Knitting on the wartime curriculum for pupils in Great Yarmouth
- Credit: Archant
The correspondence columns of a national newspaper recently included letters extolling the benefits of restoring needlework and knitting to school curriculums for both boys and girls.
One man recalled that as a nine-year-old wartime evacuee, he was taught to knit socks for sailors, and also to darn.
Thankfully, darning my holed socks did not enter my life until National Service but was abandoned immediately after demobilisation. But long before call-up, I had learned to knit, as had many wartime youngsters introduced to it to keep us occupied in the air-raid shelters when lessons in classrooms were interrupted by sirens wailing the alert.
My knitting experience was gained at the Alderman Swindell School on Beresford Road in Newtown where I was a pupil when my mother and I temporarily moved in with my grandma in Harley Road during my father’s absence at sea on wartime minesweeping duties.
Down in the shelters, we infants painstakingly knitted four-inch squares in whatever remnants of wool were available regardless of colour or ply. Then someone – our teachers, presumably – stitched them together to make “patchwork” blankets for refugees or bombed-out residents.
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If memory serves me a-right, during my time at the Alderman Swindell the problem was not with any closure plan but because of insufficient space caused by some classrooms being occupied by either ARP (Air Raid Precautions) or Civil Defence personnel.
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So an arrangement was devised, using spare capacity at another Newtown school - Great Yarmouth Grammar, its under-occupation caused by the evacuation of many staff and boys to Retford in Nottinghamshire, a location deemed safer than Yarmouth with its strategic port and naval base, likely enemy targets.
At the time I was only an infant and cannot recall details, but it necessitated a system whereby we attended on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays one week, then Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays the next.
What? School on Saturdays? I doubt if that would happen nowadays, regardless of circumstances.
When I visited the Swindell recently while preparing today’s column, business manager Sharon Watling kindly delved into the archives and produced wartime class registers, all written neatly in ink with nibbed pen, locating my name and confirming that I was enrolled there in October 1939 and departed for the Stradbroke Road School in Gorleston in March 1940.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, knitting. Another style of knitting to which youngsters were introduced in those long wartime years was French tatting, as we called it.
This involved nothing hi-tech, the requirements being an old cotton reel, four tacks or small nails, and a stylus or something similar - plus, of course, some wool, not necessarily new because any “pulled out” from a discarded garment was fine.
The tacks were knocked into one end of the cotton reel and the stylus was used to lift the wool over each tack in turn, forming stitches. The product, something like a dressing-gown cord, was pulled through the reel’s central hole and could grow as long as desired. Changing to different coloured wool every few inches made it more appealing.
Then it was rolled into a fancy circular mat, for example, and stitched secure, ready for a vase to stand on, perhaps. French tatting is probably Mission Impossible nowadays because wooden cotton reels have been replaced by plastic ones into which tacks cannot be hammered!
In wartime new toys and games were in very short supply, manufacturers having to concentrate on producing items required for the war effort or essential on the home front. Hence, we did French tatting, played with hand-me-down toys or did jigsaws with pieces missing.
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