Nestled within the neatly laid out rows of terraced housing around Devenport and Upper Park Streets in what is known locally as Liverpool 8, the original school building had been built in 1878 and then extended in 1885. My time there comes a bit later however, and I attended between 1960 and 1965 - just prior to my family moving out to the leafy suburbs of Childwall, where we have lived ever since.
School building - (UPSSFB) |
School classroom (UPSSFB) |
The photograph above also brings memories of the school right back to me. The days were filled with a mixture of learning and play - the teacher splitting us up into groups to play board games, work on specific learning tasks or do ‘proper’ schoolwork - which is where my schoolbooks come into the story.

Outside cover - (c) G Seaman |
Internal cover and note (c) G Seaman |
School coursework (c) G Seaman |
As can be seen in the photograph above, the rest of the book contains a mixture of drawings which I’ve coloured in, and also word exercises which the class completed, copying the teachers as they wrote the words up on the blackboards.
The other two books contain a seemingly random selection of stories and diary entries I have recorded into the pages over a period of time. The above photograph shows my grand-daughter Paige - now 7 years old - reading the words I wrote down 55 years ago, when I was almost the same age as she is now.
After she’d finished, Paige made a number of constructive comments about my writing skills which caused quite a lot of hilarity at the time, but can be summarised into the undermentioned points as follows:
1) “Your writing is SO BIG Grampy! If you made your letters smaller you could fit more onto the page!”
2) “What does …’ Won dey dey wend…’ mean?” (translation = One Day They Went....)
3) “I can’t understand this! It makes no sense!”
Reading the books now I know exactly what she meant, but I still love the fact that the two of us are able to discuss them in the first place!
Memories of my very first school, now long since gone.
All I can say is thanks to my Mum and Dad for keeping them safe.
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Lovely story on finding your books George. I attended Upper Park Street from 1962 - 1966, definitely remember bus to Jericho Farm, Otterspool and trips to Steble Street baths.
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