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I have good recollections of my school days at Tornaveen in Aberdeenshire. I went to school in 1906 with my sister Margaret, who was a year and a half younger than me. I was kept back a year before I went to school so that the two of us could go together. We had three teachers that I recall particularly. One of them was a drunk and was always in a bad temper. He used to thrash the children with a strap, mercilessly, because he would be sitting in the room and fall asleep while he was supposed to be teaching us. We were so incensed we decided – I must only have been eight or nine years of age – we would wait till he went away at night and pinch the strap and throw it away. And we did.