I was a pupil at St Louis Convent School for girls and boys for the
sons and daughters of gentle folks I think it said on the notice
board that I passed every day after getting off the bus from Street
to get to school on time. I always missed it on the way home and had
to wait for ages outside of Crockers. I hated the convent and I was
scared stiff of the nuns especially Mother Amiee. I had no daps, was
always caught running up the stairs instead of walking. It was
freezing with cold milk to drink out of frozen bottles in the winter.
I could not wait to leave the only thing I enjoyed was ringing the
bell at play time.

I remember the day I left I was on my own walking quietly out of the
gate when Mother Amiee stopped me. She shook my hand only after she
told me to remove my glove as she informed me that I was rude to
shake hands with anyone with your gloves on. She told me that all
the offices in Glastonbury had a ex convent girl working for them and
that she hoped I would follow their examples.

To this very day I have no fond memories of her, I liked Miss
Mansfield she was nice to me and I could always make her laugh.

I saw this webpage advertised in the local paper, my daughter is a
reporter for the paper now. I enjoyed looking at it especially the
gardens and where the nuns used to have there dinner. Father O'Brian
and Father MacNamara were the priests at St Mary's then. I loved
Father MacNamara he had a twinkle in his eye and I pinched his bum
once by mistake when he attended the wedding reception of my sister,
after performing the wedding ceremony, I thought that he was my big
cousin John I was mortified when he turned round and I saw that it
was the priest.

If I was talking in lessons I was sent to stand outside the door this
I didn't mind but when I heard the swish of the Sister skirts and
roserrie beads I would dive into the cloak room and bury myself
underneath everyone coats and blazers Sister Mary Peter would come
into the cloak room but she could never find me I spent all of my
senior school life hiding from them they could never find me I hid in
the loos upstairs in the back stairs up the alley by Mrs Rowes class
even behind the big black door that lead to the kitchen and the nuns
chaple.

Happy days, no not really

Patricia