Court Lodge Children's Home
A Memory of Knockholt.
Surprised to find nobody remembers Knockholt!, such a pretty and peaceful little village, especially for a five year old boy coming from a small terraced house in Streatham to live in a Stately home care of The Church of England Children's Society. I would love to hear from any others of our "family" of waits and strays. I lived at Court Lodge from 1964. With the church right next door, and the school with a classroom for each year just across the road with a little white Fiat 500 parked outside, the lovely teacher, Miss Ray?, life was Idylic and I wish I still lived there.
Peter Charlton
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Basically mum and dad had some fierce arguments, sometimes coming to blows. These were very scary to a young child, dad was stern and a bit frightening.
One day mum announced she was leaving dad and we were all going to emigrate to Australia. I think it could have been over the arguments but maybe tied in with his drinking etc.
Anyway soon after on a Sunday we were told to say goodbye to dad, he had gone to bed (a regular Sunday afternoon practice of his), when I went into their bedroom he was sobbing (the only other time he cried was when he learnt mum had terminal cancer).
Then off we went by train to the children’s home in Kent. The story was we were to stay there until our transport to Australia was arranged when we would travel with mum on board a ship. Not sure how long we stayed. But one day mum and Dad turned up, told us they were reconciled and we were all taken home. Being quite young I don't remember any trepidation about this event or surprise at its conclusion.
The children’s home was a large country house called 'Court House with many bedrooms of different sizes in Kent,
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At the time it was called John Howard Mitchell House and operated by the Fairbridge Society.
We were separated into different bedrooms (probably age and gender driven) but would see each other a lot. We all attended the village school which seemed tiny compared to our London school. That's when we mixed with the local kids. I don't remember any bullying, maybe my two bigger brothers ensured we were OK?
I do remember that if a local kid saw you doing something that was naughty they'd warn us
“you'll get wrong” rather than 'get into trouble'
Of course in recent years the horrors faced by these waifs in Australia are now being exposed so we may have had a lucky escape.
It's very nice to hear from someone who stayed at John Howard Mitchell House (Court Lodge). Although you were a fairbridge kid and I know that was a nightmare, you are very welcome to join Peter's group on Facebook. It's called Court Lodge. After Fairbridge the children's society took it over in 1964. Myself and Peter were residents there for a while. Please consider joining it would be great to have some of you Fairbridge kids on board. I will let Peter know that you posted. He is a francisfrith member also. Let me be the first to wish you a happy new year. Please keep on posting. Regards, Alan.
I remember talking to you a few years back on another site. I just applied to join the group.
All the best, be lucky.