Margaret Tabor High school Braintre Uk

Yes gals and guys, I, ask the same question each day, well almost. what happened? Did we invent a time machine in science class, and some fool pressed the wrong button?? when i find out if it's true he or she is a gonna. incase of course,, they know how to reverse it.I

We walked to school in this with no moans

“Whatever the weather – the milkman always showed up! 🥶🥛❄️
Snow, rain, or shine, you’d hear the quiet hum of the electric float and the gentle clink of bottles on the doorstep.
No apps, no plastic, just fresh milk and a familiar face you could rely on.
A true part of daily life that so many of us remember fondly.”

A long time ago , oh dear.

This now… was peak competition.
Wheelbarrow races, bean bags on heads, egg-and-spoon drama — and the loudest cheers came from mums in cardigans and dads in flat caps. No medals needed, just grass-stained knees, orange squash in plastic cups, and a packet of crisps at the end. Pure childhood joy.

School days go e by.

🎯 When the Pavement Was Our Playground 🪁
No tablets. No PlayStations. Just a bit of chalk, a pebble, and a whole lot of laughter echoing down the street.
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Hopscotch, skipping ropes, and the odd scuffed knee — this was childhood in its purest form. The rules were simple, the fun was endless, and the whole neighbourhood came out to watch.
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Back when a coat could be your goalpost, the curb your boundary, and your best memories were made before tea time.
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MT school, same desks as we had there.note the dip in ink pen pot

Girls at Baldock County Council School in England enjoy a drink of milk during a break in the school day, 1944. Each student received either a third of a pint or two-thirds of a pint of milk daily.

Memories arrr

Back when the pram was your throne…
The Beano was your breaking news…
And the bakery window felt like pure magic.
No phones. No rush. Just you, the pushchair, and the sound of shop doors swinging as Mum popped in for a loaf of bread and a tin of beans.
It was only a few minutes of waiting, but somehow it felt like a world of its own — the smells of fresh bread drifting out, the crinkle of sweet wrappers on the counter, the hope Mum might bring you back a treat.
Simple days. Sweet memories. ❤️

~Old Photo Club

My First School Bike:
In the 60s, I remember my first racing bike at Margaret Tabor, this
must have been around 1962, my second year at M.T.S.S. . I had a
bicycle before, but way back, I outgrew that child's bike.

The school was about half a mile away so I had to choose between owning a real bike or walking that 1⁄2 mile. That brings me back to when I first started cycling. Dad used to hold the saddle while I went down the road peddling like crazy, I would say, “don't let go” I was doing very well until dad said You're on your own, you're doing well. That's when I lost my nerve and started to wobble. I was never given any safety instructions, and I don't remember any other parents telling their children to be careful. There were few cars on the road then, and it was a lot safer than today.

The Tabor Secondary School had a massive bicycle rack at the
back, close to the east side of the town, near the gardeners' shed where we left our bikes at school time; it must have housed 100 bikes. One , ay the police came to examine them all, giving out documents of safety measures to be made. I had no bell , the bars were a little loose and there was no reflector as I had removed the mudguard.

Originally, that bike cost a fortune and was a Christmas present. Just before leaving Margaret Tabor school, I took it to the market auction in town. That was where Tesco's supermarket is now. I thought it would make a fortune, which I could invest in another project, but sadly, it made a few shillings. Dad was not happy at all, Mum did not seem to care, perhaps because walking for me was safer.

This Heat Wave we are having at the moment reminds me of the 60s at Margaret Tabor. Then we took it in our stride. I recall the classrooms were cool, and the main building even better, perhaps it was the buildings of those days, I mean solid insulating like heavy brickwork. Keeping cool at home was a jug of iced water in the freezer; many still did not own a fridge then. We drank tap water by the bucket, Pop, soda or as some called it, carbonated water was not widely available at those times, and many could not afford it. to keep cool, we kept the curtains closed and windows wide open even at nighttime, as it was safe to do so then. After school was a rush home to play out in the sun, no PCs, iPads, phones or TV. We happily roamed and played in the sunshine outside, no suncream or hats. During council grass cutting times, we made heaped up walls of it and small houses on the green. We were called in for teatime at 5.30 and rushed out again to find another group/gang had smashed up our grass castle. It did not matter as we did the same to them. Evenings were the same, outside playing until dawn. Night, we slept without moaning on top of the bed, not under the sheets, and I am sure it was hot as it is now. The Summer 6-week holiday was wonderful, always hot, I cannot remember any other but raging sun. Maybe today it's me, or has today's generation lost the will to have fun and enjoy the sun at its best?

A thought
If you attended this school,?
Why not post a picture of your earlier years .
Or where you live now.
I am surprised many have moved abroad to exotic places such as new Zealand, Australia and USA. Surprised as I wrongly assumed all would have remained local, why I thought that I do not know, perhaps because I moved only 20 miles. . Proves a point how humans conquered the planet and moved about.we are travellers.

You can post on this site YOU KNOW , your M.T. experiences and other chats. It's for Ex M.T. pupils. Make friends, try and locate old ones of those days. No advertising allowed, we have resisted facebooks request to do so.

The Early 1960s and life during M.T. Secondary school.
Tea was made by warming a teapot, then 1 spoonful of tea was added per person and water. Poured into cups through a tea leaf strainer. Fires were of coal, and if you could afford it, coke, a better burn, while those hard up (and there were many of us), we used logs or even cut up scrap wood. Food was purchased like everything else with CASH, each item from a separate store. No Superstores, meat came from a meat shop, as vegetables did from a shop that ONLY sold vegetables, shops usually only sold one product and specialised. I remember the smell of Cheese shops, yes, they only sold cheeses of all sorts and like others, measured and weighed by the pound and ounces. Petfood shops sold unwrapped food again, weighed and bagged by hand. No computers, no hand phones, (if you were lucky) an indoor telephone; otherwise, it was the public telephone not far away, where you inserted coins hoping the money would not expire before the call ended. Cars were primitive and easier to maintain, many did their own repairs, fuel was pennies PER GALLON, not litres as we had the imperial system, meaning 240 pennies to the £1, and it worked fine, we know what everything cost. A time of prosperity as was not many years after the Second World War. Our country was flourishing, we seldom saw a foreigner and were amazed if we did, yet afraid to approach them. Dogs roamed the street, and often homes had a sign outside “ cats for rehoming” or “rabbits for sale” The cats were of various breeds, and often dogs free. Driven round the estates were vans of vegetable sellers, wagons selling CORONA soft drinks and such as vegetables. Rent, weekly paid for housing, and TV rental were collected in person by what was called a telly man. Car registration number collections were most boys' hobbies as identifying aeroplanes and trains, stamp collecting was all the rage, as was bird egg collection, not illegal then. Many kept Chickens for eggs and rabbits for meat, while I recall my aunt had a pig, and cried her eyes out when it went for slaughtering. No D.I.Y stores in those days, we bought from what were called Hardware Merchants and everyone had workshop in the back garden, where we repaired everything, including shoes, clothing, etc. It was a time of“never get rid, repair it and then when done, give it to someone else who would adapt it for another use”. No doors were closed during summer, and neighbours would just walk in shouting Coowie, a type; of alert that they were coming in. People nattered on the streets and evenings were reading or using our hobby skills. TV had one channel, and then ITV started, so we were so happy with 2 channels. No remote controls, you got off ya bum and turned a switch to change channels and then often to retune a set as it would drift off a channel. Cinemas were everywhere and affordable, while youth clubs prospered and the pubs were and full had live music Fridays, Saturdays and Sunday nights, they weref wereull, jam-packed, and the smoke was thick as fog.

NOW I AM 75 Years Old.
That is almost 60 years next month since I broke out of school, thrown out, ok, left then.

Things have changed so so much.

My day at this old git age starts at
8.30am when I get out of bed.
9am Breakfast.
10am is watching TV News on all channels, and then emails read. I order things like building materials for numerous projects I am building, then pc parts for my shop where I WORK,
12 noon is usually spent working outside, either repairing one of my cars, or more likely, building projects in the garden until 10pm ish..
10 pm, this time of year, I come in knackered. Have a bath and settle.
11pm armchair time with cat on lap for TV news updates.
Midnight, till 2am I listen to the 60s music (it never gets out of ya blood do it)
2am 3.30am, in bed reading.
At 4am I may fall asleep.

Yes I do more at this age than ever before, and do not know why. I may be that feeling life without advancement is useless. And wondering what is on the other side. I read a lot about religion to understand from the eye of science its myth. I read quantum theory and the universe, how it came a bout and what is happening.. .

If my teachers saw me now, they would wonder what the hell happened to THAT brain-dead kid who could not take anything in and was just bored waiting for the end of day bell to ring.

TELL US ALL ABOUT YOUR LATER YEARS, HOW YOU USE THEM AND HOW YOU FEEL.