Those who know her and love her refer to Queen’s College as “Cue see”,(QC) our Alma Mater! I expected from an early age to go there as it was my father’s school. But the road there was not going to be so easy!
I went to Wray High School to prepare for the entrance exam but my time at Wray did not end well so I did extra lessons with an excellent educator, Miss Bobb. In spite of her excellence when I took the entrance exam I failed.
QC at the time was a brooding three story cream wooden building on Brickdam and Vlissingen Road and I was thoroughly intimidated by its stately grandeur and the years of history in its hallowed halls! I was beaten before I ever took the exam and was not surprised when the result was a fail. Continue reading
Short Stories: Schooldays in British Guiana (now Guyana) – By Geoff Burrowes
I’ve heard people say “My schooldays were the best days of my life.” Not so for me. I so loved growing up in my neighbourhood with family and friends that when my parents said “It’s time for school.” I wasn’t ready for it.
However they went ahead and enrolled me in St Rose’s Junior School, rightly believing that I would get a good grounding in the three ‘R’s Reading , wRiting and aRithmetic. It was a long time ago and I have a spotty memory of my introduction to schooling!
I remember bawling loudly and to no effect when being loaded on to Mr. Horsham’s carriage. Yes – carriage! It was a hansom carriage, I suspect from Bastiani’s stable on Anira St in Queenstown. The driver was Mr. Horsham, a tall dignified black gentleman in a top hat and carrying a long whip. My fellow passengers were Dr. Jardim’s daughters and Marguerite Glasford who were a lot more dignified than I was. Continue reading →
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