It is so pleasant to note that my opinions of my old school are shared by others, and not just me looking at my past through rose-colored spectacles. I was privileged to attend Mayfield school after failing the dreaded eleven plus examination. Like many other children in the post war years the stigma of not being a ‘grammar school boy’ was huge and tended to reduce ones own expectations in particular, and those of society in general, of an individual emanating from a Secondary Modern education. Mayfield and its teaching staff prepared me for the career that I aspired to and still enjoy.
I particularly remember, with much affection, Messrs McGuire and Ivey for their patience and understanding in the teaching of mathematics, Mr. Cutting for opening up to me the wonders of science, Mr. Hussein for imparting the delights of the English language and Mr. Frankland for making a man of me through the joys of playing football during very cold and wet mornings. There were of course many others all equally deserving of my thanks. The whole school being under the supervision of Mr. Hicks a dedicated and superb head master. For my part I will always be indebted to them for imparting their many gifts which enabled this secondary school boy to go on to become a B.Sc. in engineering and later obtain my PhD. On looking at the photographs of the school as it is today, I noticed with some disquiet that the Quadrangle is in use for school activities. I remember it being totally out-of-bounds to all boys and crossing it was punishable by ‘six of the best’ from the head, which was administered after the mandatory wait outside his office for all the school to see. Such happy years.