by Barrie Jones
Of the many benefits that came to post war children such as myself the most important for me was my passing the Eleven Plus (11+) thus gaining entry to Cyfarthfa Castle Grammar School in September 1960. Before the ‘Castle’, I attended St. Mary’s Roman Catholic School in Court Street, known to us boys as the “bottom of the town”. St Mary’s was a small school and boys were taught separately from the girls and even playtimes were held apart. To this day I can recall the name of only one girl who attended the school during my four years there. The boy’s school was on the upper floor with the girls occupying the ground floor. There were only three classrooms on the upper floor, so depending on pupil numbers some doubling up of age groups was necessary. My age group attended Mr. Dennis Hennessey’s class for the final two years.
I remember sitting some of the 11+ test papers in the build up towards the final sitting but I cannot remember the final important test. On the day of the result Mr Cotter, our new Headmaster in that year, called some of us out to the school hallway to tell us we had passed. We all returned to the classroom to thank Mr. Hennessey for getting us through. I recall that two boys who had joined our class in the final year to sit their 12+, passed for Quaker’s Yard Grammar School, two from Cefn Coed went on to Vaynor and Penderyn Grammar School, three others went to the County Grammar School, and four of us went to the Castle. Not a bad number for a small school and I am certain that ‘downstairs’ far more girls than us boys passed.
Today, pupils attending a new comprehensive school have some prior knowledge of their new school through school open days and primary/comprehensive school liaison. In my day the first taste of a new school was on that anxious first day of term. Three of us Castle boys lived in Twynyrodyn, Michael Long in Walter’s Terrace, and Alan Clifford and I on the Keir Hardie Estate, so most weekday afternoons after school we would make the long trek up Twyn Hill together. After the 11+ result we had more to talk about, and one afternoon Alan came up with an idea on how we could see our new school before our first day of term. An aunt of his was a cleaner at the Castle and she offered to take us around the school in the summer holidays. So one morning in August we met up by Penuel Chapel on the Twyn Hill and walked across town to his aunt’s house on the Grawen and from there we were taken up to the school.
My first impression of the school was how big it was! Such long corridors and so many classrooms, how would I ever find my way around? The place was busy with workmen everywhere and two new classrooms were being built on the ground floor in what I later discovered was the boy’s old assembly hall. A new gymnasium had been opened in April 1959 on the site of the old ruined coach house and it doubled up as the boy’s new assembly hall. The new class rooms were necessary to accommodate the impact of the post war baby boom. The Headmaster, W. Lloyd Williams, mentioned the increase in pupil numbers in his 1958/59 School report to the Education Committee calling it a bulge. It was a bulge that would last a long time. Entry numbers continued to increase each year so that by September 1960 the pupil number was 738,405 girls and 333 boys. More girls than boys were entering each year, in my year (1960) there was even a class 2G for girls only!
On my first day at the ‘Castle’ I found out that my form room 2A was one of the very new classrooms I saw being built on the day of our special tour. My Form Master, Mr. Alan James Hill (Religious Education), was new to the school also. The Form Master of the adjoining new classroom, form room 2B, was Mr. Vincent Lee, (English), he was a new starter also, but he had the advantage of being a former pupil of the school. Similar to St Mary’s school we boys were separated from the girls for assembly and play times, we having sole use of the downstairs while the girls occupied the floor above. What I was not prepared for was sharing lessons with girls, something I hadn’t experienced since leaving the Roman Catholic infant’s school in Morgantown.
Unlike the day of our private tour the School was so full and busy with pupils streaming through the corridors in between lessons shepherded by senior boys, the Prefects. Surely these were men who towered over us with beard stubble on their chins! It would take quite a while to settle in but those six years would soon fly by and in my final two years I to would be shepherding pupils in between lessons but with not so much beard stubble.