The name Kingsbury Hill House surfaced in my mind the other night after 60 years. I went to school there in 1952-3, when my father was an officer at a nearby American hospital base. It was exotic for an American girl to be dressed in blue tunics and neckties, calling math "maths" and trucks "lorries." I remember the two spinsters who ran the school as stern but kindly. I remember two of my classmates quite fondly, although can't quite manage to get hold of their names. (One was a daughter of the potters in Ramsbury. I still have a piece or two of their pottery.) If anyone reading this was at the school at the time, it would be lovely to exchange greetings and augment our aging memories. I can be found in Pasadena, California. |