WHILE rummaging through some old family photograph albums recently, I came across a cutting from your paper of 1937, which might be of interest to some of your older readers. It relates to the Hills family, who at the time lived in Ermine Street and of wh
WHILE rummaging through some old family photograph albums recently, I came across a cutting from your paper of 1937, which might be of interest to some of your older readers.
It relates to the Hills family, who at the time lived in Ermine Street and of whom I was the youngest daughter, aged 14. It reminded me of the Bunny Club, which was organised by 'Uncle Bunny' of your paper and, if I remember correctly, it had quite a large following.
The Happy Snap it referred to was of myself and two of my brothers, Patrick and Walter, and my nephew and niece, Evelyn and Ken Ball, who lived at Alconbury Weston. Walter still lives in Huntingdon. Unfortunately, I do not have the photograph, which has gone astray over the years, nor do I have my Bunny badge any more, but these memories reminded me of my long-departed schooldays at Huntingdon School, when the headmaster, 'Pop' Slater, taught us a rhyme that we had to remember and obey instantly:
Whene'er you hear the whistle blow
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My arms behind my back must go
With shoulders back
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And head held high
In perfect silence I must wait.
The prize was a camera, which at the time was quite a respectable one, but hardly compares to the highly technological wizardry of modern times.
FRANCES J FULLER (née HILLS), Hemel Hempstead