Hi My name is Nina.
I was in the Treloar Hospital during the end of world war two. I went in when I was 10 and came out on March 30th 1945. I remember being on the terrace while the blitz was on, what else could they do, most of us were in bed. The doctors and nurses were very good to me. I had club feet and peaus cavis (hope this is spelled right). I came out when I was 11yrs old. At the time I lived in Bordon, Hampshire in England. Now I am living in Canada. I was 15yrs old when I came to Canada to be with my Mother who married a Canadian soldier in Canada. My Mother left England in 1947 as a war bride to come to Canada. I remember having my shoes made in the hospital at the gate entrance and going from Bordon to Alton for new shoes for a few years after. I have never heard of anyone from this hospital, but I saw many unhappy things due to the blitz in England during the war.
From Nina. Thank you for letting me tell my story. I am now 73yrs old and still have a lot of family in England, and some in Australia. I have told many people about Treloars Hospital and how good they were to me. The only thing is that even today I have a bad time to find shoes that are comfortable ha, ha. Why I was living in England with my 3 sisters in Bordon Camp, was because my father was in the army for 32 yrs. and that is why we lived in Bordon Army camp. I still remember the hospital, at the time it seems so large to me. Apparently now it is a hospital for the very ill children, so I heard. God Bless you all. from Nina.
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