I went to Trafalgar school up to age 11. It was only half a mile from home, on 3rd cross road, next to Pouparts jam factory. We all called it “poo farts” because, oddly enough, it really stunk!. Online, I found a reference to this as a Victorian jam factory in Twickenham. The facade was saved until 2008, but then it was knocked down for housing. It had outside toilets on playground, old type radiators, green and cream painted walls, a painted brick Victorian building. When the king died, we got the day off. Us kids went to the school playground to play and I got pushed off the slide and got a scar on my head. It reminds me of the king every time I see it. I usually tell people I fell out of my pram, but that wasn't true. We got every Trafalgar day off because of the name of the school. We all got free milk at school, a third of a pint with a cardboard top that always exploded when you opened it. I'd go home always smelling of sour milk. Mrs Clements said “you’ve done it again.” Got no school dinner, I brought it from home-bread and marmite and apple, bread and jam, more or less same things every day. Maybe a banana or orange if you were lucky. There were mixed sex classes and ages stayed together in classes. I went to school with Teddy Hurd. (His dad had died but he had two older brothers who drove trolley buses), and Tich Clark was a teacher who kicked Teddy up the aisle. Couldn’t do anything about it then. There was a sweet shoppe opposite the school, run from the front room of a nice man’s house. Asian traders would sit outside school with just a suitcase trying to flog stuff and the teachers or cops would run them off. History and geography class consisted of the “pink map”. We learned about the British empire, Queen Victoria, and singing times tables in maths class. I went to St James’ RC school at age 11. I walked two miles to get there. The year I was to start, Sunday September 3rd, the war started. The playground was on the roof of the school. It was right behind a cop shop in Twickenham town centre and near Twickenham railway station and Regal cinema. No milk after age 11. Two rooms downstairs were reinforced to withstand any bomb damage, but there was no where for underground shelters. The whole school was topsy turvy with the war. I attended until I was 14, that was school leaving age then. School was very religion oriented, well it would be, being Roman Catholic. I walked from school to 5th cross road and Fortescue to a private boarding school for boys to attend wood work class once a week. I was very keen. I wanted to be a carpenter as I liked it and was told I was good at it. I made a shoe box, a tray and a wooden choo choo train. I had physical training class on top of building. Calisthenics, running in place, that sort of stuff.