Margaret remembers her schooldays
at Beulah Road and Ingram Road Schools:
"I got locked in the school one night
because I was caught
running down a corridor.
I don't know
I'd got in the wrong class
or something like that
and I'd run from one classroom
And I ran along the corridor
and I was made to go
and stand in the head's room
behind a cupboard
and I stood behind this cupboard
I was supposed to have my hands on my head
and I got forgotten about.
I was good enough to be ink monitor
You were teacher's pet
and you were also
that was another thing that you got ragged about
or bullied about.
If you were teacher's pet,
'Oh she's good she's dependable,
and all that sort of thing
so you can be ink monitor.'"
was teased and bullied
something awful at school
because my parents had a shop.
I wasn't of the elite
where my dad went to work in an office.
If your parents kept a greengrocers shop
you were called awful things
like Potato Head or Cauliflower Ears.
A person who came from a fish shop
was called Stinky
and if your dad sold paraffin
it would be smelly or Paraffin Dick."
"If you were teachers pet
that was another thing
you got bullied about.
And I was good enough
to be ink monitor now and again.
You went round
filling up all the ink wells
from a brass can.
We had to use pens with nibs
dipped into the ink to write with."
"Jean, who sat in front of me,
was one of the better off people.
She would deliberately swing
her long blond plaits
across my work and smudge it all.
I was always getting into trouble
for messy work.
So one day
I stuck the ends of her plaits
into my ink well and watched the ink
slowly creep up her hair.
I think I got into awful trouble
because of that but I don't recall
that she did it again."