Rhoose Camp
A Memory of Rhoose.
My three children and myself were in Rhoose Camp in 63/64. I hated it, and the camp manager who was an ex-policeman, was a bully. Mothers had to put the children in bed and lock them in, and then go back up to the dining room. He would make smutty remarks. I got out in 6 months .
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21 September 2012
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In the Dining Hall every family had a sort of cubicle of its own, and there was an 'old-fashioned' kitchen cabinet with a drop down top which was lockable. The beds were in the barrack huts, which were partitioned off with plywood, so you could hear all the noise. The man running the place used to have milk delivered to his bungalow and you then had to buy it from him at whatever price he said. He used to let his Alsatian dog (Cymro) out at night to stop people walking about. School was a bit of a nightmare, we were bussed in to Barry. I went to Gladstone Rd School where we were treated very shabbily by staff and pupils because of where we came from. I remember being told that I would get the cane if i did not have my shoes polished after Lunch break, so I stole some ink and put it on my shoes to make it look as if i had polished them. I did not get the cane, but i did have blue feet for the rest of the week?