Figure 1.--Tucked away in Dad's Deed Box I found a wonderful letter from the Deputy Headmistress of oir school to father--apparently at the time letters were addressed to father. All mail from America seems to have been opened by the British censors. Here is the envelope. Put your coursor on the envelope to see where it was opened by the Censor. The letter itself was very fragile, being written on Air Mail paper. Air mail at the time was excpensive.

Tucked away in Dad's Deed Box I found a wonderful letter from the Deputy Headmistress of our school to father--apparently at the time letters were addressed to father. All mail from America seems to have been opened by the British censors. I will attach the envelope. You can see where it was opened by the censor. The letter itself is very fragile, being written on Air Mail paper. Air mail at the time was excpensive. As a result, it doesn't scan clearly. I may be able to tweek it up sometime. The letter which accompanied these reports explains the set up of the school, explaining that I would have most of my lessons (Latin and French excepted) with the same teacher as I was in elementary school. Graham would move from class to class for each lesson as he was plasced in the Junior High School. She explains that some marks are in grades and others in percentages. This was a statutory requirment needed for placement in High School. Although Graham was in the 8th grade he was a bit behind in Maths and used to attend both 7th and 8th grade maths classes. Apparently he got extra tutoring in the morning so he could eventually catch up. (Both of were ahead in Maths when we got back to the UK.) One passage read, "I find that Alan and Graham are a year younger than their classmates. I should be interested to know at what age they started school, and how long the school year has been. Do we have longer holidays? You can understand that we shall feel somewhat chagrined if the only explanation is the quality of the instruction!" She added that like all normal boys we both took advantages of opportunites for mischief! (This is blantant sexism!- In today's PC world)