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P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 Primary 7 Primary 7 have a very busy few months ahead
March 1st Rotary Quiz at Charleston Academy
March 15th ‘Spring Fling’ Talent Show/ Stars in Your Eyes Show for P1-P3 and P4-P7 afternoon admission 50p for children £1 for adults
March 19th Visit to Clava Cairns
This year instead of the usual visit to Tomintoul it was decided to give P7 activities that many children will not have experienced. So the following activities have been arranged:-
Wednesday 9th May -Trip to Loch Morlich for ½ a day of canoeing and ½ a day activities with a ranger from the Forestry Commission.
Thursday 10th May - Stan and Marcus from Edinburgh Samba School to work with the class for a full day and put on a short performance to the school.
Friday 11th May – Full day trip to Landmark in Carr bridge
The cost for
these 3 activities will be approx £50
which includes all travel. We are hoping to raise money from the
‘Spring Fling’ and a ‘Wear What You Like Day’ which will reduce the
cost. Blitz over London
Dear Diary Today is my birthday, it is the 30th April 1940 and I am now 12 years old. It is positively marvellous. The one disappointment is that all of my friends have been evacuated to the country, but I am stuck here in London all this time in the same boring house, 12 Colten Lane with my parents.
I had been sitting by the fire with my mother who was teaching me how to make a long dress out of two small ones, and we had been talking about the war. “How do you think father is?” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I didn’t get a reply because suddenly there was a loud squealing sound like a pig in deep pain. It was an air raid again. This was the third night in a row. My mum grabbed me harshly by the upper arm and wrenched me off my chair. We were through the door and out into the cool crisp night air before I could say “Wait!” I remember the soaking grass seeping into my shoes on that run. My mum had insisted on us going underground tonight, she said it was MUCH safer. By the time we reached the station my feet were drenched and I had a searing pain as if a knife was stabbing me over and over.
After a few hours we were told it was safe. Cautiously we climbed the stairs dreading the sight that lay ahead as we reached the open. I heard my mother gasp. I knew what had happened. I caught my Mum just as I burst into tears. Questions were flooding my mind. The most important was “Where would we live?”
Michaela Kent P7
Dear Diary It is 12th January 1941 and I was sitting on the rung in my house at 72 Ballimore Road, London. My mum and I were listening to the radio while dad was reading his paper. I was feeling bored because all my friends have been evacuated to the country. Suddenly sirens started ringing out in my ear. My mum and dad jumped out of their seats grabbed me and ran out of the door as quick as a flash. We ran to the back of the garden where our Anderson Shelter is. I was petrified to death. We all got in and sat down. It was freezing in there, so dad gave me an old scruffy blanket from under the seat. I heard bombs and explosions. I was scared stiff. Finally the bombs stopped and the all clear siren went off. We slowly walked out into the sunshine. Luckily our house was still in one piece, but others hadn’t been so lucky. We were so glad that we still had a place to live. We went back inside and sat down together. Although we were a bit shaky at least we were still alive.
Leighanne Chisholm
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