This is the school I went to when I was eleven. The dormitory is the same as the one I first slept in when I started. I was terrified.
This school was opened by Warehouseman and Drapers for children having lost their fathers. My mother worked in Bentalls in Kingston and through that she applied for me to go there. I was the only girl to come from divorced parents. All the others only had a mother, most of them lost their fathers during the war.
I must say, while there, I hated it. But on reflection I have a soft spot for the place. I just hated being away from my mum.