1951 David Ball
My memories of Mayfield are the windows of the boys classrooms, facing the girls playground, painted white so we could not see out; and the playing field that was out of bounds. I do have good memories of my class mates though, and would love to hear from anyone who can remember me. All the best from New Zealand.
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