Hi all. Another newbie to this revelatory roots maneuver!
Sat with my dear ol' Ma in Cyprus on her very well deserved holiday on the sun, @ so long last....!!!!
Needless to say our conversation has spiralled inwards to her most profound life experience. Growing up in Nore House! She's now 72 & was a resident for want of a better word from the age of 3: 1946 to the age of 10: 1956. She remembers Matron England & the man in charge she recalls was a Mr Llewelyn who may well be dead by now!? She has some fantastic & fond memories of the wonderful care she received from the staff there. (if your reading this, thank you so very much).
Mum was the only Black Girl in the village! & was fostered to a family in the area called the Coolings.
While she was there, Mum made. A true friend. A blond haired, blue eyed boy called Peter. Peter Johnson. Mum says she's still got his marble. The one they used to play with together between the railings of the boys & girls playgrounds in St Peters School. She says when he was adopted, they told her he had been taken to America. Mum says she was truly heartbroken. He was her only true friend. Mum was told she couldn't go with him. He was blond & blue eyed & would have a chance @ life. Mum was told she couldn't go because she was black & there was no place for her. ( A wicked world eh!?).
So if any body has any info or knows of anyone who may have been in the home from 46' to 56' please please please get in touch, say hi & share your memories.
Mum's not ofay with this new tech stuff, she's pretty old school so I'll do my best to translate in the most authentic way I can for her. It really does mean a lot to us.
Big love to all of you who came thru the system,
My heart really does feel for you.
Big love, Jenny Johnson & sons x