Bramcote Childrens Hospital
A Memory of Bramcote.
I was admitted to Bramcote Children's Hospital (as a boarder) in January 1971 when I was 9. I remember having my 10th birthday there and Mr Mullen brought in a cake for me and everyone sang happy birthday. It was the best birthday ever. I was there for 6 months for asthma along with alot of other children who were there for different illnesses. It gave respite to the children who were struggling with their conditions (some were severely disabled) and not being able to consistently attend school and respite to the parents who were struggling along with it and in my case, my father was dying at the time, so my brother and I were sent there for our asthma conditions and for our Mum who was caring for my Dad who didnt have long to live. I remember feeling very upset at being separated from my Mum and Dad, but somehow I managed to settle in and now I have such 'idyllic time-stopping' memories of a sheltered secure place that was always sunny and happy; where there were firm rules and routine of play, school, meals and after school activities with visits from the community, our parents and friends. We had walks in the grounds and fed horses/foals and lambs, we even got to play tennis in the tennis courts next to the little school ran by Mr Allan we attended (all within the grounds of the hospital) and went on picnics and visits to the theatre/cinema...looking back - I think we were very lucky, the hospital was situated in open countryside and fields with a very long drive approached from the road up to the Victorian Front, typical of old Victorian Hospitals;) I learnt alot about myself and others there...and my memories of Sister Parker, Staff nurse Smith and Mr Mullen, I will never forget. They made a lasting impression because of the great care and affection we all received and I will always be greatful to all the people at Bramcote Hospital who made my life very happy for a short time. I have always wished I could find some of those people. I made great connections with,- the staff and the children; but I haven't ever been able to find anyone. It's been 40years since I was there, but if anyone reads this and you remember me...please write to me at zsara2142@aol.com. I would be sooo happy to hear from anyone.
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When a nail penetrates the back of your skull, leaving a 6 inch scar only visible under ultra violet rays like the lights they use in hairdressers , you know something serious happened.
That was a result of me standing up for a black kid called Pete.
He didn't fare well either, having his head smashed around as a result!!!
Wonder what happened to him, if he survived at all.
All this and more happened between 1969 and 1973.
What about the day trip in the JP4 van as well. I swear that was LSD they used on me. Bloody long journey from what I remember.
Well this retard ended up with 8 CSE'S, 6 O-levels, 3 A-levels and a HND in Biology!!!!
Work that one out, and thanks for the brilliant start in life all you staff involved in Bramcote child support unit!!!!
Only can get hold of part of my medical records, yet no social care records!!!!
I weren't the only one.
People don't like what I say, go FY!!!
I hope those people involved rot in hell
Only one good person there, a nurse, plump and blonde in her 30-40s whose was brilliant at dinnertime, where I hated the greens, too soggy!!!
Also thanks to Warwickshire Police for those free injections!!!!
Wonder what they were for?
What have the NHS, Warwickshire Council got to worry about, by keeping this quiet.
How many skeletons have they got in the closet, or buried in the ground?