by Roy Pardey - now living in British Columbia,
Submitted by email, 6th November 2002.
When Adolf Hitler decided in 1944 that he was
going to finish off the London area, at least, with doodlebugs
and/or rockets, my parents decided after a couple of months that I
should be evacuated.
With many other children from this area, I was
sent through the governments scheme from Tiffin Boys School in
Kingston-On-Thames to a somewhat safer area - Birmingham. Our group
of evacuees finished up at Billesley where my cousin and my friend
were billeted with a gas department meter reader and his family.
That was in late July and, in September my friend and I were
allotted to King's Norton Grammar School (as it then was).
With much fear and trembling, never having been
away from home, we nervously entered the School at the beginning of
the Autumn term. We needn't have worried. We were treated with great
friendliness and soon settled down to life in strange surroundings.
After a few weeks, I was picked for the School's football team and
spent several happy afternoons traveling around the Birmingham area
visiting other grammar schools in the area.
Having passed the School Certificate examination
in June,1944, I was placed in the 6th Form where I was treated with
great kindness by the teachers and my classmates. Unfortunately, I
can only remember the first name of one teacher, "Ned"____
who taught French. Thank you, King's Norton, for a very happy
experience at a school far from home.