What do you remember from the years that you went to CPS? Most is not all of my fading memories are good. Sure, there may have been little things back then that may have upset a few of you but if 40 odd years isn't enough time (water under the bridge) then what is... Pass on your thoughts and the things that you liked or other. Remember the MILK bottles we had to drink (1969 vintage) ... remember the dancing lessons in the playground? Honey & Nut rolls... Germs (girls)... I had my first "smoke" in the Bell Tower... what a highlight!!! Remember playing "spin the bottle" in the old wash sheds... and I fell in love with the girl I kissed on the cheek (so I thought) *big event for me but nothing for her :-)
Remember singing and speed reading.... standing up in class to say your "times tables" that you actually would practice at home. Play lunch, BIG lunch... The double story bus that we used to race to, to get up front and up top.. Your turn! Tell us what you remember.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
CPS Memories
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Who can forget the famous Mr. Fredrickson and the songs he taught us. Most of us can remember at the very least the first chorus of "Po cari cari ana" In the girls playground in 1969 they installed monkey bars neglected to place anything soft underneath them. For lunch I would bring in my famous salami sandwiches and some of the Aussie girls would tease me. How things have changed they would probably have swapped my salami and cheese sandwich for a vegemite one now!!! http://www.travelpod.com/travel-photo/waliceh/ausnz-2007/1175263140/dame_kiri_te_kanawa_-_po_karekare_ana.mp3/tpod.html
I can remember the honey & nut rolls....YUM! Loved the canteen, they don't make lollies like they used to....Cobbers, caramels buttons. I can remember getting into trouble with my group of friends, Alex Shavigan (I think that's how you spell it), Sandray Black and Robert Curtin (I think that was his name). I can remember all of us being lined up and being caned by the principal!
Denise Campbell (nee Sioufi)
Ballroom dancing lessons in the playground.. *I hated that!!!! - We were always matched to people our own size :-)
Making kites out of sheets of paper and match sticks... and flying them in the playground *Mr Frederickson*
Watching the first man to walk on the MOON.
I remember lots, Miss Honan’s sewing classes, the sewing boxes we had to make if our parents couldn't afford to buy us one they where made out of ice cream containers. I drink tokens we got when we got a drink for lunch, sunny boys, and razzes’. Then there where sports day Friday, our yellow tunics yellow bloomers and the colored cord around our waists for the house we where in, Massie, Paterson, Brice and Morcome. And walking to Tasker Park for sport, gee I bet they get busses everywhere now, none of the walking to the pool for swimming, Afternoon softball and netball training with Miss Shanahan and Mrs. Mckeowen. Then down the shop on the corner or the land and South Pd to get ice cream cones with hundreds and thousands on top.
I also remember infints school with the hoola hoop and the bean bags. cheese and pineapple rolls, and they where fresh and that was made them taste the best. I can go on for ever but I will leave something for the rest of you. So come on and put in your memories.
I can't really remember WHY we went there but I do remember going to Campsie Picture Show for school prenentations I think... Maybe not school related but remember when we actually all stood up at the pictures for God Save The Queen... and the organ/piano player they had there. Heaven forbid if someone did not stand up!!! Remember the ice creams being sold (highlight??)
What was the Library teacher's name? Oxley?
Gee Jeff,
The Library one place they had to drag me too. I was an outdoors kind of girl, playing sport no books for me. :-) I do remember how much trouble you got into if you where found in the boys or girls play ground, god forbid if we ever had any contact outside the class room, Their idea of contact with the square dancing and the polka. They were fun, girls and boys germs. And I don't want to dance with him/her yucky.
I remember the "tree seat" at the bottom of the playground and how it was "the" place to sit. It was a race to get there and not being very athletic I never seemed to make it until the day I was let out early. I Raced down the playground to sit in the "tree seat". Not content with my prize, when my contemporaries joined me, always the entertainer I put my lunch down on the ground in front of me and my backside between the tree and the seat and here I became thoroughly stuck, but the indignity gave way to horror when Laura Mutton walked past and put her foot right in the middle of my lunch. My release came when the bell rang for the end of lunch and somehow necessity saw me free again. This happened many years ago, but the experience still brings a smile to my face and I ponder if first past the post is not always the winner.
I remember the "tree seat" at the bottom of the playground and how it was "the" place to sit. It was a race to get there and not being very athletic I never seemed to make it until the day I was let out early. I raced down the playground to sit in the "tree seat". Not content with my prize, when my contemporaries joined me, always the entertainer I put my lunch down on the ground in front of me and my backside between the tree and the seat and here I became thoroughly stuck, but the indignity gave way to horror when Laura Mutton walked past and put her foot right in the middle of my lunch. My release came when the bell rang for the end of lunch and somehow necessity saw me free again. This happened many years ago, but the experience still brings a smile to my face and I ponder if first past the post is not always the winner.
there are so many things about campsie public to remember when we went into town to see Oliver twist
yes those monkey bars not the best thing they put into the playground many broken bones from them lol
the pineapple and cheese half rolls where yummy
can the girls remem,ber those dresses we had to make than where them to show everyone
i can remember doing a short play on stage with a few boys Miss molly had a dolly who was sick they had to for the dr etc
I attended Campsie Public School between 1950 and 1956. Others complain about the small bottles of milk we were given to drink, but I actually enjoyed them. If you did not bring lunch from home, (and often on Mondays children didn't because the bread was stale) you could order lunch from the shop on the corner opposite the girls' primary school section. The orders had to be made before school and the shop keeper was not allowed into the school yard. So he/she handed the lunches over the fence at lunch time. I understand meat pies were very popular. The school had Oslo lunches - wholemeal bread rolls which were like chook food, with a spread of a mix of butter and margarine. These were not nice at all! The girls in primary school during playtime enjoyed many games, including jacks, skipping and hopscotch. Some of us sat and did fancy work. I remember in infants, sitting under a tree to eat my lunch. A pigeon sat above me and my lunch & I copped the droppings! Motto to the story - don't sit under a tree to eat lunch. In primary, while we were separated from the boys, we saw glipses of them as they came over to the girls' section marching in a line. Maybe Jeff can tell me what they came over for? Was it library? We marched over to the boys section to use their hall, if we had a concert. I remember on Empire Day, we assembled at the Odeon theatre with the boys school and sang songs. That day we finished early and that night was "Cracker Night".
Yes we went to the cinema for all of the school presentation days and nights. I remember standing up to God Save the Queen and watching 9mm reel film shows in the school hall all about the aboriginals in the far North and stockman on the outback stations. VERY BORING!!! Remember buying Sunny Boys and looking inside for a free one. I have never seen any of my old school friends since those days. Hopefully some will be there at the school reunion.
Denise Campbell (nee Sioufi)
I started at Campsie Infants in 1958. My earliest memory was Miss Farmer’s kindie class. We had sleeping mats on the floor for our afternoon rest. There was the yucky warm little bottles of milk we had at play lunch. Those of use who were lucky had chocolate and strawberry flavoured straws – thank goodness for them! I think the other kindie teacher was Miss Wilson – I remember she was a large rotund lady but I was only 4 and a half! She was probably only a size 14, poor woman!
I went into a class between kindie and 1st class called Transition in 1959 – I think Mrs Bewley was the name of the teacher. There was another teacher somewhere around this time called Mrs Clarke – I think she was 2nd class. She was a soft lovely woman and I adored her. Miss Press was the principal of Campsie Infants school. She was a bosomy woman and one to be feared. She made me stand outside her office all day once when she found out my mum had hepatitis. I was a curiosity to the other kids because they thought I’d done something wrong and I was mortified all day.
When I went into Primary, I used to catch the 488 bus and it dropped us off near the little shop on the corner.
My biggest horror of Campsie Primary was in 1963 going into Miss McNally’s 3rd Class. I was terrified of her for some reason. I think one of the problems was that I couldn’t get my head around Cuisenaire Rods and she smacked my hand with the ruler for talking – only it was the girl next to me. Maths wasn’t one of my strengths right through school but I can estimate a basket full of shopping at the supermarket within a couple of dollars. I was so horrified that when I came back to school in 4th class, Miss McNally was the teacher. I must have carried on because Mum moved me up to live with my Grandmother for a year in Orange in 1964. You can imagine my shock when I returned in 5th class ..... to Miss McNally. It was the longest year of my life!
I remember the times table lines at lunchtime – you only had to go to them if you were in trouble. I remember folk dancing in the playground with boys (yuck!) and my flared Swiss-style white skirt with the red and blue braid around the hem. I remember the swimming carnivals at Canterbury Pool – Susan Young always won and I always came last. I remember the Gould League of Bird Lovers, the Yellow Card banking system where we banked 2 shillings a week. Mum used to tie the money into the corner of my hankie so I wouldn’t lose it. I remember the Sunny Boys, the honey and nut rolls, cheese and the vegemite rolls. The pies from the little corner shop across the road were always good on cold days as were their little bags of lollies.
I used to love Mrs Honan’s sewing classes and remember the black and blue striped dress I made. The material looked nice in the shop but I don’t think I ever wore it after the fashion parade in class. I also have the yellow placemat with brown cross stitch that I made somewhere at home somewhere. I remember in 6th class walking into a meeting of the Red Cross and being elected President – I had no idea anyone liked me enough to do that. I got to go with Mrs Honan to the Anzac Day presentation at the Cenotaph representing the school, dressed in a red cape and white scarf. I felt very honoured.
In 6th class, I had Mr Wilson. He was famous for his Wolsley car (always parked at the side of the building), his face turning red from the neck up when he got mad, and letting us have Wednesday nights off from homework so we could all watch his favourite show (Danger Man). He was a wonderful teacher and set us all up to do well in High School. I left Campsie Primary in 1965.
Anne Banfield (nee Langtip)
I started in 1960 at campsie my favour teacher was Mr Smith ..John Enevoldsen
can you all remember the big fire cps had
do you remember playing with elastic,bone(5knuckles bones)
I remember the fire at the school . Don't know what year (1968 possibly) but it was in the xmas school holidays. Elastics I still play with my 2 daughters and bone knuckles I remember too. What about pick up sticks and Jeff remembers flickers with cards and marbles.... The big marble was called?????????????? Help who can remember???
i cannot recall what year i was at campsie, but i do remember the milk, hot greasy chips from some corner shop, but not a lot more.
i used to play jacks and i thought i was quite good at them, scatters i was real good at. Marbles for boys was it called a bonka by any chance? oh and i do remember one day while at school we had a eclipse that scared the daylights out of me, no pun intended.
warren plummer
learning to write with copperplate pens dipped in the inkwells on our desks.times tables.being caned.canteen shop pinching lollies off the counter.I loved the peppermint patties.Smacked by mrs press(duds) when stephen mc coy's arm went through the wringer of the display outside of the washing machine shop,cnr south parade & beamish st.Films on a wet friday(sports day)throwing water bombs in the wash shed.The cream on the bottles of milk.Sour milk when it was left outside too long.Empire day at the odeon theatre & coles & the toy shop after to buy bungers.school fete on a saturday & being called up with charlie grono after a fight & blubbering mess (me) owned up to smoking in the weather shed to mr coleman? Mr smith caning me for somthing or other.cricket at belmore oval in summer.The shop owner seeming to go gey overnight & rumors he had seen fisher's ghost.eating green grapes & lime drink from coles running to school so I would be sick in lines & sent home for a day off.Mum made me stay in bed so I only did that twice..no fun stuck in bed.mr linderman caning all the boys after the girls started a riot in Library class when he went out for a few minutes.stale bread on mondays for lunch.
cheese & vegemite ,cheese & pinapple,honey & nut rolls still love them.Mr williams taking off his leg in summer.keith sanders being chased under the desks by mr kerr trying to hit him with his cane.water bombs in the weather shed.the janitor cleaning up after school.running around the bell tower until some galut hurt himself (broke his arm i think)Merle remember your neighbours,that's me,one of them anyway
God !!! Mrs. Press.. Am I imagining that I remember? It seems to ring bells in the OLD memory but I just can not remember who she was.
It is great reading the memories so far. So many things start to come back to you. Cracker night, water fights, *I loved my crackers as a kid*. I remember tying things to skyrockets and shooting them down the street…Tossing “thow-downs” into a crowd of old people (most likely younger than us now) We were so young and naive compared to the same age kids of today’s years. BIG BROTHER was not a telly show, it was your big brother…or in my case my darling older sister…[yuk] Imagine how it would have been back then if you could have sent a TEXT message to the girl that you liked??? Girls only had germs anyway so I never knew what the fuss was about…I knew that they were “missing” some important parts etc etc but God only knew why because I sure didn’t. How sad would that be in today’s times!
SMS’s, text messages and mobile phones… OR better even EMAIL and Facebook… imagine!!! Hey Jennifer P. … I think I like you. LOL. How easy would that have been!!! My lovely wife present could have told me way back then that she had the hott’s for me! ((That would have solved some of life’s problems in a flash:-)… All this is a tad scary, thinking back to yester-year…I think I’m turning into an OLD person…better go for a bike ride. (With Ulysses, the OVER 50 group).
Now after all my waffle…can anyone tell me which teacher Mrs. Press was?
Jeff L.
I was only at Campsie for kindy and first class 1965 to 1966, but I remember walking to school with my friend Michelle Brooker who was a year ahead of me having a sunny boy in summer looking for the free one with Gordon Simpon at lunch. I have very fond memories of the school and the friends I made while I was there. It is a fact of life that you lose contact with these people. I hope that life has been good to you. See you at the Campsie RSL on Saturday night.
I was only at Campsie for kindy and first class 1965 to 1966, but I remember walking to school with my friend Michelle Brooker who was a year ahead of me. I have very fond memories of the school and the friends I made while I was there. It is a fact of life that you lose contact with these people. I hope that life has been good to you. See you at the Campsie RSL on Saturday night.
Anne, I too started school in 1958 and was in Mrs Farmer's class!! I don't remember you :( A lot of your other memories are mine also. The milk was groos and warm. I went straight to 1st class after kindy but I did have Mrs Clarke in 2nd class and we used to jump into her shoes when she left the room, her feet were tiny!
Because I skeipped transition I would hve been in 6th class wehn you were in 5th and my 6th class teacher was extremely cruel. I was always being slapped on the knuckles with a ruler for being left-handed. I was also incredibly shy and didn't say boo to a goos but she would slap me on the back of the head when she walked past me.
I ended up missing the last 6 weeks of Primary becasue I was too scared and nervous to go to school, the Dept of Education okayed that rather than do something about the teacher ;(
I loved the school fetes and Friday sports days, despite the dancing... being allowed to wear sand shoes.
I have a feeling the reason you were segretated when you mum had hepatitis was because a little kindy boy died of it about that time.
I have very mixed feelings about Campsie PS, not the school itself, just my experiences in Infants and Primary.
I remember how great it was when we graduated from pen and ink to biro!
Mr Hagan was the principal at Campsie Public when I was in the primary section.
I recall being sent in to his office to play the violin for him...he asked me 'what do you want to be when you finish school?'
to which I added...'a lawyer for the mafia Sir!'
Then I recall being the 'tea-girl' in sixth class..Mrs Mustang was my teachers name. Extremely good looking lady with long red-dyed hair and a fringe.
hi all i can remember baking a cake for a teacher i had i think it was yr5 she was going back to new zealand plus we drew a picure of her on the blackbroad (she loved it)lol
can any one remember the reading machine they used to try and get us to speed read
I was at CPS for the following years 1965 - 1972 & was taught by the following teachers. Mrs Mrs Bourke, Mrs Boyne, Mrs Jackson, Mrs Hargraves & Mrs Iverson, I can't remember my Kindy teacher's name but the Junior school principle was Mrs Wilbow. I remeber Mrs Clark who was a lovley lady and lived 5 houses down from where I lived. Certainly played flicka's in the lunch sheds and lost many good swap cards in the process. Marbles were also big in years 5 & 6. During my time in infants my most vivid memories were the big mats rolled out at lunchtimes for the infants kids to sit on and eat lunch. The big skipping rope which was used for everyone to join in with. Dancing classes in the yard and broadcast over the PA system. School plays eg Mary Poppins ( I was Burt the Chimney sweep and friend of Mary Poppins) In the senior school "catching out" on the big brick wall, hand cricket and brandings. The milk lines each morning and being a monitor dragging the crates into position and the moon landings with 200 kids and teachers all watching 1 TV.
I remember Mr Smith Year 5, we all had to get the sun rise/set times for homework. I remember doing a project on the Concord Aroplane and Mr Smith ripping it up as futuristic garbage. Year 6 was Mr Fredrickson and his Ukelele. Don't think much school work got done that year. Callus on our hands from the monkey bars plus many more......
I remember my teachers to be Mrs Stanbury, Mrs Boyne, Miss McNally,Mrs Denning, Miss Heron and Mrs Oxley. I think it was Mr Jordan who had the quiz board outside his room in 6th Class. I remember the 488 bus. Playing football in the holidays at Tasker Park. Learning how babies come about and that there was no such thing as Santa from Craig Ure one morning when we were doing the milk crates. Playing flickers and marbles. (The big marble I think was called you TORE)I remeber playing rugby league on the weekend for Campsie Waratahs and being picked up after school and loaded into the back of a removal truck for the trip to Lees Park for training. Boy was it dark in there. I remember one year the whole year went to the snow for a week and I spent the week in the library as my family could not afford to pay for me to go. I also remember having to go the principals office when I was in first class and I thought it was because I hadn't eaten my lunch (bloody pecks paste YUCK) but I actually had chicken pox and they called my mother to come and get me. I remember the pigeon crap all through the bell tower and when the rope was broken I had to climb the ladder to ring the bell. It was always covered with Pidgeon poo. What about the fights that John Lindsay and Tony Fransicuci had in the playground at lunchtime. They seemed to go on forever and I dont think anyone ever won. What about the percussion instruments we all had to play. I was one of the very few to be banned from persussion instrument class. Something about hitting the triangle at the wrong time.
Ron Milne (64-70)
Hey Ron... I remember those fights that you mentioned. (I had forgotten) Not only did nobody ever win, I think nobody really got hurt either :-) A tad different from todays fights. Ahhh some good stuff. (see U at the club Ron, your shout!!!)
I remember the number squares we had to do as a math’s test every Friday, the spellathons and walkathons. Standing in the class room doing timetables around the room and if you got it wrong you sat down till there was one person standing and they were the champion for the week. Parents day at the school my god mum or dad would come in and stand around the room and look at our books and you got to see what every ones mum look like and the boys would sis there saying god she is hot she isn't. I do remember one teacher that always without fail would hit a boy named Robert with the strap it was just about everyday he would do this. I have always wounded what ever happened to Robert Kannini, I think he had an older broth named John. I remember Mr. Bolton, and the year we started singing Advanced Australia Fair. And Donna Leo and a few of us sand Advanced Australia Square and she was sent to the office and got the Cane for it. Damn they loved using that thing for nothing at all. I still remember the times in the play ground every time I smell a camphor laurel tree in summer. And the nut off the tree we put between our fingers and whistle through it, ear piecing sound it was. Playing around the girls and boys was sheds in infant’s school and the boys dragging you in, Yuk they stunk. Bubbler fights with the water putting your finger over the hole and directing it onto people always fun in summer. I still have my jack from primary school, I use to get them out to play with my girls when they we at school.
Jan, I remember getting hit on the knuckles for writing with my left hand. I started to stutter until my GP, Dr Smith, went to the school and complained. I also remember the horrible left handed ink pens with the straight nib. They were harder to write with than the right handed version (probably another attemtp at conversion). I have mixed memories also - I spent much of school being terrified of getting into trouble and hearing the words from other kids "you're getting told on" even thought I'd done nothing wrong!
Miss or Mrs Press was the headmistress of the infants school and a very cold, proper old fashioned woman she was. I don't think I ever saw her smile.
Does anyone know what happened to Lynette Thompson? She used to live above the grocery store next to the fish and chip shop in Campsie (the taxi stand end). She went through CPS to Canterbury Girls High School leaving in 1969.
I can remember the canteen when Mrs Bull used to run it from memory and we could get a half round rolls with vegimite for 5cents or how about those wagon wheels, they really were a mouth full back then,, A kid called Chris Banbridge actually swore at a teacher it was big news I started when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon and the whole school watched,,,, And one of the teachers had an E type Jag parked there every day,,,, what about the milk every morning in bottles handed out for free!!!!!!
Remember Hopscotch in the playground, the Mother's Day stall where you could buy pot plants and other useless treasures for Mum. Some of the people in my class were Anne Bentley, Barbara Whitehouse (lives in Perth), Lynette Thompson, Susan Young (the CPS swimming star) and Susan Tuffy. Does anyone remember Steven Le Seuer? He was was always up to mischief at school and we thought he was a legend. Steven was caned more than any other boy at school. He was in Mr Wilson's 6th Class. He's now my brother in law and still has that streak of mischief. Kathleen Le Sueur, his older sister, also went to CPS.
I met Susan Young again in 2006 after not seeing her since 1969 at Canterbury Girls High School and knew her straight away. We are now good friends. Our memories of school are not always happy ones. Susan thought no-one liked her but we were all in awe of her because of her swimming and the fact she could come to school late with wet hair. I still catch up with Anne and Barbara every year or so.
I won't be there on Friday night but I hope everyone enjoys themselves. Hoping to get there on Saturday morning and with a little luck someone from my year will be there to catch up with. I've made my daughter (Meagan) honey & nut sandwiches, she thought I was crazy but she loved them....she's 22 married & pregnant now, how time flies....
From: Merle Passmore (Scouller).
In 1956 my best friend Margeurite & I were asked to wash up and clean up the teachers' staff room one Friday. This was considered a privilege! When we had finished, we looked at the floor and decided it needed a clean and felt we were expected to wash it as well. As there wasn't a floor cloth we used the tea towels to do it. When we reported to our teacher, she looked at the tea towels and said "these look like someone has cleaned the floor with them". It took great effort not to burst out laughing. The teacher (Mrs Oxley) then asked us to take the tea towels home and get our mothers to wash them! What a hide!. My mother was not impressed. She thought the teachers should wash their tea towels themselves. I might add, we did not have a washing machine at our house.
I don't remember the names of my teachers in Infants School.
My teachers in Primary School were:
3RD Class 1953: Mrs. Oxley,
4TH Class 1954: Mrs. McNally,
5TH Class 1955: Mrs. Hall and
6TH Class 1956: Mrs. Oxley (again).
Hi Anne Banfield. I went to Campsie Schood and then to Canterbury Girls High School from Infants 1st or 2nd class in 1958 through to 1967. I remember many of the girls you mentioned and apart from Mrs Vizzard in Grade 3 I had Mrs McNally right through to 5 Grade. Mrs Honan was the sewing teacher and Mr Wilson was our grade 6 teacher.
Rhonda, Anne says that she does not recall your name... assume this is your married name?
Message back if you want Anne's email address
Hi I attended Kindy in 1965 and year 1 1966 then left Campsie,
Same year as Gordon Simpson
Please change my email address: langdale.park@gmail.com
You must update your picture Steve ;)
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