked if I would like to be covered in stickers. I know things have been a bit weird lately but I’m not quite ready for that.
WICKHAM MARKET TEACHES US A THING OR TWO ABOUT EDUCATION
Ray Whitehand, who lives near Felixstowe, sent me a copy of his slim, 38-page volume, titled A Victorian Place of Learning; the story of Wickham Market National School 1841-1934.
Ray declares a special interest as his mum went to cookery classes there and his dad, a stockman, worked at the site in the 50s and 60s rearing a herd of beef cattle. Young Ray would occasionally lend a hand.
He traces the history of schooling in Wickham Market
LEFT: Ray Whitehead’s book is a fascinating insight into the earliest days of education in Suffolk.