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Girls On Parade

As a youngster I attended St. Mark’s School and Church from 1945 to1951, and was a member of the Church Girls Brigade. I was only seven or eight years old and I was given a bugle and told to practise so I could be in the band. What joy! I ran home and told my dad I had to practise every night. I don’t remember his precise words but I have the feeling he was not as enthusiastic as I was. I don’t think I ever mastered the bugle but I do remember being stuck in the middle and blowing as hard as I could when we went on parade.

The Whit Walks were the highlight of the year and we all felt so proud walking, with all the family walking alongside shouting encouragement, then mum would run into the procession and give us an ice cream.

One year I walked with my friend and we had to hold a basket of flowers between us. I tugged it my way then she tugged it her way and by the time we got to Albert Square there were no flowers left in the basket. Boy, did we get into trouble!
Happy Days
Beryl Marsland.