This week Year five were looking at maps. One map was from eighty years ago and another, more recent map. They compared the similarities and differences- looking at what has changed and developed. They investigated a number of men who took part in the match; where they lived and what surrounded the streets they lived in.
Finally, they discussed the emotions and feelings of the children of those men who marched so many miles, not seeing their family for a whole month!
They produced diary entries, putting themselves in the shoes of those children. Some children then created poems and songs to describe the emotions.
They also looked at photographs; to compare what Jarrow Cross looked like over seventy years ago to now! They found it fascinating and a number of children could not quite believe how much the school has changed.
Examples of diary entries:
On October 5th 1936, the day of the march by the Jarrow Crusade. Today, my dad and grandpa walk all the way to London, the capital of England. I watched my dad walk off with my grandpa behind him. I feel very sad but proud at the same time. Now, I need to do all of the housework in replace of my dad. By now he will be a couple of miles from the house.
October 4th 1936. Tomorrow my dad and grandfather will be a part of the two hundred men marching to London. I'm proud but scared in case something happens to them. I'm glad my dad and grandfather are doing it for a job. They want to take care of our family, I know it.
October 5th 1936. Now it is time for my dad and grandfather to leave, they are getting ready now. We are going to say bye. I'm going to watch them out my window because I cannot face the send off.
I'm so sad because my dad will be leaving for the trip to London. I gave him a good luck charm, the picture of me as a baby. I also gave him a big bottle of water to keep his strength up. My granda gave him some food to keep him going. It is night time so I will get some sleep before he sets off in the morning. I will run and cheer him on and scream "Go dad, you can do it!"
It is eleven O'clock in the morning, the day of the march. My dad is packing now, I am scared! What if my dad gets put into prison by parliament. I wonder if he comes back, what if he doesn't? He is confident that he will come back but I would not count on it. He has not long just ran out the door and shouted "Bye!" I felt so sad that my dad was gone.
1936, 5th October. My dad has just left for the march which is two hundred miles. I'm feeling sad, happy and scared. I'm feeling really sad because I won't see him. I'm feeling happy because he's going to get a job. I think he is feeling sad too because he wont see me but happy because he is fighting for jobs.
1936, 12th October. A week has past and I still feel a bit sad because I haven't seen my dad for a week. I think, well I hope, he is missing me too.
Today my dad left for the march, he's going to London. He told me to look after the house. I was really sad that he left but I'm happy that he's fighting for a job, so we can finally buy food! My mam was really sad when he left as well. I loved having fun with him. I can't believe my dad left me in charge of the house, how am I supposed to look after everyone? I am the only boy left in the house a part from my granddad but he's too old to look after us. I hope he comes back soon, I really miss him already.
Today, my dad left to march. I was very sad. Today has already been hard enough, I had to get the water for a bath and get the metal tub up the stairs. My dad said he could be about a month but now I have to do everything.
5th October. Today is the day I have been thinking about for ages. My dad just left on the Jarrow Crusade. I am mainly angry because if it wasn't for parliament then we wouldn't have to do this. The walk to London is three hundred miles, so I do have my doubts. As the eldest child, I have to do dads jobs of making the fire, taking the bugs out of the wall and much more. There is a bug on this paper as I am trying to write. In case you are wondering I am doing my job (that used to be dads) of whacking bugs out of the wall. Sorry, got to go. Bye!