Name ID 2019
Extract Author: Andy Hannah
Page Number: 2004 02 29
Extract Date: 1957 - 60
Thankyou very much for opening this site.
You are very welcome to publish all of the below.
I remember Martin, Mary, and Peter Davis quite well. I was in the year above Peter and below Mary. I remember dancing with Mary!!!
Name: Andy Hannah
Years at Arusha: 1957 - 60
Older brothers Lister, Tim, Dave, were also there before me.
Masters: Morgan, Hampshire, BL Jones, HA Jones, Lanky Johnston. Pop Hazel.
Matrons: Mrs Fisher (David Read's terrfying mother) (head matron), Mrs Birchman, Miss Balfour, Miss De Beer (also terrifying), Miss Bear, Miss Pollack, Miss Randall, Miss Morrell, Mrs Evans.
Teachers: Miss Ingles (gentle and fair), Miss Monroe (loud voice), Miss Elizabeth Gray (lots of fun), Miss Jenkins (Gypsy), Miss Lundy (spunk).
Friends: Peter Bird, Christopher Ronaldson, Roger Haggerty, Itzak Abramovici, Stewart Hammond, Ian Steer, Daniel Marjocki, David Spoors, Michael Carter, George Legnani, Adrian Van Schoor, William Power, Brenda Ulliat, Henrietta Shannahan, Pauline Shannahan, Yvonne Karafiat, Susan Hunt, Nida Mogelnikskii, and others (sorry if I've left anyone out).
(Sorry if I've spelt anyone's name wrong)
Looking back, I think that Hampshire ran a pretty tight ship. I suspect that he also knew who the nice teachers were and who the not so nice, and arranged things so that we all had our fair share of both.
However, my principal memories are negative:
It was like a jail, and we were regimented a lot of the time.
There was always an anxiety that I'd do something wrong and get the tacky (or HA Jones' "persuader"). I didn't get punished that often, but half the time it was for an innocent absent-minded mistake.
My time in standard 3 was particularly unhappy because I was landed with a sociopathic dorm-leader.
Some of the female teachers went out of their way to make us feel small.
I think the most positive aspect was the friendships formed.
I would be delighted to get in contact with any of the above.
I live in Melbourne, Australia. I am married and have 4 kids (2 eldest have left home).
Great to hear from you, and thanks for your memories which I shall add to the web site when I next do an update.
You mention Mrs Fisher (David Read's terrfying mother)! I must tell that to David Read. I met him last October, and hope to see him again when I go back to Arusha at the end of May.
Your surname sent me back to my parent’s archives, and I’ve found one slide of the Ball family, plus Timothy Hannah standing in the garden. I’m not sure if you have worked it out from the web site, that my father was the rector of Christ Church Arusha from 1953-57, and I seem to remember that we had various boys to tea on Sunday afternoons. I’ve been looking, but so far haven’t had enough to time find anything more, but I seem to remember that your father’s names was Wells or Welsley.
I really need to go back to my fathers diaries to check my memories, and I could well be confusing you all with another family. But I seem to remember also that your father was in London in the early 60’s and he took me to a rally in Methodist Central Hall, Westminster at which Dr Hastings Banda was speaking.
My slide scanner is on loan at the moment, but when I can I’ll see if I can send you a copy of Timothy’s picture and any other pictures I might find in the meantime.
I’ve also got a couple of copies of the Arusha School Magazine, and see that in 1955 Timothy Hannah won a Standard I Form Prize!
Thank-you for your reply.
By the time I arrived at Arusha School, your family had left the vicarage, but I get the impression that both Tim and Dave spent a fair time at your house. In fact, I think it was your Mum who introduced meringues to our family - via Tim who insisted on our Mum trying to make them.
Yes, Dad's name was Wellesley, and he was working at the time as a medical missionary in Mvumi, near Dodoma.
Extract Author: S. Lisette Micek (Moulinie)
Page Number: 2008 02 24
Extract Date: 1957 - 61
What a wonderful surprise reading all the memories of school life in Arusha…
The tortoise was my silent witness to all those anxious thoughts and fears of the tacky and the innocent errors in judgement mentioned by Andy Hannah.
I think of an Italian girl (possibly Andrea?) whose cries we heard as we cringed in our beds while she got the tacky for daring to use the toilet after 'lights out.' Where was the logic? So, we wet the bed and that was OK?
Even lovable Miss Jewell, gave the tacky to 3 girls who filled their skirts with the beautiful jacaranda blossoms and lay in wait behind a tree to surprise her with a tribute of showering petals. I missed the punishment only because I was late to the surprise event.
I was in love with Huw Jones ;) and would beg off those Sunday afternoon walks to play cricket with him…Would love to know how he is…His Father was so sweet. I was in Huw's class and I believe his Dad taught French and would ask me to pronounce the words for the class (we spoke French at home).
There was Margaret in the front of the class who had the most infectious giggle… Bryn Jones would say, 'Now, who's tickling Maggie…' leading to another 5 minutes of hysterical giggles.
Who was the strict head matron who always did those frightful tapestries….her houseboy was not to be trusted around little girls and on one errand to her flat I discovered the speed with which I could descend the stairs.
Who was the music teacher with the blue rinse and glass eye who taught knitting?
The beautiful pianist with the perfect french roll hairdo.
The kitchen lady…very stern, who picked up all the bread crusts from under the table one night and had them displayed to us by Mr. Hampshire. What a lecture that was.
I too remember the 3 elephants from the John Wayne film who were brought to the field. A few were chosen to ride then they turned on the sprinklers so that the elephants could play. We also stood along the side of the road to watch the filming in action.
Some names of students I remember: Huw Jones, Birgit Lund of Moshi where I too spent Half Term, Giles Dingwall, Lesley Truesdale and Katherine Tregarthen whose Mum was gorgeous and brought us lollies at the Sanitorium.
Love your website...a healing experience.