Owen started school this week, aged four years and two months. It’s a landmark in everyone’s life. We knew it was going to go well when he announced early that morning, “I don’t want Cbeebies, I want to go to school”!
I’m sure this reflects the fact he’s been going to the nursery attached to his new school for the last year.
Before he started at his nursery last year, we read him Janet and Allan Ahlberg’s wonderful story, Starting School, published by Puffin. It’s a beautifully observed account of a group of children’s first term at school, from the first day to breaking up for Christmas. It helped Owen understand what school is like, including the initial unfamiliarity.
Seeing Owen starting school brought back all my memories of my own big day in September 1968. (It was a long time ago – some three weeks after the end of steam locomotives on British Railways.) A year ago, I took Owen to see my old school, Bishop Perrin in Whitton, Middlesex, with my mum and dad. Bishop Perrin hasn’t changed much in the past 44 years (at least from the outside), so it was easy to imagine myself, aged four, playing with the sand and water on the front lawn in that lovely September sunshine in 1968.
Bishop Perrin was a wonderful school for me. The classes were small. In my first year, you could choose a friend to join you in a classroom wendy house to eat Smarties on your birthday. Headmaster Mr Davies insisted on keeping the traditional ways of teaching reading until the education authorities could show the new ways were more effective.
Last Wednesday, after we dropped off Owen for his first day in school, I drove past Bishop Perrin on the way to work. Happy memories.
Hi there – we had this book for all of our kids and read it many times over in the days before they began school – in fact I think we still have the well-thumbed and well-creased version sitting in our bookshelves – even though the eldest is now at university and the youngest about to go into yr10, we still have so many of their pre-school books. I think that they are so formative. In fact, only the other day myself and my yr12 son were playing a game where we tried to imagine classic kids books as written by famous authors, e.g.: Scarface Claw by Irvine Welsh, Pingu by Henrik Ibsen, Mog the Forgetful cat by James Herriot. Lovely to drop by your blog. Judy. (I read, I sewed, I crochete – blog – not sure if it would be your thing though!)
Thanks for your lovely comment, Judy – it made my afternoon, especially the idea of Scarface Claw by Irvine Welsh! I am currently reading the first Famous Five book to my four year old – more for my benefit (I loved Enid Blyton as a child) than his, I suspect, although he does seem to be enjoying it.