Hi Roy Bert Baldwin here just read your message on who we are i feel i should know you as i went too the nch in 1947 along with my brother Fred and sister Shirley your name sertainly rings a bell and the fact that you were mates with Doulgas Poulton, and Granvile was one of my mates i also know Brian but do not recall there sister,my brother and me were put into Clifton house and sister Lottie Farmer was in charge of one family and we were put with sister Phillis do not recall her sername but all i can say is that she was a tyrant, up untill the time we were placed in the home we did not know what the word discipline ment, we came from north London and i can still remember the sirons going off and all the bombed building we used as playgrounds,we should have gone too school but i can nether remember going, if we had not been put in care i just cannot imagine how we would have ended up, i can still remember that first morning we were awakened at what seemed like the crake of dawn, told to make our bed which had too be done hospital fashion and god help you if it wasn't, and then we were taken too the bathroom and were made too have a strip wash and on entering the dinning room for braekfast, there she was ready too make sure we had washed, by inspecting our hands ears and neck if it was not up too her satisfaction it was a quick clip round the ear and straight back too the bathroom and by the time you got to have your breakfast the egg was hard boild and the cup of tea was stone cold, and god help you if you said one word during meal times. Then if that was not enough we had too polish our shoes, a further inspction, plus each kid had too do a job like washing up, clean the bathroom mop floors ex.and too top it all we had too walk 3/4 miles too the harpenden vilage school, and i remember that first morning i cried as i could not see my sister as she was placed in ferens and girls and boys where kept apart it must have been a week before i saw her and i was told if i did not stop crying she would give me somthing too cry about, by this time i must have thought that i had jumpped out of the of the frying pan and into the fire but hay it was 1947 we must have been there for about 18 months when my brother and myself were moved too OGB with sister Margory Young, sister Winifred Hankins was the sister of the other family i remember being much happier now, i am not sure when it all changed with regard too the imaginary line across the oval which kept the boys and girls seperated i think it must have been when they started too divied the houses into flats because i was moved too ferens to be with my sister who had sister Ethel Smith, things had realy moved on by now the disciplines were still in place but the strong arm of the law had long gone, i think that Ted Shutt changed all that i had a great respect for him, i liked Mr Guy but was not that keen on Mr Nivin.
When i left the church Green School i went too Pickford Hill school in Batford it had just been built from there i went too Manland,Mr Bloxem was the head and you are right Roy he had one hell of a nose, then there were the Rumbals, Mr Davies Mr Jarvis Mr Humphrey ex
When i left School i worked in the home bakery with Mr Miller[ very apt name] he was great,Granville also worked there, we had a great 15 months, Mr Miller was a very good teacher i learnt such a lot in those few months, when it came to start my Appenticeship i was well ahead of the game, i was sent too a small Bakery in Luton called Tudor Bakery's and a kid called Horice Barrett was woking there he also came from the home, he was 2 years older then me, you may recall the name he had an older sister named Jean she almost died from Diphtheria when there was a outbreake of the disease in early the early 50,s over the nect few years Horice and i became great mates, when he left im not sure where he went i knew he was going out with a girl in Harpenden, the next i herd he was in prison, over the years i tried too make contact but always seened too hit a brick wall, the last i herd he was in Wakefield open prison,by this time i was married with 3 kids,i had given up the Bakery manly dew too poor wages, i went too work at Vauxhall in Luton,where i stayed for 36 yeays and retiered about 9 years ago.
When i look back at the years i spent in the home i am for ever greatfull, as i am sure my life would not have turned out the way it has, for apart from the first year or so, i have so meny great memories, the great holidays from camping down in devon or cannuing down the river Wye in the Wye vally too a holiday too the Lake District, every year was somewhere different, we were treated better than a lot of kids who lived with both parents, then there were the great Chistmases, we were treated too a trip too the circus, Bertrum Mills or Haringay,and who could have had a better playground than we had there was the Oval, Loards the boys and girls woods i remember the great times we had during the Summer Holidays in the woods, and who can forget the orchards where we could go scumping, ok you may have got caught and ended up getting 3 wacks with cane from Ted or Nivin across the hand or backside, did it realy do us any harm i think not,in fact it was more of aleaning curb not too get caught.
This page refers too [who we are] i think its more of a case of who we might have been,speaking from a personal point of view, i have no doubt that i would not be the person i am today if i had not been placed in the home,and i am sure my kids have reapped the benifits of my up bring in the home,when they were small i took them too visit the home and they were in ore as too the size of the place, they said how lucky i was too have been brought up in a place like this, they were always asking me too tell them what was it like, and i would be forever telling them what we got up too, it was better than reading them a book,they could not believe some of the things we got up too and now i tell my Grand children.
Roy in your message you were enquring about the Poulton's i am not sure what became of the others, but i was told by some one that Granville had passed away some years ago, i did not get too see him again when i left the home.
Well i think i have gone on long enough for now, Roy if you wuold like too make contact this is my email address email@example.com would like too hear from you Bertie Baldwin