We were gathered round the fire in Granny's house, not so long ago. The Tall One had stretched his very long legs right out into the middle of the room; and Higgins, the three-legged cat, was trying to limbo underneath. Granny and The Small One were playing their favourite game: Granny describes a bit of her old school and The Small One tells her if it is still there. Most of it is.
A chance remark, and The Small One suddenly looked up. I knew she was going to ask the question most youngsters with teacher-parents hear more than once: did your Mum ever teach you?
Why, yes! She did. Though it really started with my Dad...
He was Head of a school in the same building as our Primary; and he happened to be passing our classroom one day when our teacher had been called away. He stepped inside and he restored calm with his quiet authority which owed a lot, I suspect, to the twinkling eye and lilting voice of a Welshman far from home. Our teacher wouldn't be back, he said, not this week anyway. And then he did what any sensible man would. He went off to phone the missus.
My Mum arrived shortly after, for the week. And, do you know? I enjoyed every minute of it. It was a privilege to watch her at work. We did art, we did hstory. We did poetry - Walter de la Mare's "The Listeners" - spooky, haunting. I can remember that. But the bit we both remember best, I think, was The School Trip.
We had been looking forward to it for weeks; and the thought that it might have been cancelled made stepping on that bus all the sweeter. It was crisp when we set out, even crisper when we got there. And, as the temperature continued to drop, we shivered our way round the thatched cottage, the old church, the blacksmith's forge (bit warmer in there). By the time we reached the old schoolhouse
it was so cold our pens had frozen. We couldn't write. No more notes!
We made our projects up as we went along when we got home. But I'm wondering still just how cold
was that school many, many years ago? And could that be why a certain teacher I know still buys me thermal vests for Christmas?
Happy Mothers Day, Mum!
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