A two classroom school - one redundant at this point in time and ours, the second catering for pupils (as we were referred to in those days... not students as seems to be the more commonly used term today) aged 4-12 years. By Therese (Murphy) Moran
Read MoreOn arriving at the school there was a great welcome for me, and I was introduced to all the children. The teacher directed me to my own desk. I then told her I learned a poem about her, she was so pleased and said, stand up then a tell the class.
Read MoreThe room was bright with high windows and the walls were a cheery primrose colour with green trim. Toward the front of the room stood the teachers desk and chair, a little stand with a basin of water and soap, a large blackboard mounted on an easel stood in the corner.
Read MoreIt all started for me back in the early sixties. In those days, everybody walked to school. We lived in Ballinagran, about a distance of one mile from Prizon school, so from four and a half years of age a daily round trip of two miles had to be undertaken. ..
Read MoreWe would sit two to a desk with dry inkwells and pencils that had seen better days, and well used rubbers!! When ‘Sos’ was called we rushed outside to take up whatever game or intentions we had the previous day.
Read MoreIf I had to live my childhood over again, I wouldn’t want to change a single bit of it, they really were very happy times.
Read MoreMayo always holds a special place in my heart, it has a special quality about it, its beauty and generosity overwhelms me. For the future it would be nice if Prizon School were to become a focal point for the people around the area, and then past pupils could visit and enjoy on their return to this special place.
Read MoreA new dawn and a new beginning for a five-year-old boy. The excitement of the day is still with him. Rising in the cool air of a September morning. The sun slanting through the small windows of the cottage casting lines and shadows across the flagged floor.
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