Page 86 - Through a glass brightly

I was amazed to see that the place names seem to have been written by my father (mum was a member of the OG Committee at the time). So is yours, Janet, in the same italic script as mine in the first photo?
The final pic is of my mother, me and my 3 sisters about to set off for the Thanksgiving Service.
Memories... Keep them coming!
From Janet at 15.12
So many souvenirs - yes my place name card is similar to yours but yours has worn better than mine! I am in the 4th photo in the foreground with Jen siting down at the head table. I remember toasting each other "at an angle" so to speak.
Daphne - I too well remember a great day out in Canterbury - I remember visiting the tomb of Thomas a Becket very clearly. Miss Mayer was an inspirational teacher and I have a lot to thank Mrs Lowe for the year I did with her in Spanish. My own Latin has proven useful when dealing with medical terms. 30 years after leaving school I started as a medical secretary at a GP practice in Tamworth - this was something I had wanted to do right from the start but life took me in different path in the 60s. 30 years later I am still a medical secretary (private and medico-legal) so those Latin declensions were worth it in the end.
Does anyone else remember Mrs Traynor (?) who helped me through my biology - Mrs Zabel was lovely too - what a character. I too remember our LVI year in Tudor House - where were the other classrooms? And I had forgotten the toast making- I think we had a toasting fork. Was it around this time that Cliff Richard was filming The Young Ones at the film studios where Val's father worked?
I have memories of a picnic at the end of the summer term in the orchard; of being hit of the head when I stood too close to the person with the bat at rounders (that would explain a lot!) and of sitting on the grassy slope by the lower tennis courts talking about 24 hours from Tulsa! I probably must have done some work too!
For me this lockdown has been different. Having been in hospital for 6 weeks Rod was discharged home on end of life care here at the beginning of March. At that time of course friends were visiting and boys coming down weekly. Then came lockdown. It meant that we did not feel that we were missing out on our usual activities - there are no quiz nights, no book group meetings, no history group meetings etc. I was at a vulnerable age looking after another vulnerable person. The only visitors are the carers and nurses though John the gardener came (with social distancing) wearing a mask. I am fortunate that a lot of the time I can still work although private appointments are on hold just now. The garden is looking great and I have planted quite a few bits and pieces and will have enough home-grown garlic to last a good while. There has been a lot of kindness too- the central hearing engineer who services the boiler annually came to sort out a problem - refused to take payment as he was "just in the area seeing someone else" and a patient's family who live nearby did some shopping for me (and refused payment) and also brought along some extras today that she had bartered.
She did this to help her two youngest to get their Beaver badges for community teamwork!
But most of all I am so pleased that Jen mentioned the OG group and the memories you have all evoked.
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