My parents were regular churchgoers, and during the main part of the service the children would go into a Sunday school, which was taught by a couple of lady members of the congregation.
Mrs Peavey was an older lady, somewhat cranky and strict, so I wasn’t too keen on her, but I loved the other teacher, Mrs Featherstone. She was quite young and had beautiful brown shoulder-length hair which shone gloriously when the sun caught it. I was six years old and I guess she was my first ‘crush’.