So, here we have arrived at Liverpool Lime Street Station:
We took a cab to our hotel, which was nicely located near Albert Dock, on the waterfront at the Mersey River. I remember Mom talking about the Mersey River, and my impression was that it was a dirty river. Well, it is a muddy river, but it's not polluted like it was back then when Liverpool was a major shipping and receiving center. Later, one of our companions told us an old joke about the Mersey: "If you fall in, you'll die of poisoning before you have a chance to drown!"
In any case, the river doesn't smell, and Albert Dock has been turned into a very nice tourist spot with restaurants, shops and museums.
On Monday morning, we went right over to the Liverpool Blue Coat School. When Mom attended, it was known as "The Liverpool Blue Coat School for Orphans and Fatherless Children."
We were greeted by Tony Salmon, Secretary of the Old Blues, an alumni group that helps former students and their families. Tony was the one who first confirmed that Mom had been a student there. We were joined by Richard Morris, current Old Blues President, and Stan Livingston, current Treasurer. The three of them gave us a very thorough tour of the school. They shared stories from their time there. Richard and Stan were boarders there about 10 years later than my mom, but it seems the regime was no less structured or strict.
|Richard, Tony and Stan at the doors to the Blue Coat School|
|The intimidating entrance to the school - the door opens above the second panel - so an adult would need to duck. It's sized for the kids! And the words above the panel read, "MIND YOUR HEAD"|