Primrose Valley Convalescence Home
A Memory of Filey.
I have a vague memory, probably from the early sixties, of arriving at this home on a very grey, sad day. I don’t know to this day why we went there but the trauma of being with a group of let’s say disadvantaged boys was not our family’s finest hour. I seem to remember sleeping on a makeshift bed in the office because sharing a dormitory filled me with dread. I will speak to my mother to clarify why we went there ( we lived in Rotherham) but she has early Alzheimer’s so the purpose may be unknown all I know was I couldn’t wait to leave. Every time I drive past Primrose Valley I have flashbacks of the experience. Maybe I’m over-reacting to a childhood memory but other things have diminished this one hasn’t , I’m now 62 years old. Does anyone else have similar feelings ? I now can confirm that we went there to visit the couple who had moved from next door to us to run the home. Their names were Mr and Mrs Powell , I don’t know their first names as I was too young to call them anything else.
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I remember going there with my sisters, I hated leave my mom and dad, not sure why we went either, guess back then we couldn't afford a holiday. I liked the Friday night band that would come and play for us to have a dance night.
Also the tuck shop was good, loved the train ride down to the beach. My sister and me all got to go on a sail boat while we were at filet home. So I guess because my sisters were with me it wasn't so bad,Glad when we stopped going and started going to a caravan with mom and dad. 59 yrs old lived on East Road Rotherham