My dad became a teacher. After a few years teaching in the UK he decided he wanted to teach in Africa. When I was 18 months old my parents moved to Uganda after a few years in South Uganda, He became head of a school in North Uganda with approx 100 boys at the school
He developed the school, organised the finance of building new buildings, the largest being the library as it was important to him that every one could read. By the time he left the school there were over 500 boys at the school - oh he also had a hand in developing the local golf club too
As far as I understand, it is still a thriving well thought of school with girls now also attending. The golf club is a popular venue too
He then came back to England to do more degrees and went back out to Africa, Central Africa this time, to become an inspector of education. He visited all the schools in Central Africa, making sure and sometimes rewriting o levels and a levels so that they were of the same standard as uk o and a levels, but relevant to their world, not the British world.
One example he changed was the science paper asking the kids to dissect a chameleon - which was considered at the time, full of evil spirits by the community. He then was diagnosed with cancer so we came back to England when I was approx 14 years
My mum started work at age 10 working in her fathers bake house - in between going to school. At 12 she drove the bakers run... On her own
She then qualified as a cook/chef
When safe gas cookers were first introduced by the gas board, she was part of a team of ladies who visited purchasers in their homes and demonstrated to them how to cook cakes etc. she also did cookery demonstrations making "dinner party food" for all WI clubs in her area, showing the advantages of gas over electric cookers.
When in Africa, she worked in the local hotel overseeing all the staff and chefs for the hotel. She also catered and cooked the dinners for the ambassadors functions and for other "important" people in the area, one meal she cooked for over 100 people was on a couple of paraffin stoves
Back in England she worked in mental health hospital as the cook and also helped in the OT department with imaginative crafty ideas for patients to do. She hated with a passion basket making or the usual things that were normally on offer at other hospitals.
She was an amazing dressmaker. She made all our clothes without a pattern. She also had a skill in tailoring suits Anything arty crafty and mum could put her hand to it and to a high standard. I still have some material she designed and screen printed before making herself a dress
When she retired... She opened and ran a collectors shop. Buying and selling stamps/cigarette cards/coins etc. and ran a collectors auction, which covered anything anyone collected, once a month.
I first knew something was up with mum when she sold a very valuable stamp for the same price as the cost of a postal stamp 5 years ago.... She then stopped cooking for family get togethers and we would go to a local pub as "her house wasn't big enough to hold everyone" even though we had been visiting en mass for years....
Oops long post sorry
He developed the school, organised the finance of building new buildings, the largest being the library as it was important to him that every one could read. By the time he left the school there were over 500 boys at the school - oh he also had a hand in developing the local golf club too
As far as I understand, it is still a thriving well thought of school with girls now also attending. The golf club is a popular venue too
He then came back to England to do more degrees and went back out to Africa, Central Africa this time, to become an inspector of education. He visited all the schools in Central Africa, making sure and sometimes rewriting o levels and a levels so that they were of the same standard as uk o and a levels, but relevant to their world, not the British world.
One example he changed was the science paper asking the kids to dissect a chameleon - which was considered at the time, full of evil spirits by the community. He then was diagnosed with cancer so we came back to England when I was approx 14 years
My mum started work at age 10 working in her fathers bake house - in between going to school. At 12 she drove the bakers run... On her own
She then qualified as a cook/chef
When safe gas cookers were first introduced by the gas board, she was part of a team of ladies who visited purchasers in their homes and demonstrated to them how to cook cakes etc. she also did cookery demonstrations making "dinner party food" for all WI clubs in her area, showing the advantages of gas over electric cookers.
When in Africa, she worked in the local hotel overseeing all the staff and chefs for the hotel. She also catered and cooked the dinners for the ambassadors functions and for other "important" people in the area, one meal she cooked for over 100 people was on a couple of paraffin stoves
Back in England she worked in mental health hospital as the cook and also helped in the OT department with imaginative crafty ideas for patients to do. She hated with a passion basket making or the usual things that were normally on offer at other hospitals.
She was an amazing dressmaker. She made all our clothes without a pattern. She also had a skill in tailoring suits Anything arty crafty and mum could put her hand to it and to a high standard. I still have some material she designed and screen printed before making herself a dress
When she retired... She opened and ran a collectors shop. Buying and selling stamps/cigarette cards/coins etc. and ran a collectors auction, which covered anything anyone collected, once a month.
I first knew something was up with mum when she sold a very valuable stamp for the same price as the cost of a postal stamp 5 years ago.... She then stopped cooking for family get togethers and we would go to a local pub as "her house wasn't big enough to hold everyone" even though we had been visiting en mass for years....
Oops long post sorry