Straw Hats Every Sunday

A Memory of Great Baddow.

I was sent to a children's home in Great Baddow when I was about twelve. My memorys are sad and happy ones. Miss May and Miss Abbs ran the home. Miss May I remember had a Boxer dog and many years later I bought one in memory of Great Baddow children's home. We used to go to the local church dressed in our uniforms and little straw hats on our heads, is there anyone out there that remembers 1950/51. I used to tell everyone I was an orphan, it sounded better than not being wanted from the age of 3 yrs and many foster parents, no regrets. I have had, and continue to have, a happy life, not in riches but a good marriage and good health, and sad memories of not being ever to say these two words, mum and dad. I remember running away from the home when I first went there as I needed to find mum and dad.. I never did, Vicky, nee Morrisson.