The illustrious history of Mannings, dates back to 1710, when Thomas Manning, a westmoreland proprietor, left thirteen slaves with land and the produce of a pen and cattle, to endow a free school for the parish.
Twenty eight years later (in 1738)- the school was established.
Note however that the school was established on the present site in Savannalamar instead of on the lands left by Manning at Burnt Savannah Pen, at the northern end of the George's Plain. The JNHT provides a concise but interesting summary of the school here.
I am honoured to say, 'I am a past student of Mannings!'. My tenure there was between 1989 and 1994, and although it was one of the most challenging period in my life, it is still one of the best.
I have some great memories, thanks to all my classmates, including Denzil Williams, Floyd Grey, Nickeisha Whyte and indeed the entire classes of 1 grey, 2 grey, 3 yellow and the 4 & 5 crimson group. Special mention of a lasting friend Andrea Allen and my favourite wicketkeeper batsman, and friend - Roal Wnyter.
And I feel proud of my school and my achievements; for those of you who were there during that time, you'll remember that I was awarded two consecutive years - my last two years, for been not only the top boy in the class, but the top student! (In 4 & 5 Crimson)
Today, like most other educational institutions in Jamaica, we have some challenges, but the school continues to shine educationally on it's fundamental philosophy that 'vita sine litteris mors est' (live without learning is death).
For many of us, Mannings remains, 'our ancient light of learning, in splendour shining over all the west'. (Full School Song Here)
Dear Manning's School,
Our ancient light of learning,
In splendor shining over all the west,
For Thee Thy sons' and daughters' hearts are burning
With gladsome voice to tell they love Thee best
Westmoreland's Hope, Jamaica's march maintaining,
From days of yore Thou dost example set,
Thy sober task to teach without complaining
And, God be praised, Thou hast not faltered yet.
Thy lessons these, to love the land around Thee,
To learn from lore of science how to till;
Harness the streams and waters that surround Thee,
To love the trees the herb upon the hills.
To play with zest, to fight with strength and spirit
Defend the right and evil to eschew
With might and main to hold what we inherit,
And for our sons to work for treasures new.
To lose with grace, with ne'er a frown or whimper
At referee's ruling or at umpire's word;
To show good taste and tact and keep our temper
To mind our talk nor gossip all we've heard
O School Of Ours, We Pledge Thee Our Devotion
O School Of Ours, Let This Be E'er Our Rule,
Where'er We Walk Or Sail On Land Or Ocean,
That We Remember Thee, Our Own Dear Manning's School.
by (L. A. Prescod: Headmaster 1949-1961)