Tracer wrote:A few personal snippets:
I know people now who had tutors throughout their childhood and then went to public school - it wasn't unusual in certain circles. And one never went to school at all. I have never thought to ask him if he went to University, but suspect he went straight on to manage the family estate. Girls of course had a far lesser education and ironically working and middle classes often did better than upper class girls whose education depended on the education of their governesses - who were usually upper-class governess-educated girls who were unmarried or widowed.
Letters saved from working-class lads long ago show beautiful handwriting and extremely sound literacy skills. Skills might have been learned by rote and beaten into them on occasion but those skills were sound.
School leaving age was a little flexible even in my time. It was quite usual for someone with an apprenticeship to go to, to leave at 14. My brother joined the RAF as a Boy Entrant at 15.
A lot of places - notably the Civil Service - had entrance exams no matter what other qualifications were held.
I live in a remote village with a public school, with state schools in and out of special measures in the 2 nearby towns and I think that I ought to make it clear that, especially nowadays but always to an extent in the past, that people didn't fall easily into public school education / state school education black and white categories.
I went to an academic single sex grammar school after passing the eleven plus exam and had an extremely rigorous education, as did my brother(who got to study in the original Elizabethan building whilst I was in the new build half a mile up the road because god forbid that girls and boys should meet.)
My sister-in-law boarded at a famous girl's school and also had a very good education, although her domestic science classes consisted of learning skills such as how to block a bowler hat, a technique which she has never used since. She was able to attend because of the assisted places scheme: her family did not have the money to pay the fees otherwise.
My father went to a grammar school. He was allowed to stay on for his A levels but then had to leave and get a job.
My mother went to the local secondary school, missed a term's schooling because she didn't have shoes to wear, was put by my feckless grandmother into the local fee paying college (naturally she didn't pay any fees) so my mother left the second she was fifteen and went to work as a secretary for a wholesale grocer, attending night school three nights a week for qualifications, eventually ending up as a fully qualified teacher for LAMDA (London Academy for Music and Dramatic Arts).
My children went to the local state school, which was like the curate's egg, good in parts. There were some very good teachers and some dire ones. The school wasn't able to offer the A levels either of my girls wanted, so they transferred to the public school for the Sixth Form whilst my son chose to stay at the State School for his.
This movement between schools was very common. There were several groups of children at the Public School, which I ought to add was a Boarding School:
International students sent for an English education.
Children whose parents worked abroad and who felt their offspring would benefit from boarding in England (stability or lack of suitable schooling where they were living)
Local children (as day pupils) whose parents believed they would get a better education, be in with the right sort of people, and had a general belief in the superiority of private education. They were often privately educated themselves and wanted their children to have the advantages they perceived themselves as having.
Local children whose parents thought they were special snowflakes and wouldn't survive state school (a surprisingly large number)
Children whose friends were going and who wished to stay with them. These families often had another child at state school for exactly the same reasons.
Children who were perceived by their parents to be getting into the wrong company and were moved from a state school to the public school to get them into different friendship groups. This movement went both ways. Children who didn't like the public school moved back into the state system.
Children who were not native English speakers, whose parents had moved to the area from abroad (often doctors' children or Sellafield high ups) as the public school's small classes were thought better able to deal with their individual needs.
All my great aunts and uncles, born around the turn of the twentieth century had lovely handwriting and perfectly good literacy skills, too, from their elementary education. It was considered important, then.
Given the number of sets of fish knives you see in second hand sales even if, once upon a time, some people did or were at least expected to know what to do with then and where to place them , it is a long-lost skill and expectation
It's not that long lost! I haven't used a fish knife in years - probably because the fashion has changed from lots of courses to three when eating out, the fish course being one that has disappeared - but I certainly had to use one when eating out as a youngster in such auspicious circumstances as the Venture Scout Annual Christmas Dinner.
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