Ysenda Maxtone Graham

Mad matrons and horrid housemistresses

Julie Welch‘s tragicomic account of her 1960s boarding school made me laugh out loud, says Ysenda Maxtone Graham

issue 10 June 2017

It’s not often that books make me laugh aloud. Even books I’m officially finding funny often do no more than make me smile, or emit a sharp soundless puff of breath from the nostrils. But this book made me guffaw. Normally, only P. G. Wodehouse has that effect.

It’s tragicomedy, really. Julie Welch’s subject is a ripe one for tragicomedy, as I should know, having written on it myself: life inside girls’ boarding schools — or in this case, life inside Felixstowe College (founded 1929, closed down 1994) to which Welch went in the early 1960s, and which shaped her whole being to such an extent that she’s convinced her gravestone will read ‘Here lies Julie Welch (R)’ — Ridley being the house she was in, as opposed to Cranmer, Latimer or Tyndale.

Illuminating every comic detail is its dark shadow — some crazed, frustrated matron or housemistress with ‘blackened, seaweedy hair’, or some kind of difficult home life. Julie’s own father (whose mistress usurped her mother and lived with them) was once so drunk when Julie went home that he thought their dog, Rebel, was a cushion and tried to plump him up.

The very fact that Welch has total recall of every detail of school life — including what it was like to have a fire practice using the Abseil Davy Descender Automatic Fire Escape (‘you had to push yourself away from the wall with one hand so you didn’t get skinned by Ridley’s pebbledash’) — just goes to show what a deep impression those crazy establishments made on girls. And then there was the matron with a lisp who stood at the top of the staircase waving a red cloth and crying: ‘I’m the fire, I’m the fire: go down the other thstairth.’

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