I was at St. Marys convalescent home in 1956 when I was 9 years old and I would like to speak to any other people who stayed there to share our memories. Some of my memories are vivid others quite hazy. It was quite a traumatic time, to be taken away when as a child you have no idea where you are going or even if you will ever come home again. There were good times, some of the nuns were very kind, others not so. Do you remember the tunnel under the road, it smelled musty and water dripped on you as you walked to the beach and you must remember the doorstep of bread smothered in marmite, today I love it! Can anyone recall the loft where trestle tables were set up with little things for the children to buy. I hope that others will contact me.
A memory shared byon May 3rd, 2010.
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