Hi Jeffro
I went to Underlea School in the 1950's I have horrible memories about it how about you?
Sandynan
I would like to know if their is a list of pupils for the 1950s for this school.
Thanks for any help.
I went to Underlea from the age of seven (1953) until I left in 1962 at the age of 16. I loved the school. Mr McMennamin was the headmaster. Mr Bell was our teacher and the woodwork teacher was Mr Jones. But when I started at the school, the woodwork teacher was Mr Morgan. My teacher then was Miss Critchley. She got married and became Mrs Morgan, no relation to the woodwork teacher. Some of the pupils, my friends, were Mick Dwyer, Len Ginley, Alfie McKeown, Tony Kirkham, Jimmy Woods, Terence Rankin, John Freeman, Norman Jensen, John Benbow, and later, from Margaret Bevan School, Tony Lynch. We used to go to Southport every June. The local taxi driver gave their time free. After we had luch, we used to go in to the rest shed and lie for an hour on folding beds. This was a magical time for me, and for many others I am sure. Some of the classrooms were Swiss-like chalets. In the summer the sides would open up to allow us to enjoy the fresh air. Miss Eaton was the assistant head. When I first started at the school my teachers were Mrs Quinn and Miss Goalen. I've posted some picks of the school, the chalets and a shot of the our class on the front lawn. I am on the back row far right. Mr Melia was the teacher. The school was primarily for kists with respiratory problems, some extremely serious and many passed away during my time at the school. The garden was Mr Fox and the caretaker was Mr Sharp. We used to collected from different parts of Liverpool at around 9am by a double Decker bus. I've read some extremely negative posts about Underlea, but as i attended there for most of my school life, I can honestly say it was a great school. It was demolished in the early eighties and was allegedly going to be shipped brick by brick to California to be the home of a millionaire. However, this never happened, and today it lies in a scrap yard somewhere in Japan. Billy Roberts