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		In 1935 
Mum and
		
Dad sent me off to 
		Billeroo school – I was 6 years old and rode a push bike 5½ miles (11 
		miles a day) hail, rain or shine with a leather school bag on my back. 
		In wet weather I had a weather proof raincoat. Nearly all students rode 
		push bikes to school. However the Chapmans went to school by horse and 
		sulky; at school the horse would graze in an adjoining paddock where 
		there was a school oval and cricket pitch. Most students came to school 
		bare-footed.
		
		I can still remember Tommy Bowran had trouble trying to read “Jack & 
		Jill went up the Hill”. Each student had to stand at the teacher’s table 
		to read. We had to recite 1x2+2 until we learnt it by heart, then we 
		would go onto 2x2=4 and so on.
		
		Some of the teachers I can remember were Miss Fane, Miss Dungey,
		
Miss Horsfall, Mr Black and
		
Mr Runciman. All teachers 
		resided at 
Tom and
		
Ivy Lawson’s house just one mile east of 
		the school. They rode a push bike to school. I can remember the teacher 
		going to a big desk to lift the top and take out a double handful of 
		Coronation medals. That was in 1937 and we all got one.
		
		Bung eyes were common at school – I think we all had them at some time. 
		On one occasion a student, Helen McCooke, took ill at school and the 
		teacher asked me if I would double dinky her home four miles west of the 
		school. I don’t know what time I got home that day as it was a total of 
		8 miles to and from her place and then 5½ miles to my home.
		
		Billeroo School was not too bad at the annual school sports - Billeroo 
		won the shield donated by the 
Carnamah 
		District Road Board in 1939, 1940 and 1941. The students had a 
		garden near the school. We took the vegetables home. For Arbor Days we 
		all had to plant a tree and they remained there until the school was 
		dismantled.
		
		When the Japanese invasion was thought to be imminent students and 
		parents dug trenches fifty yards away from the school. We were drilled 
		to evacuate the school and run to the trenches when the teacher rang the 
		bell. Two trenches were dug 2 feet deep. I can still show you where they 
		were today. In 1944 Mum and Dad sent me off to Guildford Grammar School 
		to further my education.
		
		From what I can recollect, local farmers
		
Fred Cole and
		
Harold and
		
Les Robinson built the Billeroo 
		school and made the inside fittings like the mantelpiece. In later years 
		the school was dismantled and re-built at the Winchester Tennis Club. 
		From there it was moved and became Jimmy Ovens’ chemical shed in Coorow. 
		Two stools from the Billeroo School are now in the Carnamah Museum. In 
		Australia’s Bicentennial Year, 1988, a plaque was placed on a large 
		limestone rock to mark the site of the Billeroo School on the corner of 
		Rowland Road and Road 13.
		
		
		
		
		I have very fond memories of Coorow State School. My parents moved into 
		the town so that I could start school as there was no school bus going 
		north. I used to walk to school on a track through the block that later 
		had the new Post Office, across the creek and up through the scrub to 
		the school. The rough path was used by other families of children – 
		Glovers, Doneys, O’Callaghans, Comelys and Johns. We looked for 
		wildflowers and birds as we went. If the creek was running we had to go 
		the long way round via the Co-op and along the main road, across the 
		footbridge near the Midland Railway dam, in front of the old wooden hall 
		and so into the school grounds. When the creek began to dry out we used 
		to catch tadpoles and put them in a jar, take them to school and hope 
		they survived and changed into frogs. 
		
		There were no school uniforms and some children came to school in bare 
		feet. The two-teacher State School consisted of two wooden buildings - 
		one for each teacher. The school grounds and tennis courts were gravel. 
		There were two bough sheds where students who came by bus could eat 
		their lunches. There was no refrigerator or esky to keep their lunches 
		cool though I seem to remember a large cylindrical canvas water bag 
		hanging on the porch of the upper school room. There were rain water 
		tanks near the rooms and 2 toilets quite a distance behind and like the 
		homes in the town the pans had to be emptied once a week and they always 
		smelt of phenyl. 
		
		At recess time we exchanged little collector cards from cereal packets, 
		played marbles, knuckle bones and hopscotch on the gravel. We explored 
		the dugouts in the scrub left there after the Second World War. Besides 
		single skipping ropes the school had a long rope which two strong 
		children turned and we girls ran in and out of that. The organised group 
		sport was rounders.
		
		How we were taught so well remains a mystery to me and compliments are 
		due to all of our teachers who coped with multiple classes in one room 
		and whose only teaching aids were posters that they had made themselves. 
		It wasn’t until about 1950 that the P. & C. gave the school a wireless 
		and the teacher could tune into school programmes but the reception was 
		very poor most of the time. I admire the Head Teachers - Messrs Weir, 
		Ingram and Larkin - who coped with the small world of country school 
		children after serving during the Second World War. 
		
		One of my most vivid memories is of attempting to learn write with a 
		pen. You had to dip the nib of your pen into the open inkwell that sat 
		in a hole on your desk top, bring it to your Copy Book and copy the 
		perfect writing on the top of the page. I ended up with ink blots 
		everywhere in spite of being careful and having blotting paper! The 
		front of a desk had the folding seat for the next student attached to 
		it. Girls didn’t want to sit in front of some boys who used the pen as a 
		weapon and also pulled your hair. 
		
		I also remember the Sewing Classes. The female Assistant teacher had to 
		have all of the girls together in her room for sewing once a week. We 
		managed to produce colourful hessian pot holders and work cotton aprons. 
		The poor teacher had to ensure not only that we were doing the various 
		stitches correctly but that everything was kept clean. This was pretty 
		difficult in a crowded room without air conditioning in near 100°F heat. 
		Either someone came to inspect our work once a year or our teacher had 
		to post some of it off to Education Department in Perth. Some of the 
		girls with good voices would be allowed to sing for the rest of us 
		during sewing. At the same time the boys were occupied doing Manual Arts 
		with the Head Teacher. 
		
		1951 was an important year. To celebrate 50 years of Federation we met 
		at the ruins of Coorow House and were addressed by
 
		Mr Ernest Long, a descendant of the first settlers. Also in 1951 the 
		Commonwealth-State free milk scheme was implemented in W.A. Initially 
		milk was in 1/3 pint glass bottles. I was put off milk for years because 
		after it was delivered in the early morning to Coorow School it sat in 
		crates until recess time without refrigeration!
		
		Highlights of each year were the School picnic at Curinga Well, 
		interschool sports and the break-up concert. However the School picnics 
		were never quite as good as the marvellous Sunday School picnics! Almost 
		all the non Catholic children attended the Sunday School run for years 
		by Mr and Mrs 
Vic Broun and they 
		spared no effort for the annual picnic transporting us, food, water, 
		marquee, sports equipment on the back of trucks to Curinga Well.
		
		
		
		
		I went to the original two roomed school, with Mr & Mrs Kingston 
		teachers at the time. I also attended the new school and planted a gum 
		tree which was one of a row along the front of the building. One other 
		teacher I remember from the old school was Mr Jones. He was very 
		interested in stamp collecting and singing. After attending most of 
		first form High School at the old school on correspondence, my parents 
		sent me off to Geraldton where I spent two years at Proddy Home (Della 
		Hale) with Matron Stanley in Charge.
		
		
		
		My dad worked on the railway. My sister and I went to the Three Springs 
		school. I remember there were two classes. 1, 2 and 3 together and 4 and 
		5. Think 1960 or 61. We lived there from 1957 to 1963 if I remember 
		well. I remember the opening of the swimming pool in those years. Then 
		we moved to Perth.
		
		
		
		I remember seeing Maisie McSwain riding her bike on her way to the 
		Inering school. She lived near 
		Forresters but for some reason she went to school at Inering. I'm 
		not sure if I have her name correctly remembered. It must have been a 
		hard ride on the dirt road.
		
		
		
		It might very possibly have been a generous act on the part of 
		the 
McSwain family to keep the 
		numbers up at Inering and the school open. When
		
Eileen Berrigan was the teacher 
		at Inering 1931-1933 she lived with her parents in the Carnamah townsite and drove 
		her Baby Austin car out each day. Although her younger brother could 
		have walked to school in Carnamah, for a period of time he went with her 
		out to Inering and was a student there.