Old school teacher

In about 1968, as one of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Schools, I visited a primary school in West Sussex as part of a study we were doing of school/parent relationships. I asked the head, as usual, for the names of the teachers. One was Miss G who, he told me, had taught in north London and was now nearing retirement. I decided to see her first, knocked at her classroom door and went in. I told her that I had been talking to a group of teachers the preceding week about here and her earlier colleagues. She was surprised. I explained that when, in 1926, I was a 5 year old in Raynham Road School, Edmonton, I had taken home a page of my writing, all written backwards. My family sat in front of a mirror and read it. I thought how clever I was that I could do that (and still can) and they could not. What I was telling the teachers the previous week was how clever Miss G and he colleagues were not to make me feel stupid. I remembered Miss G as an elderly lady. We worked it out and she was 19 at the time.