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1911 local children of St.Philips on a School Outing outside a Bristol sweet shop in the Dings area. (road not known) Favorite sweets of the time were Handmade Edwardian aniseed rock, Multi-coloured fruit flavoured gobstoppers, Barley Sugar. There were no packaged sweets,ice-creams or crisps,and. children had very little money to buy things ...

Memories of Schooldays in Bristol during the First World War 1917—1922 by Jessie Sheppard

1917 started gloomily, mother and I went to the pictures on Mondays and Thursdays at the Old Gem, Merchant Street. On our way into town, down Alfred Hill, past the Infirmary, we used to wave to the soldiers on the balcony from the steps. New Zealand and Australian wounded soldiers though they might have been, they were very cheerful and often threw down sweets to children passing by.

Mother and I used to get some Wills Gold Flake cigarettes and throw these up to them. The nights were dark as the glass at the top of the street lights were painted dark brown. No shop lights. Going down the steps wasn’t too bad as the reflected light from the Infirmary lit them a little. On the other evenings, we stayed at home to read — Buffalo Bill, Sexton Blake and Tinker, Nelson Lee and Nipper and Nick Carter, Mother would read one chapter and I would read the next.

When it was my turn to read, mother knitted and I knitted whilst mother read. We made socks for the Red Cross. I was no good at sewing, writing or drawing, but took prizes for knitting. At this time I was staying in school for dinner, we had to eat it in the playground or the cloakroom in the winter, I sat on the hot water pipes to eat mine. Mother gave me a penny on Tuesdays — ?d for fish, ?d for chips and scrumpies for dinner. The rest of the week — ?d for fish or chips.

Often I would buy sweets instead and just eat the piece of bread and marge I was supposed to eat with dinner. There had been a drought during the summer of 1916, the water was turned off from 2 p.m. until 6 o’clock the next morning. I had to come home at lunch time to fill a bath with water for our use. At this time the Grammar School bell came in very handy as it rang at 1.40 p.m. and 8.45 a.m., this gave me the five minutes I needed to get to school.

By now I was reading Sherlock Holmes at school, the other books we read at night — mother said not to mention them at school as they weren’t the sort of books I should be reading. We used to change these with my friend’s father who got all his from the pub, buying two books a week ourselves. We had a card sometime in February from Dad saying he expected to be home on leave soon. Our postman, Mr Lloyd, used to call out wherever we were in the street if there was a letter or card for us.

In those days we had three posts a day and you could ask the postman or postlady if there were any letters and they would give them to you — not at all like today! The policeman were also wonderful; one of them, a young one, we used to wait for and lassoo him as he came round the corner of the street and we wouldn’t let him go until we had a sweet each. He would always warn us when a change meant an older man, who would not appreciate our jokes, would be on duty, and of course we made sure we never upset them.

At Christmas time we used to give them a bar of chocolate each. The young one brought a bag of sweets between us, to our sorrow he left us in the summer of 1917— he was called up.The pictures of Kitchener and his slogan ‘Your Country Needs You’ were beginning to fade. The battle of the Somme started and on the 1st April, whilst playing ball outside my door with the boy next door, we were surprised to see a little soldier whose kit was as large as himself, and with a huge moustache coming up the court. Bert said ‘It’s Mr Jones’ — I didn’t believe him but stepped inside the door and said to mother ‘I think it’s Dad’ — it was.

By the time mother and I had finished crying at seeing him, the kettle boiled and we had tea. Dad took out a long stick of real white bread, all the way from France. He also brought me another little doll, a white rosary and a red - white and blue rosary for mother; for her too a pink silk handkerchief sachet with a little cottage and the words ‘To my dear Wife’ printed on it, also a large handkerchief, which I still have, cotton with each corner having a General and different war scenes all over it.

Dad was home for seven days, I had a week from school as did most children when fathers came home on leave, with no loss of marks. Mother was very worried as several of our friends’ relatives who had been on leave had been reported missing or killed about a month after going back on duty. Dad went back and things settled down again. At school we were now collecting for the Red Cross — ?d per week and eggs for wounded soldiers at the Infirmary — ?d. Money collected for the Infirmary was used to buy eggs and taken down in a galvanised bath every Friday afternoon.

Occasionally some of us j

The aim for this project was to create a final piece with modular elements. I started by working with paper, looking at how I could make my own modules and how they could connect and combine together. On this sheet I have included photos sketchbook documenting my process of my work. I have looked at a postcard which had an image of an octopus like starfish as inspiration for the paper cut outs above; I also made smaller paper cut outs below for trial and error. The 3D pieces is where I have been looking at origami, I have folded individual paper triangles that interlock into a modular sculpture, also a origami flower made from fabric and paper using nature as a source of inspiration.

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