School Dentist

[Moff]

Does anyone remember the schol dentist on yewlands drive, circa 1960s.
At least one other friend of mine remembers him as a nightmare!
He was a little bold headed chap as I remember, when giving me gas he would extract my teeth even though I wasn't alsleep!

[Stonehenge]

I went to the dentist at school. It was a hot day and we went to the building just the other side of the railings. It was a nursery school and its still there. The dentist was in a black suit, black hair baulding and black mushtash. He was sweating and whiping his brow all the time. Red faced and angry! I will never forget that day, he drilled through my tongue. The pain was unbareable! He told me it was my fault for moving my tongue. The blood was everywhere. I was in that same building last week and its been altered over the years but that room is still there, untouch - just the same. I went back in time. 45 years and it wass just like yesterday! I will never forget that butcher dentist at Wellfield. What a nightmare!

[noel]

That was my first dentist experience, circa 1954, being grabbed from behind and the gas mask forced over my face. No wonder people get put off the experience. My friend later bought the house and the room which had a skylight in it he found particularly handy for his hobby of art.

[anacortesdamp]

Boy, what a difference a few decades make. Our dentist even uses a swab with local anesthetic to deaden where he's going to put the needle in for the Novocaine. No fillings without anesthetic any more.

Eileen used to work as a chair-side assistant for a dental practice that was exclusively for children. They would even arrange for the kids to visit just for familiarity, a few days before their first appointment.


Frank

[LDunlop76]

My father saw the school dentist (not in Leyland though) during the early days of the war. The dentist had a German accent and so all the children regarded him as the enemy, though he may well have been a Jewish refugee. He had a duelling scar which ran across his cheek and eyebrow onto his forehead and would tell the children to "open zee mouse vide". They all had to sit on chairs around the perimeter of the village hall while he treated the children on a seat set up in the middle. Watching someone else have their treatment before your turn and then being treated by a burly German when you're at war with them must have been very frightening for the six year old my father was at the time!