Schooldays Remembered-Art, Poetry and a Red MG

Remembering Mr Scott


A hot summer’s day has sent my mind back to my schooldays and in particular to my favourite teacher in Primary (Elementary) School.

His name was Mr Scott and he was my teacher in 1968, the year I turned eleven. What do I remember about Mr Scott? We children thought we were very clever because we had discovered his first name was Phillip, although I don’t know if he spelled it with one “l” or two.  He was a young teacher then, probably in his early twenties and I seem to recall that he had dark, curly hair. He was different from the more traditional older teachers and popular with most of the students.That year he traded in his rather nondescript looking car for a red MG sports car. I would often see him leaving the school in it, either with one of the young lady teachers which always caused a great deal of giggling amongst the class, or with the teacher from the classroom next door, Mr Schacht. Mr Schacht was a very tall man and you can imagine how funny we thought he looked in Mr Scott’s car.

Classes were big then, we had around forty kids in our class and that was pretty much the norm but Mr Scott kept everything under control and managed to make classes fun even for me and I really didn’t like school. He did that by making us laugh and by sometimes changing the normal routine if he thought it would work better. For example if the weather was very hot he would sometimes ditch the scheduled afternoon lessons and we would spend the afternoon doing art while he read poetry to us. Sometimes we’d listen to music instead, no CD’s or digital music in those days though. Our classrooms were not air-conditioned and while we were allowed to go home early if the temperature reached a hundred on the old scale Mr Scott realised that it was just as hard to concentrate on grammar or arithmetic when it was 97 degrees outside. He would try to make the heat more bearable by reading about cool things like rain too. I still remember those hot afternoons with pleasure even after all this time.

I think that art must have been Mr Scott’s special interest. He was a very good artist. He used to draw amazing pictures in chalk on the blackboard in our classroom and would change them regularly. It wasn’t just me who thought he was good, other teachers used to get him to come and draw on their blackboards.

I know that Mr Scott was still teaching at the school the following year and possibly the year after that but I don’t know where he went after that. I sometimes wonder, he must be retired now.



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. Mr Schacht went on to become a fairly longstanding Senator for South Australia. My memory of that year was Mr Schacht having a very accurate aim with a blackboard duster. He would probably get into trouble now for that.


    • No doubt although I think that most kids took it in the spirit it was intended in. I think corporal punishment for girls was out by then but boys still got a whack with a ruler for misbehaving.


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