I was at Hucklow 1955 -61. ( lat 2 years in Mrs Shaw's class.) Mr Sisk was very scary and his torture scars and direct manner made him seem larger than life, but I recall him teaching us to recite RL Stevenson,s lovely poem From A Railway Carriage over and over again very dramatically until we could do it - great teaching! I bumped into him, quite elderly and even more wrinkled, on his motor scoter in the 80s as he lived near me, and he seemed a very nice man. Wish I could have talked to him more about those days.
Mrs Shaw (ex Miss Farmer ) could be quite viscious and ruler you at a moment's notice, but she got lots of us through the 11+ and I admit I was later grateful for that, ( since I enjoyed my secondary school)very much).. whatever the morality of selective schools and the things we DIDN'T seem to do at at school. She later had a craft shop at the town end of London Road. I was the scorer for the Rounders team and she threatened me with the sack from that job for once talking in class!
I can remember lots from those days - lots of skipping; terrible big wax crayons; Time and Tune and the BBC nature programmes where you were allowed to buy the colour programme at end of term for 3d. swimming at Sutherland Road baths, snaking down the road, the front room shop at the top of Ellerton where you cold get a penny Tizer (in a sherry glass?!), yummy scraps from the chippie opposite on a Friday. I myself never had a school din. at Hucklow, always went home, but was fascinated by the comments about school peas like bullets.
It seemed that all our teachers had comic names that could be parodied - Cornflake from Cornthwaite, Toes, Carding- Wells etc.
Anyway that's enough for now. I only know 2 girls from my class now even though am still in Sheffield and have been continuously.