Traf memories: some more

One of the wardens in the boarding school was English from Bury where my dad was born. I never visited there until after he died.

There was a large dinner gong in the hallway outside the dining room. Who got to ring it? I am sure it was not the students.

At one time there were 2 cooks in the kitchen. Both made chocolate chip cookies. Of course one made much better cookies than the other and cookie experts could always tell who had been baking that week.

We had regular fire drills in the boarding school. There was an old type of fire escape that had to be lowered to the ground. One of the larger boarders was assigned to go down first to do just that. It was never me.

Boarders trunks were put in storage in the basement. It was a sign of school ending and summer coming that we were allowed to go down there to retrieve them.