don’t really know just where to begin
I relate this saga of tales
we’ve much to be thankful for
we must send all our thanks down to Wales
it was here that our Enid Norrington,
born and blossomed, such fun!
Festiniog on May Fifteenth,
nineteen hundred and forty-one.
was of course, very attractive
boys used to say, “What a beaut!”
she played on the beach, at the age of six,
her knitted and striped swimming suit.
was a wow at Aberystwyth College
And stormed through her University
taught many a child in many classrooms,
she came here, to Marldon-on-Sea!
her heart was lost to Norrie,
more formally, is known as Brian.
got the best ‘six pack’ in the 'biz', I’m told,
continually ‘pumping on iron’!
was a teacher, as well you all know.
quite a dab hand with a brush.
chickenpox claimed him he painted the house,
made it look really plush!
reared two very lovely daughters.
Sian and her sister Sue.
they’re both wed and away from the house,
grandson Tom demands their cuddles too!
trains hard in the garage
super fit man, so it is said.
Enid reclines waiting for him to arrive,
tea and toast, back in her bed!
been so happy in marriage.
recommends to all, near and far.
along to my place and I’ll marry you off!”
officially, I’m the town’s Registrar!
let’s get down to real business.
the quiet and contemplative type.
head of Marldon School, I'll get well up to speed,
cut through all this paper and ‘hype”.
when she drove to school, her mind was tuned in.
no radio or other voice to distract.
was focusing in on the school tasks ahead.
not joking, I’m stating a fact!
She started off slowly and warmed to the task.
Head of Marldon, for just twelve short years.
with Cynthia as her school ‘sec.’
lots of laughter and just a few tears!
in schools, is not the same as it was,
work has now gone mountain high,
increasing legislation and bureaucratic demands,
targets to reach that ‘pie in the sky!”
she’s achieved an outstanding record,
awards and achievements galore.
be sorely missed by the children,
progress she put to the ‘fore'.
was strict but kind, exercising discipline.
waggle of the finger, or a shake of the head
stern face, oft softened with laughter
the most rowdy ones, well in their stead.
We'd never seen anything like it,
Not now or anything since,
She's been lauded and applauded everywhere,
She's even been chatted up by the Prince!
now that it’s all behind her.
what on earth will she do?
demands on her time will just drop away.
to herself, she can now be true.
she’ll relax a bit, with a magazine,
get ‘stuck in’ to a very good book.
she wont be let into the kitchen.
Because she’s such a bloody poor cook!
loves a bit of a knees up.
she’s got such a wonderful voice
she’ll learn to play the piano.
with family and friends she’ll rejoice!
she’s also got another taskmaster.
not all smooth, for there’s a rub.
going to take up an impossible sport.
a little white ball and a club!
may wander afar, to other strange climes.
to the other side of the world.
perhaps, to New Zealand.
the Maori flags are unfurled.
as she merges into the background,
assumes an anonymous pose
carry our love and best wishes
and wherever she goes.
Enid, wherever you go, whatever you do,
record stands way high and supreme.
were the best head teacher we’ve ever had.
a head teacher you were really the cream!
farewell Enid, as you go on your way.
hard not to say a tearful goodbye.
know that you’ll take God’s blessing with you.
you’ve earned your place in his sky!
Author: Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD]. All rights reserved. Revised: October 30, 2007 .Top of the Page