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Carmel Pickering wrote: I was born in 1953 at Ivy Lane, Moreton. When I was 12 I used to work of a weekend at New Brighton on the Wirral in a cafe and it was a really busy town. Masses of people used to flock there at the weekend and we had such brilliant weather.
I had to duck under the counter of the cafe if any nuns came past, as I was at school in the Maris Stella Convent just around the corner, and we weren't allowed to be at the fairground. This was considered very unladylike.......never mind work in a café.
The school has gone now, and I'm sure it was down to the headmistress saying that if the system of 11 plus ever stopped she wouldn't teach the riff raff !! That destroyed my idea of what nuns were like, but she obviously did.
I was a day pupil at the convent, and I found it very oppressive, very sort of old worldly, it was always quiet. We weren't allowed to run or shout, and had to wear plimsolls inside the school
and walk against the wall on the left.
The nuns were like tyrants and we didn't dare to question them. The most scary thing used to happen during assembly where if you dared to speak during prayers the headmistress would come down from the stage and walk along one line until she came to the pupil she had seen talking and slap them across the face.
It really destroyed my idea of nuns.
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