Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Wales 1975

My sister forwarded a copy of a letter my Mum received in 1975.  My Mum had given the teachers a gift after my sister Michele and me had been on separate pony trekking holiday's in Wales with the school, and they wrote a thank you letter (see above.)

This letter brought back memories of the trip in Wales to the fore front.  My huge 'pony' was a white horse named Shane.  He always wanted to challenge the horse at the front and very often I would be forced into a gallop as he raced for first position.  I would be pulled through trees and have branches whip across my face, end up on high verges looking down at the riders below and be flung onto the wet sand whilst cantering across the beach.

The owners of the farmhouse were dour and unfriendly.  Each morning at breakfast we would be faced with a jug of sour milk that would stay on the table until it had been used up.  I resisted the food and resorted to eating a slab of pure sugar Kendal mint cake in the bedroom.

We sometimes walked down the country lane to the local shop.  The air was pungent with wild garlic.

I won a rosette for my riding skills but was too shy (see letter above) to go and collect it in assembly so never received it.

I can't imagine a teacher today would write such a personal letter to a parent.  'Yours, through a haze of smoke and fat tummy's' referred to the fact that the teachers were both pregnant and heavy smokers too.  How politically incorrect  by today's standards! 

7 comments:

KC'sCourt! said...

Funny how things bring back memories. Some happy, some sad.
Julie xxxxxxx

Helen Philipps said...

So interesting to see this Simone. A little piece of history. And shows how times have changed too....
Helen xox

Rosie said...

Things have changed so much since then haven't they? It is a lovely letter to hold on to. I wonder what happened to those teachers and their babies? Your memories of your stay were lovely to read too:)

Kim said...

What an interesting little snippet of history. I think you're right about the personal letters - teachers just wouldn't write like that now - everyone is just too busy I suppose... it is a shame though. xx

Ethel Johnson said...

That is so sweet, like a peek back in time. I am so glad that I was born then and not now. xx

Bella said...

What a brilliant letter :-) -- and grateful respect from both your mother and the teachers.

Lisa said...

I'm sure the letter must have conjured up some memories for you.
It sounds like a bit of a famous five kind of holiday!
Lisa x