"The Hiedy knocked me doon in his Ford Anglia in 1966"

A review of Provanhall Primary School by Brian McCorry written on Monday 9th of November 2009

As a wee boy of 8 I was attending St Benededicts school just further down the road. I lived in Balcurvie Road and Provanhall school was a couple of hundred yards from our family home. I never understood why I had to walk past this school where a lot of my friends went to walk another half mile to go to the 'other' school.

For a shortcut to the bus stop where I was to get the bus to the St Benedict's annexe in Wellhouse, we used to as kids cut through the back closes (much to the annoyance of people living there), to get to the bus stop quicker.

One Autumn morning I was already waiting on the 211 green bus when I remembered I'd forgotten my school bag.

A quick dash back up the road through the closes either way for a fast wee runner was no bother.

Sadly on my way back and already realising the bus was comin' doon the road I ran out of the close at Gardyne Street, across the road - BANG!

My schoolbag (It was the cause of all this - I swear), ended up hanging from one of the lamposts outside the school railings and hung there for about two weeks until the council lorry that changed the lightbulbs could get it down.

Meanwhile I was rushed to the Royal in an ambulance with a severe fracture of the thigh and spent 12 weeks in traction in ward 22.

No one I add, ever blamed the Headmaster of Provanhall. He had no chance to stop when I ran out from behind the lorry. Another ironic thing about this accident it was only the day before our class had a visit from CoCoa the Clown teaching us road safety. I say he should have been sacked!

The car he was driving is the same used as a flying car in the recent Harry Potter films right down to the colour. Scary!

Provanhall school was a playground to us of all denominations as kids whether it was cycling through it or playing football after school or Sunday morning. The 'Janny' could be carnaptious at times but was only doing his 'job' when he screamed abuse at us for being in his school. I swore I'd go back one day when I was a bit bigger to sort him out but never did of course. He was to be pittied for being an auld moaner!

Ah! the moemories......

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