Below are memories shared by CHS FPs. If you'd like to add to our collection or comment on any of the entries then please contact us by clicking here. Please note, this is not intended to be a "message board"; just a repository for fond memories which others may enjoy.

Memories are posted in the order that they were received, with the most recent addition to the collection being at the top of this page.

Mima Stewart (then Jemima Ferguson), pupil 1947-1953

I attended Janetta Street Primary from 1943 to 1947 (Miss Byers was my teacher all 4 years) then CHS from 1947 to 1953 so attended both primary and high school with many of the people in the photos on the site.

Miss Gordon was my English, Latin and Home Room teacher, Miss Davie - French, Miss Kellogg and Mr Manning - Math, Mr Shankie and Mr Craig - Science, I can't remember my higher Geography teacher's name but he certainly instilled in me a love of travel and seeing the world. He took us hiking in the Cobbler and across Glen Fruin. Miss Davie took us to Paris, a city I learned to love and have returned to frequently. Miss Barrie, Mr Pickup and Mr Third are more of the names I remember who provided a wonderful education under what must have been difficult circumstances in that time frame.

I registered as a Pharmacist then after raising a family retrained and became a Programmer Analyst all thanks to a good foundation in Math, Science and Mental Arithmetic.

In the same building for 10 years!

Regards to all and would love to hear from any who remember me.

Published 12th January 2016

Carl Sloss, pupil 1949-1952

I remember many of the teachers listed in some ex-student "memories" contributions. I started in 1C in 1949, then to 2E in 1950, and 3E 51-52. Topped my class each year, thanks mostly to good teachers. I remember Jack Pickup (music), Miss Jones & Miss Davies (both French), Rector Davidson, Asst. Rector Mr. Munro (art), Geordie White (math) and the character Mr. Shankie.

My family immigrated to Canada 1952-53 and I continued my education at nights in Toronto, eventually obtaining a Professional accounting degree and teaching it at York University in Toronto in the 70's.

A good singer, I joined the CHS school choir in my 1st year only to find I was the only boy in it; so like a fool, I quit; quite shy then. I am now 78 and still singing publicly. But I enjoyed the class parties usually arranged offsite by the girls. I really liked Dorothy Brown; even took her to the "pictures".

I returned to Scotland in 2009 and visited my old school weeks before in came down, with my brother George, also a student two years behind me, Felt kind of sad at the prospect; even bought a CHS mug and took home some art items given to me during the visit. The new school looks great but the old school worked well and i liked it a lot.

Best wishes from (now in) Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.

Published 15th August 2015

David McClelland, pupil 1982-1987

I have nothing but fond memories of my time at Clydebank High.

During my time there school uniform wasn't compulsory so you can imagine that most pupils wore what they wanted, and there were some interesting sites!

Rectors during my years were Mr Robertson until 2nd year and then Colin O'Brien. I can't remember all of the teachers I had but some of them were Mrs Cleife for English, Mrs Seagrave for Arithmetic, Mr Causen for Chemistry, Mr Tyndall for Modern Studies - his classes were crazy! I Can also remember Mr Samson, Mr Rae and Mr Paterson all from the PE department - they were all a good laugh.

Talking of PE, I can remember getting the odd skint knee on the dreaded red ash pitches playing football, or playing rugby on the all year round muddy rugby pitch. I can even remember playing in the squash court.

I will always remember the classic school dances played out to the hits of those classic 80s bands Wham and Duran Duran amongst others, what a laugh those nights were.

Shame they pulled the old school down, but it's onwards and upwards for the new one.

Story published on 11/03/2010.

Irene Membery (Nee Campbell), Pupil 1951-1954

I cannot readily recall any person from my year at school but would be interested to hear from anyone who may remember me.

I started in 7F and the following year I was 'promoted' to 8D!! The only teachers which come to mind were Miss Mosun (French) - and I was one of her favourites!!! I think it was Miss Galbraith for Science (I always played up in this class - never failed the subject though). I can picture the English/History teacher but can't recall her name.

I played hockey and was good at sports.

I don't have any photos of my years at school - not sure if that was because my parents couldn't afford them or if there was some other reasons.

I have lived in Australia since 1963 and visited the UK in 2001 and especially made my husband take me to see CHS - must admit got a great shock when I saw the state it was in, however I still have many happy memories of my time there.

Story received by e-mail and published on 22/01/2010.

Alasdair Heads, Pupil 1970s

We were the group "disadvantaged" by the building of the tower block. Seem to remember it was our 3rd and 4th years that were most disrupted. Only those of us that made it to 6th year were able to get the benefits of it. Aah, the exclusive prefect's room. Pristine. Can hardly believe that it's been demolished already.

Good memories - not really, it was school after all. Quite glad to move on.

Some odd memories stick though, first year 1C had the domestic science class as our register class. A classroom that looked like a room in a house. Those cloakrooms next to woodwork & metalwork classes as you went in from the Janetta St Parkhall side entrance. Upper and lower quads, 1st & second years in the lower?, boys in the north, girls to the south?

However, it does seem a rather small place from the perspective of 40 years. I always loved the look of the place though, those bricks and those towers.

Bad, those sadistic "cross country run sessions" that the gym department foisted on us as somehow being exercise. Actually helped me decide to do a second language in order to escape the ritual humiliation.

Story received by e-mail and published on 22/01/2010.

Arthur F. Jones, Teacher 1970-1974

I was in the English Department. John Smith was Head of Department, but left and was suceeded by Alison MacDonald. Other members of the department I remember include William ("Buz") Barr, another young lady MacDonald, Margaret Hart, John Cameron, Betty Kennedy, Gillies Houghton, John MacDougall and the late Duncan Ferguson.

I remember lots of teacher names from other Departments, such as: Ian Duff (French), John Smith (Maths), Jim Kennedy (Drama), the late Sam Glasgow (Drama), Colin Tucker (Geography), Colin McBride (Modern Studies), Carrick Watson (History), Norrie Copeland (Technical), Tom Murdoch (French), John Traill (Geography), Tom Wilson (Technical), Graham (?) Hogg (Modern Languages), Dick Bennie (Technical and Assistant Rector), my father the late William Jones (Maths and Assistant Rector), Hume Brown (History and Assistant Rector), Marcia MacLaren (Assistant Rector), the late Tom Murray (Depute Rector) and, of course, the late and inimitable John T. Robertson (Rector).

The last-mentioned JTR was my own history teacher for 3 years at Dumbarton Academy. I left CHS in September 1974 to take a post-graduate diploma in Librarianship at Strathclyde University, and thereafter worked in public libraries, latterly as a Senior Information Librarian. I retired in 2006.

I remember the Shelley Drive building very well. The old Men's Staffroom was a few windows to the right of the main entrance, the Women's was off to the left. When the Tower Block opened (1974?) the staffroom was mixed for the first time, a development that somewhat altered the language and behaviour of male staff - and, who knows, maybe the female staff too! I remember some high jinks in the old Men's staffroom when a chorus of silly chanted singing started up. Unknown to the perpetrators, a senior staff meeting was being held in Johnny Robertson's office through the wall. Tom Murray, Depute, came storming in shouting "Gentlemen, you are professionals!" When he departed, Buz Barr remarked that it was all he could do to stop himself saying that our singing surely wasn't all that good! I think Tom Murray would have had apoplexy had that been said in front of him.

Story received by e-mail and published on 22/01/2010.

Cheryl-Lee Raine, Pupil 1996-2003

I had many good memories of Clydebank High and I remember the school fire of March 1999. Strangely enough, it happened the night before our S3 Exams so they had to be delayed until April that year. Gave me extra time to study I suppose! The Rectors during my time, were Colin O'Brien and Stewart Young and I found the two of them to be very fair. One memory that sticks out the most is when the pupils played against the teachers at both hockey and football. One particular year I remember Dougie Samson (PE) flick the hockey ball and he accidentally broke Sandra Robertson's (Modern Languages) cheekbone. She had a bruise under her eye for ages.

I'm gutted that the old school has gone but here's to the future of CHS!!

Story received by e-mail and published on 19/09/2009.

Lorraine Hamilton, Pupil 1969-1973

I have so many memories, violin lessons in the "turrets," the beautiful split main staircase with the Deputy Heads' Offices underneath (how we dreaded getting caught by Miss McLaren on the way up the stairs, with our skirts hoisted up around our thighs - well it was the early seventies!), the smell from the Bunsen burners in the north corridor outside the science rooms...etc!

Somewhere in my "archives" I know I have a class photo (c.1970), and also one of the School Orchestra from the same period. (I played 2nd violin and I think I was the only girl in the orchestra to have a, er, "significant" chest!!!) This also proved a great difficulty as the Clydebank Co-op Warehouse did not stock Cream Uniform Blouses in my size. To this day I can remember being absolutely mortified when a very pushy assistant in the store insisted I was "talking nonsense" about my required size, produced a tape measure and measured the offending boobs in the middle of the store in front of all & sundry - a big deal to a very shy & introverted 13-year-old! I had to get my mum to buy me a cream blouse in an adult size, and I was forever getting into trouble by Miss McLaren for not wearing "correct" uniform! I am now 51, and still remember the occasion with dread! (of course now I would tell her where to stick her tape measure...but times were very different then).

Story received by e-mail and published on 17/09/2009.

Charlie MacDonald

My only claim to fame was that I came to blows with the Rector of the time over my riding a motorcycle into a parking area and was expelled for a short while until I accepted the crazy rule that teachers could ride theirs in whilst pupils, who also had passed the driving test!, had to push theirs.

A case for the European Court of Human Rights today!

Anna Hume

Short story from the war years.

Having been bombed out of our Primary School in Duntocher, some of us were transferred to St. Mary's School in Duntocher, others including myself were bussed to the High School.

For 6 and 7 year old children it was quite an adventure and my friend Maisie and I had great fun. One particular afternoon we missed our bus home and decided 'Och well we will just have to walk'. Of course when the bus arrived in Duntocher and we were not on it our mother's were very concerned, 'up to high dough' they used to say in those days, and of course an immediate search was launched. Several hours later we were found, having made our way over the High Park, up Duntocher Road, across the Boulevard at the old Tomato Farm (I think there is a Motel there now) and down into the village to the Fore Park, where we were found happily making our way back home.

To make the adventure even worse was the fact that I had gone to the wrong cloakroom for my coat and thought it had been stolen, and my mother had to come to school with me next day to try and find it. Well! our bottoms got quite a 'lathering' that night, and Maisie and I made sure we never missed the bus again!"

Jim Dempster, pupil 1952-54

I wonder if anyone remembers Mr. Chan, who taught at CHS in the early 50s. I don’t remember which subject he taught, but I do remember the judo throws he used to demonstrate to his classes, and on one occasion he broke his wrist watch, much to the amusement of us all! Often during the class, if he felt we weren’t paying attention, he’d say “you boys, all you ever think about is Marilyn Munroe!

I also remember the great enthusiasm of our old French teacher, Miss Jones. In my case however, this was in vane as I was more interested in looking out of the window at Singer’s clock as it moved towards break time! Unfortunately, the only French I can still remember today is the national anthem, which I can still sing fluently.

Other teachers I can remember from the time were Johnny Third (English), Jackie Pickup (music), Miss Hanson (maths), Mr. White (also maths), Mr. Black (gym), Mr. Gray (French), Mr Wallace (gym), “Bully” Munroe, and Miss Gordon (Latin), known as “The Gorgon”. There are, however, just too many memories to write down here!

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