'A little thing is a little thing, but faithfulness in a little thing is a very great thing'
Early 1870's when the school was the Boys Grammar School
The school was built originally for a Boys Grammar School in Trafalgar Road; the corner stone of which was laid by the Mayor on 28th August,1869. It was officially opened by Edward VII, then Prince of Wales, on 6th June 1872. He stayed at Shadingfield Lodge.
On 21st September 1910, the Boys Grammar School became the Girls High School and continued until 1957 when the new High School for girls opened in Gorleston.
The Building continued as Styles Secondary Modern School until 1982 when it closed down, and in 1983 it was demolished completely to build flats.
Information taken from "A Diary of Great Yarmouth" by John McBride.
On 21st September 1910, the Boys Grammar School became the Girls High School and continued until 1957 when the new High School for girls opened in Gorleston.
The Building continued as Styles Secondary Modern School until 1982 when it closed down, and in 1983 it was demolished completely to build flats.
Information taken from "A Diary of Great Yarmouth" by John McBride.
1953 Intake Reunion
Sixty-four years since they started at the High School
It was 64 years ago that we started at the High School. 12 of the 70 or so eleven-year-old girls who started at Great Yarmouth High School for Girls in September 1953 gathered for a day at the Burlington Hotel on Thursday 14 September to celebrate the event. We were joined by Mrs Jean Morris, who taught some of us German, and who was much valued by all of us as an effective and caring member of staff.
Hospital appointments, caring for husbands and grandchildren, and holidays kept many people from attending. Carole Dane passed on news from them.
We enjoyed an excellent lunch, at the end of which someone proposed a toast to the teachers.
Diana Perkins led off the afternoon session with some of her memories of school. Many memories were shared, memories of happy times, of many kindnesses from teachers, of unjust exercise of authority and, above all, of the mischief that we got up to.
In our first year on Trafalgar Road at the sea-front end, we were housed in a hut on one side of the playground. In each of the two classrooms there was a coal stove. (Imagine what Health and Safety would say about that today.) Between lessons, we amused ourselves by making the fire smoke into the room or putting chalk dust on the teacher's chair.
In Cookery classes, you could throw bits of pastry up to make them stick on the ceiling, and in Physics you could make bad smells.
We recalled swimming lessons on the front at Yarmouth with us shivering in the unheated outdoor pool and Miss Capon, the P.E. teacher, fully clad, giving us instruction.
During the summer season the louder parts of the summer show at the Marina would penetrate the classrooms. Every afternoon you heard Lenny the Lion say his catch-phrase, 'I've washed my hair and I can't do a thing with it'. This would be followed by a roar of laughter from the audience. This made it even harder to concentrate when Miss Adams was explaining isosceles triangles.
The catch-phrases of various teachers were recalled. Miss Trickett, our English teacher, responded encouragingly to our efforts with a rapid 'Admirable. Admirable. Good. Good. Good.' in her clipped Oxford accent. Miss Goodey, another Maths teacher, owner of two little Pekinese dogs, began many sentences with 'First and foremost'.
We remembered some of the school rules. Outside, in winter, we always had to wear the dreaded hat, a pudding basin of navy felt with a brim, a navy and white striped band round the crown, and a piece of elastic to go under the chin. Some people remember standing on Haven Bridge on their last day at the school and chucking their hats into the river.
No eating in the street, but the bolder among us used to buy chips in the market-place on their way home. You could always hide them in your hat.
To avoid scratching the paintwork when we moved to the new school in Lynn Grove, we had to walk along the corridor on the right with our leather satchels on our left shoulders.
Failure to keep these rules could lead to loss of the half-term holiday. You would be kept in for the afternoon.
After the memory session, Sylvia Bracey read an ode to the school that she had composed specially for this occasion. She had to admit that while she was composing it she feared that Miss Mumford would appear and rebuke her for some fault of scansion.
Tea and more chat ended a happy occasion for all involved.
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Sixty-four years since they started at the High School
It was 64 years ago that we started at the High School. 12 of the 70 or so eleven-year-old girls who started at Great Yarmouth High School for Girls in September 1953 gathered for a day at the Burlington Hotel on Thursday 14 September to celebrate the event. We were joined by Mrs Jean Morris, who taught some of us German, and who was much valued by all of us as an effective and caring member of staff.
Hospital appointments, caring for husbands and grandchildren, and holidays kept many people from attending. Carole Dane passed on news from them.
We enjoyed an excellent lunch, at the end of which someone proposed a toast to the teachers.
Diana Perkins led off the afternoon session with some of her memories of school. Many memories were shared, memories of happy times, of many kindnesses from teachers, of unjust exercise of authority and, above all, of the mischief that we got up to.
In our first year on Trafalgar Road at the sea-front end, we were housed in a hut on one side of the playground. In each of the two classrooms there was a coal stove. (Imagine what Health and Safety would say about that today.) Between lessons, we amused ourselves by making the fire smoke into the room or putting chalk dust on the teacher's chair.
In Cookery classes, you could throw bits of pastry up to make them stick on the ceiling, and in Physics you could make bad smells.
We recalled swimming lessons on the front at Yarmouth with us shivering in the unheated outdoor pool and Miss Capon, the P.E. teacher, fully clad, giving us instruction.
During the summer season the louder parts of the summer show at the Marina would penetrate the classrooms. Every afternoon you heard Lenny the Lion say his catch-phrase, 'I've washed my hair and I can't do a thing with it'. This would be followed by a roar of laughter from the audience. This made it even harder to concentrate when Miss Adams was explaining isosceles triangles.
The catch-phrases of various teachers were recalled. Miss Trickett, our English teacher, responded encouragingly to our efforts with a rapid 'Admirable. Admirable. Good. Good. Good.' in her clipped Oxford accent. Miss Goodey, another Maths teacher, owner of two little Pekinese dogs, began many sentences with 'First and foremost'.
We remembered some of the school rules. Outside, in winter, we always had to wear the dreaded hat, a pudding basin of navy felt with a brim, a navy and white striped band round the crown, and a piece of elastic to go under the chin. Some people remember standing on Haven Bridge on their last day at the school and chucking their hats into the river.
No eating in the street, but the bolder among us used to buy chips in the market-place on their way home. You could always hide them in your hat.
To avoid scratching the paintwork when we moved to the new school in Lynn Grove, we had to walk along the corridor on the right with our leather satchels on our left shoulders.
Failure to keep these rules could lead to loss of the half-term holiday. You would be kept in for the afternoon.
After the memory session, Sylvia Bracey read an ode to the school that she had composed specially for this occasion. She had to admit that while she was composing it she feared that Miss Mumford would appear and rebuke her for some fault of scansion.
Tea and more chat ended a happy occasion for all involved.
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Fifty Year reunion for those who left GYGHS in the Summer of Love!
On July 21st, twenty school friends were brought together fifty years after they left the school.
Hilary Hanbury ( nee Spall) one of the organisers said “We had a great time chatting to friends who some of us had not seen since we left half a century ago!
The Furzedown Hotel did us proud as a venue and we are now planning some more outings with a view to holding another reunion in five years time.
We managed to contact some people through a press report but also thanks to this page as people were able to pass the information on to others ”
For anyone who is interested in joining this group, they have their own Facebook page and can be contacted by email at reunion5062@gmail.com
Small group picture features from left Karen nee Miller, Jeanette nee Bartram, Lyn nee Layton, Hilary nee Spall and Maggie nee Tyson.
The other is the whole group less Jeanette who had to leave early.
Hilary Hanbury ( nee Spall) one of the organisers said “We had a great time chatting to friends who some of us had not seen since we left half a century ago!
The Furzedown Hotel did us proud as a venue and we are now planning some more outings with a view to holding another reunion in five years time.
We managed to contact some people through a press report but also thanks to this page as people were able to pass the information on to others ”
For anyone who is interested in joining this group, they have their own Facebook page and can be contacted by email at reunion5062@gmail.com
Small group picture features from left Karen nee Miller, Jeanette nee Bartram, Lyn nee Layton, Hilary nee Spall and Maggie nee Tyson.
The other is the whole group less Jeanette who had to leave early.
Link to Honour Boards 1902 - 1974
