b'pencil, then came the big day of getting pen and ink.Anderson from the other end. He was very strict, but It was a wooden pen with a metal nib clipped on thevery faira very clever man. When Mother went to tell end that was dipped into an inkwell. Flo remembershim that the family was moving, he said Mrs Clifford, getting a new writing book and having to put heryoure taking three of my best scholars.name on the front, and managing to make a blot onIf they didnt miss any time off school, the girls the new book. The nib would always sputter andwere given a dress-length by Sir Tatton Sykes, and if make a real mess. they missed only half a day they got a pinafore length. In the playground they played lots of skippingBoys got a suit length, or a shirt length if they missed games such as Old Roger is dead and laid in hishalf a days school. All 3 Clifford girls got their dress grave; catch gamesSheep, sheep, come home,lengthsFlo got purple, Dorothy blue and Greta red. the wolf has gone to Devonshire and wont be homeThis tradition was stopped by the First World War, as for 50 years with a shepherd at one end representingthe manufacturers were all making khaki cloth.safety, and a wolf as catcher in the middle. AnotherThe Reverend Peters gave scripture lessons on game was I wrote a letter to my love and on theFriday mornings at schoolthe children used to way I dropped it, with all the children in a circle. Asshrink from him because he always had a drop on the well as hopscotch they played with a shuttlecockend of his nose. The children had to curtsey to him and battledore, with a wooden wheelbarrow whichand his wife if they met them in the street. The Peters they used instead of a dolls pram, and with a metalhad a son killed in the war who heads the list on the hoop from Grandma Waterson at Skirpenbeck. Tip-itwar memorial.was a very complicated game, with a piece of woodFlos best friend was Freda Brown, until they fell balanced on a block that you had to knock up and hitout. Then she was friends with Hilda Flint who lived out of the circle, and if it was caught by another childat No. 20 with her brothers and sistersthere was they had to try and throw it back in. Flo remembersMarion, Guy, John, Betsy, Mary & Sim, who was playing in the lilac bushes to the side of the churchGretas special pal. Another friend was Gertie who steps, sliding down the bank, and the boys playing inlived at the Cross Keys. She asked Flo to come to tea the beck. one Sunday, which was a great treat, but when she The Headmaster was Mr Bramley, and his wifeasked her to go again, Mother said that she couldnt taught the Infants in a separate room. There wasas it wasnt quite nice to go to a pub! also a daughter, and a granddaughter who used toFred Wilson lived alone with his grandma in the mix with the school children. In the upper schoolend cottage, No. 25 and he was a very naughty boy. Miss Anderson took classes 1, 2 & 3 ( later it wasFlo remembers on one occasion seeing her chasing Miss Bilton, just out of training) and Mr Bramley tookhim round the front of the cottages and past the classes 4, 5, 6 & 7if you were lucky enough to staybacks waving a stickthey went round 3 times before on at school for year 7. Flo stayed at school till 1918,she finally got him.but had already left Bishop Wilton by then. Mr BramleyAt Callis Wold there was another family of girlstaught from one end of the big classroom, and MissDoris, Hilda & Elsieand their father was Tom Dale. When the weather was too bad for them to get home from school they would stay at West End Farm, and sometimes the Clifford girls would stay for the weekend at Callis Wold. Triffits were at the next farm, with a boy and some girls. Some of the sadder memories have stuck with Flo - atBeechwood, which is now called Flat Top, the Houfes young son was on the reaper when he fell off and the reaper went over him. He later died of lockjaw. Eric Johnson at Cot Nab fell off a load of corn and died. Fosters lived at No. 73 with the little spring in the garden; one washing day their young son had a little bucket and was trying to get water out of the trough when he fell in and was drowned before anyone missed him.Sometimes they were lucky enough to get a lift with Mr Jebson to Pocklington in his trap, otherwise you walked or took the carriers wagon. There were 3 carriersSticky Richmond, (who had a wooden leg and lived at No. 15), Mr Wales (who lived just Flo & Dorothy at West End Farm in 1908 past the Primitive Chapel, at No. 51 - his son was a 200 BULLETIN 12'