Kent School Association

ok we lived in a sort of micro enviroment but i knew if i got in trouble my dad would be informed and he would be in trouble too
people knew that there would be conceqences for there actions
the embaresmement of being sent back to blighty, it happenend !!!
makes me think that perhaps if there was a way to make the sins of the child visit the father and mother
this country would not be in the disgusting state that it is in just now
responsibility is what we were taught at kent.
this country is goining to the dogs because no one takes responsability for anything

hi maureen political subject but i do agree with you, when this kids get picked up on the streets they should spend a minimum of 12 hrs behind bars along with a parent, if it became a recuring theme most weekend's the parent would soon put a stop to their kids getting in trouble because they would get fed up spending time behind bars

The Times they are a changin' (Bob Dylan)

Yes, we most certainly learned respect, disciplin and to carry responsibility. Those were the fundamental assests defined in 1963 and I'm happy to read they have been passed on throughout the years of Kent School.
Kent, started off Autumn 63, a mere group of about 150/180 scholars/teachers all with the aim to establish a NEW, better School. Queens Lower, Rheindahlen, was overcrowded at the time so that scholars were taken from there to found Kent School.
Generally all 1st. and 2nd. years from the east of Rheindahlen, eg. Krefeld, Wildenrath became Kenties. An enthusiastic bunch, energetic and willing to learn. Mr Lacklisson's (sports) "famous" words "You are the school you represent within and without." I wonder where he is at.
You must take the army situation into account Kent was Kent, not to be compared with other BFES Schools who already had their history. Windsor Boys' School Hamm, PRS, Queens, or public Schools as in UK.We had the opportunity to start fresh - a blank excercise book with many pages. As to the schools in UK (I visited Hipswell County Modern and Lytchett Minster 65 - 66) I can only remark that I was very fortunate and found excellent schools.
I'll try to avoid politics, but social "hot-spots" or problem areas are not only to be found in UK.Social environment and early motherhood seem to be issues.

Our Army upbringing seems to be the key - global nomads, happy to find "home" somewhen. And, most important, to have had the opportunity to stay at Kent School between 1963 and 1987.

Mr Lacklison is alive and well and still living within a stones throw of the school buildings. He has been an active participant in all three reunions, hosting a BBQ at the Loohurst ReU in '06 - have a look at the photos.

If I misbehaved, I got a shoeing because I knew my dad was going to get grief. I was taken home more than once in the back of a monkey landrover. Knock on the door, Cpl is this yours?..........smack! Lesson.... don't let the monkeys catch you.

Having just retired from the police, I hark on about the good old days when I could take an errant lad home, dad would give him a smack, no pocket money, grounded etc job done. Now they claim their civil rights and fight the bobby.

After Kent I had a hell of a time at a civvie grammar school, I was an outsider and they did not have the same sense of companionship that we had, if a new kid turned up on a monday by tuesday they were part of a clan.
In my exit interview from the police, I commented on the fact that what this country lacks is respect and discipline. We were taught that, and I am probably right in thinking most of us still live by it.
We all pratted about, but we knew the consequences and lived with it...... what a grounding Kent and other places like it gave us........ honours in the university of life!

Hi Julie, thanks for your info concerning Mr. Lacklison - will give him a ring which will more than surprise him. To Keir, out here the kids are no diffent - I've got my rights - they have but obligations too, but that they prefer to forget.

keir, you made me laugh out loud,
:dont let the monkeys catch you:
I can remember being told
"this is for being caught"

Ohhhhh, yes, the thrashings we received from my dad, if ever we did anything wrong that would affect his career. When we lived in Scotland (after Kent), I remember being given the leather strap across my hands for talking in class, by my English teacher (Mr. Fyfe "Chalkey")...I told to him at the time that I would tell my dad when I got home and that my dad would come to the school and speak to the hadmaster (known as the Rector, in Scotland), about me being punished in such a harsh way, for a seemingly trivial offence. Anyway, when I got home and explained to my dad what happened...I received no sympathy and further punishment from him !!! The record amount of strappings I had, in Scotland, in one day, was 38 (19 on each hand)...for fighting (or should I say trying to survive in a civilian school). They bloody well hurt, too, and by the end of it my hands were purple, and burning. I remember, our music teacher, Mr. Hurd, carried what was known as a "blood cloth", which he used to place over the wrist joint to stop the strap making contact with the actual arm. Our geography teacher (can't remember his name only that his nickname was "Moses"), used to carry a short length of bamboo stick around with him, and if you misbehaved in his class, he'd sneak up behind you and give you a light crack across the crown of your head; Mr. Murray (the games teacher), used to admisnister his form of punishment in the form of a table-tennis bat across the backside, and then make you do god knows how many star jumps before he was satisfied. That hapened to me twice. Not only was it painful, but also humiliating, in front of the rest of the class !!! Those were terrifying days...but you know what, I wouldn't have changed them for anything, because they taught me to respect, and consider not only my parents but others !!! Power to corporal punishment !!!

Ohhh memories of the strap in Scotland, after years of therapy I am still recalling the moment I had it! We used to finish early on Tuesdays and the school decided to revert to normal hours. Whole school (Kilrymont Road, St Andrews) was in uproar and we all went on strike on the fields. One by one we were given the strap - I remember it well!
My brother got brought home by the MP's in Wildenraft, got caught in some club on the camp with bottles of beer on the table and he was only 16. Dad was not happy as he had to go in front of his boss the next day.

I dont think the strap really helps, i got it a couple of times just for blethering and now way did i tell my parents. im not sure i would be happy with anyone hitting my children but it's different days
Ive been summoned to the school a few times and have done my bit to be a good parent but had i chosen to ignore requests to attend meetings well waddaya gonna do
my point was that the consequences of our actions directly affected on our parents
circumstances.
I think tony has hit the nail on the head
all be it a bit extreme,incarserating the parents for twelve hours would be a bit difficult to enforce human rights and all that . but having to retrieve there offspring from some kind of holding pen every weakend or every night in some cases would at the very least bring these children to the attention of social services .
anyway
march already daffodills and council tax bills

maureen just reading your last thread and the words you are using i take it you live in scotland, i am obiviously an army brat otherwise i would'nt have gone to kent, my father was irish my mother english, i was born in germany, now live in EK scotland but consider myself brit/english, my wife is scottish, one of my boys was born in germany one in england, by the way my dad did get into trouble on more than one occasion because of his kids.

och aye the noo
hi tony. yes am a jock
my dad was in the air force and stationed at bruggen both parents scottish so when my dad came out the raf they wanted too settle on the west coast
I live in ardrossan with my husband 4 weans and 2 collie dugs
yes ardrossan the wee toon voted the worst in scotland. well as ma granny always said if you believe aw ye read then ye'll eat aw ya see.
I'm not exactly sure what that means
the town is neglected and tatty but the people are warm and funny the beach is clean and safe and the sunsets well as good as any you will ever see ,
was at kent 71-73 ish

hi maureen, thanks for the reply, i live in EK susposed to be a bright new town, got it's good points and bad one's but on the whole much better than when we lived in england, hemel hempstead

What's wrong with Ardrossan?, when I was a wean, being dragged up in Dumbarton we used to have a summer holiday day trip 'doon the river' to Ardrossan or Largs.... The strap ..Ouch... we had the srap in primary school for every spelling test or times table mistakes. After kent I did a short spell back home at Dumbarton Acadamy between postings, they had a system where you were sent out of class, a senior teacher did a patrol, and asked you how many lashes you should have. He would give them to you, make a note of it then check with the teacher who trew you out, how much you hould have had. If you asked for less than you deserved, then you got what you had escaped TWICE. It was brutal but when I think of some of the kent punishments it was at least consistent. Looking at the thread, it seems that we all had problems to face when we left the closed community and went back to normal 'civvie' life. My last two years at civvie grammar school were sheer hell.

What Kent punishments? If I had actually received the punishment to fit the crime then I think they may well have brought back the death penalty! Kent School was a kindergarten compared to the boarding school I went to before that (military boys school in Highlands) - and when I left Kent I lasted no more than a couple of months at a day school due to the contraints placed on you. I was threatened with the belt at my last school and I said that if that belt came out of his jacket then it would be him getting it and not me! Those who know me will know the truth in this - I hate bullies with a passion. I joined the Army soon after!!

I cant remember being punished at kent school,
but i do remember miss maybury calling my dad at work to tell him i was not in her class when i should have been.
the point im making is that in the forces parental responsibality is enforced civvi kids not so much .
could somone start an interersting topic
for discsion please

Does anyone remember those large biscuit-type things we got, I think with semolina and jam, or custard ? They were like giant Farley's Rusks !!! We used to sit in that pit affair that was in the dining hall, and I think the teachers sat on the stage with their meals at their table, keeping a beady eye on us below (St. Trinians stuff, or what). We used to deliberately turn up late for dinner, so that we (most of the time) got seconds, or larger portions (remember, Keir ???). It was timed just right, so that when we'd finished eating, the bell had rung for lessons to start, and usually we were either just on time, or late !!! Aaahhh, those were the days. School apple crumble and custard was tasty, too (that'll stay with me for life...I don't know whether that's a good thing or not).

puddiing !!!!!! from bar to street to bookie pudding ?
the 6th formers sat around the pit shouting take your blazer off have you no shame
and do you u remember YOU ARE AN AMBASSADOR FOR YOUR COUNTRY

YOU ARE AN AMBASSADOR FOR YOUR COUNTRY

Remember it well - and lived by it ever since! My son and his girl friend just went to Prague and I said the same to them - it didn't really go down well although they accepted it in the Kentie Spriit it was given.