Hi everybody,. yes I went to blackwell con home in 1950 and remember it well I was frightend and went by taxi from yardley, and I wonderd what I had done wrong. It was a strange feeling. I soon met the other kids and began like it. I can still remember my Mother sending me a parcel, I was filled with excitment and on opening it, it had one of those plastic toilet bags with toothbrush and soap, white pumps and the strong aroma off that bag. ( a bit like the smell of pear drop sweets) They had a bulldog and I was on all 4s and barking at it when it bit my nose (ouch). Does anyone remember the home song:-
There is a converlesent home,down blackwell lane
Where we have bread & Jam 3 time's a day
Egg & ham we never see
Nor no sugar in our tea,
Thats why we fade fade away.
Here come's the nurse with a red hot poltice
Slaps it on and takes no notice
Ow said the patient thats to hot
O said the nurse I'm sure its not. This second verse was a kind of rap I supose.
But when my mother came to collect me I was very sad and wanted to stay, for the super of a bag of crisps and glass of milk
well folks I'm very pleased about the topic . So best of health to the boys and girl's who stayed there, God Bless,, xx Junk.