It is over half-a-century that I was in school but even now I recall a few faces of some of my teachers. Teachers like Mrs P M Van Dort – she was my class teacher in 1953. She had beautiful handwriting, just like pearls.
Then there was our music teacher – he was a German named Mr Ludwig. He would take pains to teach the students depending on their knack. Whilst some learnt the violin, others would go in for the trumpet or the drums. He also taught the group to sing in choir and they would go on stage on the annual day to render their stuff.
Another unforgettable pair of teachers were the Cowans - they taught in different classes, would arrive in school accompanied by their two sons and would disperse towards their respective classes. They would meet for lunch and, at the end of the day, would reassemble and go home. I have never them meet while classes were going on and there was hardly any change in their routine.
And then there was Mr Joshua – he was our boxing teacher and took our physical training classes as well. He had enviable biceps and triceps.
Mine was a Christian missionary school and it was great in studying in such a school that tried to develop the students in all aspects of life and living. (to be continued …)
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