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Hi All Members...actually 261 of you that lie dormant somewhere without a keyboard or a Smartphone!! My last post dated the 28th May this year,"Get in touch,"is as i expected, unanswered.This has been,and is,a great site which the nTZ administrator David Marsh has put a great deal of effort into over the past 9-10 years.Shame on you Members that don't want to bring it alive again by sitting in your "Ivory Towers" somewhere in the World.It's very Sad.
Thanks David for still supporting the site.Every time i look it there are always 5-8 "guests" who are not Members, i assume,checking it out.Thanks guys. Very best...Simon.
It is amazing that we all have this excellent nTZ website to look at with great opportunities for dialogue with other Members, but very little seems to happen!It is a great shame! The Members list is really full and impressive but such little activity.Many have not been active for 7 years plus.Anyway,not to go on...but if any of you remember me in Tanga between 1953-1961 and Dar-es Salaam between 1963-1965.Also at The Southern Highlands School, (Sao-Hill) between 1957-1960 it would be good to hear from you.I presently live in Gibraltar and Spain and still work at a Race Circuit teaching people to be better drivers or Race-drivers after years of Racing myself.Now retired!!
Some of my memories: Anne and Michael Smithyman Mbeya School 1955-1961 Mbeya School for 5 years. Things I remember: Mr Waddington was the headmaster when I went there in form 2 in 1955 as a day scholar. My teachers were Miss Swift and Miss Steere. In 1956 my teacher was Miss Thompson (3a) and Mr. Francis became headmaster. In 1957 I was in 4a with Mr McCleery; in 1958 I was in 5a.
In my first year at Mbeya, I was a day scholar as my father was the British Government D.C. in Mbeya. Then we were transferred to Zanzibar and I had to fly to Mbeya with my brother, Michael. I think that the terms were very long then. After a week, I announced to my brother that I had had enough of this and would go home now! He broke the terrible news to me that I had another 5-6 weeks at boarding school.
There were various games in fashion each term - like jacks or pick-up-sticks or skipping. We loved playing with Dinky cars creating long roads in the dirt dongas. We played hospitals, lying on the steps behind the assembly hall. We used to learn dancing in the hall; I remember the Scottish dancing and dancing the polka. We had old fashioned roller skates and used to have a track next to the gym and fly round and round for hours.
We used to have the job of raising the union jack on the flagpole at assembly. First it had to be folded correctly, with a loop in it so it would break out when it reached the top. You had to be careful that you did not get it upside down.
For the annual fancy dress event you had to line up and present yourself with a partner, curtsey or bow to the headmaster and his wife. This was in the assembly area in front of the hall. Once my brother went as a Viking warrior and I was a Spanish dancer. I was very envious of my brother's outfit.
Next to the hall there was an anti room which had cabinets with shallow drawers and a magnificent butterfly collection. Scientifically arranged. Behind the hall was a music room where I learnt to play the recorder. If you were in the choir you wore a white surplice over a dark skirt.
In the River Garden there was a fast flowing stream and water was taken away from it for irrigation in concrete lined furrows. On the other side to the right was a huge baobab tree - you could climb this to a certain level, round and round. Many of us would be in it at once. Once we went on an outing to visit an Indian girl's school. I had never really met Indians and this left a big impression on me. When the Mau Mau rebellion was on, we were sent home a week early and the school was used as a 'refugee' camp for families from Kenya. I seem to remember that we had lights mounted on dormitories at night in preparation for a possible attack? Certainly there were guards around the dormitories.
In the girls toilet block at the end of the senior classrooms, we shimmied up the walls and climbed into the roof space. We then climbed along under the roof through all the classrooms. We made a small hole in the board so we could peer down into the classrooms. We had to move along on the wooden struts so as not to fall through the light board. We travelled right along to the area behind the stage in the hall. The classrooms were in a "U" shape behind the assembly hall. Facing the hall, the junior classrooms were to the right and the senior ones to the left. The headmaster's office was across the road on the way to the River Garden.
I was a Brownie and then became a Girl Guide. These groups were taken very seriously. There were all sorts of tasks we had to complete, gaining badges: how to follow a trail; how to build a fire; various knots to tie. Once we went on overnight camp into an area near the teachers' accommodation. While the Catholic girls were at church on the Sunday some of us raided the orchard and ate the fruit. We were in terrible trouble when we were found out.
In my last year they built a rifle range in the River Garden and a wall to hold the targets. We would lie down across the river and shoot at the targets on the near side of the river. You had to cross the bridge to get your target to see how you had done. The whole senior class climbed the mountain 'Mbeya Peak', behind the school. It took the whole day and was a fiasco. Some kids were meant to carry the water and the fruit / lunch. We got to the top, had a wonderful view of the school below us, and then found that all the water and fruit had been eaten by the hungry carriers. We were parched with thirst. There was a free for all dash back down the mountain. Out of control we were desperate for water. Some kids asked Africans for water. I remember dashing back into Burton dormitories bathroom and drinking gallons.
In the bathroom there were 4 baths in a line and for bath time you lined up naked with your towel to await your turn for a bath. I remember lining up for inoculations outside the sanatorium and being terrified as the word was passed back along the line that the needle was blunt and that it had broken in one of the kid's arms. I seemed to spend quite a bit of time in the sanatorium with bronchitis and used to play with cards, building tall constructions.
Girls would be punished with the wet tacky. I remember the whole dormitory lining up for this once.
In my final year, 1959, we were told we had to do the new exam, the 11+ and we all lined up in front of the refectory to do the exam. I was then told that I did not need to do this as I was going to school in South Africa.
You could have a boyfriend and this was organised by empowering a go-between to approach him and ask him if he was interesting in being your boy-friend. That was as far as it went! We loved playing in the fir trees beyond the playing fields. Inside the forest there were tunnels that looked full of snakes and spiders. We believed that the Germans had made them and did not go into them. Did anyone? We had a special route climbing from fir tree to fir tree, often at quite a height, and we felt this to be very daring.
There were two dogs at Mbeya School, one called 'Poppy' and another daschund called 'Whisky'; we loved them. We had chameleons and believed that if you put them on your red jumper that they would pop in the effort to change their colour to red! Then the little African boys brought us baby pigeons and sold them to us, saying that they would kill them otherwise. The pigeons always died anyway. The teachers found out and stopped the purchasing of baby birds.
I was friends with Sandra Blain, Janet Rutter, Christine Mountain and my younger cousin, Diana Wren. My brother, Michael Smithyman is two years older than me. He was in Stanley house and a very good sportsman. He went to Lushoto School for at least a year after leaving Mbeya School.
It's amazing what you can remember when you start to think about those days! I think that we were lucky to be there, we had wonderful school grounds, good, if stern teachers and a solid education. There never was a sense that girls were any less than the boys. We were in the same classrooms, did serious sports, learnt to shoot, tie knots, make fires. I give thanks for all those experiences.
I have various old Mbeya school magazine from 1956 and 1957 and small personal photographs. At first they had only 2 terms in the year, later 3 and produced a school magazine either 2 or 3 per year.
I absolutely remember a "Veronica" in the days I was there. Definitely one of the cool girls. The name has stuck as that was the only "Veronica" I have ever encountered though the boys liked it as a name. Because of the Veronica & Archie comics it was more common in the US.
As you mentioned you were grateful how someone above got back? Maybe join most here and (if you have email) put an email icon on your posts? The board has a way of hiding the address if you prefer, while still letting emails through. :-)
Other girls names I most remember: Betty Lawrence and Jane Kingdon.
I remember the field hockey for sure, great game, I played it at the next school too (Gordonstoun UK), but... teams?!! That draws a blank. In the early 50s any teams were impromptu just for single games. I remember cricket too (yawn!!). Several images above hint at the considerable size of the playgrounds and in those fir forests we played super-scary night games every year. Plus the girls and boys both would swing around for hours in the unusual trees (lots of tall skinny stems, leaves only very high up) between the main hall (built in my day) and headmaster's house. More tree climbing on a huge tree down at the riverside. And not exactly sanctioned as a sport was scooping out "caves" in the furthest firs parallel to the highway.
Sorry we did not overlap but that was a nice thought you had. Those look like the khaki uniforms we all wore. The aerial image is from the west, it shows the landscape drier (it was very lush in the 1950s) though not as bone dry as Google Earth shows it now. In the foreground are the sick bay (right) and senior boys dormitory (left) where I slept for 3-4 years.
Thanks for posting. In my time prior to you all 150 boys and 150 girls wore simply khaki (short pants, short skirts), with a red sweater for the few times it was cold. Those colors go together well and I have since always liked khaki which was THE color for out in the bush.
This is to quickly say that my father was the DD and then Director of the Geological Survey in Dodoma, and so I (Peter) and two sisters (Luise and Pamela) and brother (Julian) were successively at Mbeya School over more than a decade.
I recognise many names on this forum and the GTZ site, and I'd like to add some in future posts, plus more on buildings and things that went on.
If I can be of help I've no problem with my email (peterquennell AT modeltwogrowth.com) being public. I was with UN development in my working life, and live now in New York.
I've managed to get back on here - I wasn't able to before, so I sent you a message via LinkedIn. I've also found the panto picture and will post it on here later on in the week when I get some time. Was that Mrs Nettelbeck in the picture - I remember her as having short hair - not the glasses though?