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Elwood Central in the Early 1960s was a Good School.

Posted by Anon on Sunday, January 14, 2018, In : 1960s

In 1961 and 1962, I attended Form 1 and 2 at this school because the new high school down the road did not have room for the lower levels of secondary schooling. I recall Mr S, who had a tough time at the school. I had no problems with him. I recall the time when the blackboard was cleared of all material on it. I was in the room, but thought that the other students were just cleaning the board from a previous class. There was a lot of stuff on the board when I entered the room before the cla...

1960s School was enjoyable

Posted by on Wednesday, December 13, 2017, In : 1960s

My siblings and I caught a bus in Barkly Street (walking from home in Carlisle Street) that took us to both Elwood Central, and later Elwood High.

I remember school as being very structured-students listened to teachers and didn't argue- it seemed natural then. I also enjoyed the freedom to go out of the school grounds to buy lunch at the local shops! I looked forward to sports day, wearing the pale blue sport tunic of Elwood Central School. Mrs Faber was very popular for her gentle manner, an...

Minor Truamas and Sliced Bread

Posted by Sys Admin on Friday, March 25, 2016, In : 1960s

I stumbled across your website having seen a TV show about straps used as punishment in schools. I attended ECS in 1960/1 or 1961/2. Remembering (in my view) Mr. Hunter's brutality with his strap (he lovingly called it Dr. Black). I Goggled ECS/Hunter/strap and found your website. I remembered all the teachers mentioned by John Watson in his post of July 4 2015. I have many memories of people, incidents, events of my years there.

I cringe with remorseful embarrassment when I think of the ...

Happy Years at Elwood Central 1962 -1963

Posted by on Saturday, July 4, 2015, In : 1960s

I started at Elwood Central in 1962 in form one. My previous school was Eltham Primary School, which was then regarded as being in the country. It took me a while to adjust to the difference between city and county life. I was in forms 1A and 2A. My form teacher was Mrs Stent. There were between 40 and 50 children in our form, which was one of four for our year level. Only 16 pupils in our form had been born in Australia and during the year three or four new pupils came from overseas. They ha...

A Family Experience

Posted by JSW on Tuesday, June 19, 2012, In : 1960s

Hi to all former EHS students.

My association with Elwood High is a long one. Being one of four children who were brought up in Elwood we all went to EHS after first attending Elwood Primary School and then Elwood Central School. Even my Mother went to Elwood Central School when it was the only school in the area and well before EHS was established. I made many good friends at each of these schools; many of these are still friends and are living in the local area today. We went to school tog...

Snippets from the 1960s

Posted by on Friday, May 4, 2012, In : 1960s

A few unconnected snippets come to mind about my time at Elwood Central in the 1960s. I recall the great big tree in the front courtyard facing Scott St. I and three other girls, had lunch there on my first day at the school. All of us were new to the school on the day. The tree was magnificent. It provided shade on hot days and shelter on wet days. I recall walking along the first floor verandah and peering into its canopy hoping to spot birds and nests. Apart from the courtyard, the school-...
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One German Migrant’s Perspective of Entering Form 2 in the 1960s

Posted by IM on Saturday, April 28, 2012, In : 1960s

Oh dear, I felt shy, timid, with minimal English skills (but pretty good 

for a year after immigrating from Germany as a ten pound tourist), and 

what an intimidating old school building it seemed to me. I had never 

heard of Charles Dickens then, but that's what it felt like in 

retrospect! My memories are sketchy, hidden by some blockage, probably a 

sense of not really belonging or coping well. The recurring memory is 

concrete, with lines drawn or painted, for playing "wog ball". I was 

a...