Talk:St Gabriel's School

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A higher importance rating might be justified because of the architectural importance of the school building. Please come back for a re-assessment when you have had a chance to expand the article. Dahliarose (talk) 15:00, 20 January 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Merge proposal[edit]

The age of the buildings does not establish notability for the school. And in any event, the buildings are barely discussed and unsupported by reliable sources. In any event if this goes to AfD, it will most likely result in a merge. Fmph (talk) 06:52, 8 August 2011 (UTC)[reply]

The school is housed in a Grade I listed building which makes the school notable in its own right. The article is currently short and in need of expansion. Energy would be best expended on expanding this article and finding more sources. Multiple sources will exist to help expand the article on a school of this age. Historic schools never get merged or deleted at AFD. Dahliarose (talk) 22:18, 8 August 2011 (UTC)[reply]
This is a secondary, a point which escaped me initially, so it doesn't need to be merged. Fmph (talk) 06:34, 9 August 2011 (UTC)[reply]

Missing History[edit]

This article is about a school, not about a building. I went there as a pupil in 1937 when it was in Mill Hill, NW7, then evacuated as a boarding school to West Ogwell, Devonshire during WW2, before it finally settled where it is now, in Newbury. (I am indebted to former student Brenda Tillotson, who this year privately printed a handbook about her memories, which fortunately jogged mine. I hope she will put it online, so it can be referenced properly.) I also hope the school will update their website to show more of their proud history. I am pleased to see that they still take boys up to a certain age, and I have to say that I learned about sex from the girls, owing to frequent games of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours". There were three boys I remember, Robin, me, and Ian Danoon. We'd sit down surrounded by the girls, supervision nowhere in sight. "Let the games begin" sounded silently, and so we became little show-offs. Ian's mother was a "house mother" during the war, and was in charge of a batch of us kids in one corner of the house. Ian would take charge of the keyhole to his mother's bedroom, and so we'd all get to watch her get undressed for bed. Oh, the memories come piling in. Time I got back to my memoirs, and filling in with this kind of detail.JohnClarknew (talk) 23:35, 25 November 2011 (UTC)[reply]