My brothers Jim and Ted also started at the same elementary school as me, and they were both put in for the scholarship [as the 11-plus exam was called]. I wasn't. I don't know whether that was because I was a girl or because the school didn't think I was good enough. Ted passed to a school at Lower Edmonton and Jim went to The Latymer, which was a much more renowned school where the teachers wore gown and the girls wore navy drill slips and white blouses with two colour blue ties. In the summer, both the boys and the girls wore straw hats with the Latymer badge on the band. I think that most of the children were paid for. We were a working class family and my mother could not afford to buy the badge. I clearly remember Jim going up to his bedroom and drawing the badge on the band of his hat and embroidering it. I get very sad when I think that he had to do that.
When the results of the scholarship came though, the names of those who passed were read out in all the classrooms. When my brother Ted's name was read out, it was by the mistress who had cause to dislike me, as no doubt she had been reprimanded by the headmistress over the whole affair of my hair. She said in a loud voice so everyone could hear, "Florence Cole, your brothers will be ashamed to take you out in later life". It was not so, as my brothers have always been there for me.
Jim was very industrious at school and when he left the Latymer, he was its top boy. He passed entrance exams to both Oxford and Cambridge, but our father wouldn't let him go because he had to earn to support the family, our father having been invalided out from work. Jim bitterly resented this because he said that he could have managed to do both.
Money had a lot to do with the quality and extent of education at those times. The same was true in my husband's family. He was one of nine children and whereas his two youngest brothers went to London University, his family could not afford to send him because they were, at the time, still bringing up young children. All his qualifications came from evening classes while he was earning in full time work during the day.
I left school at 14 and my mother sent me to earn money in a factory making men's shirts. I was only a child at the time and had been brought up to do whatever my parents said. However, I did resent it. I was always good at mental arithmetic at school and could easily have gone into a much better job if my parents had bothered with me. I could have worked in a shop, for example.
I don't remember any of my school friends going to work in service at the big houses. Perhaps it was dying out by then. Certainly my aunts of a generation earlier had been in that sort of employment.
Some of the boys were attached to various businesses to work their way up and learn the trade. My husband's brother Bill started out as an errand boy and the story goes that when he wanted to leave for something better, he was given bad references because he was such a good worker that his employer wanted to keep him.