A poem by Georgina Smith was printed on Saturday, May 6.
I would just like to say how much I enjoyed it.
I lived in one of the streets she spoke of (Hutton Street).
There was one line in her poem about school – “Or the blackboard rubber flying by my neck” – if it is the lady teacher who I am thinking about, I would like to tell Georgina, I married that teacher’s niece.
And believe me I was as much frightened of her at my wedding as I was at school.
Mr J Snowdon