Reflections of the Daughters of the First Headmaster (part 2)
Excerpt from Spring 2014 issue of The Link:
I started in Grade 4 in 1972, the first year the School opened. I remember my pride in being able to help paint the original girl’s bathroom in the old schoolhouse in August of that year. I was there until 1976 and skipped Grade 7. I hope that wasn’t because they wanted to get rid of me sooner!
What was it like having dad as Headmaster? Well, I remember being proud because there was a pile of stuff he had to do, and he loved it and did it all well. I also giggled at the fact that he would be at his desk one minute, and then driving the bus the next, or helping my grandmother teach music. My father had a beautiful voice and his voice was very strong, which was great in choirs and a bit creepy when you were in trouble. Mostly he was a very positive participant who added enthusiasm to just about everything the School did.