Bad Memories

my name is Christine Carruthers nee Mcjimpsey . I have awful memories of that place . we were ill treated smacked etc i was there in the late 60s . you will read my comment bollow under Adam Carruthers as i logged on with his email address . That was my experience and still haunts me to this day

Hi Christine I went in 1970 those adults should be strung up for what they did I hope now they are very old and weak someone out there does to them what they done to us I would love to watch them suffer after what they put us through and having to watch five yr olds been beating by these evil people hopefully we will one day get pay back when they meet the big man up there... Too Hell they will go

I was at fornethy house along with my sister. In the early 1964. Does anyone remember the teacher with the purple hair. Elderly lady. I’m. Looking for info from. Anyone there 1964

I can remember going 1980? I’m sure head teacher was called Miss Fletcher at that time. Very strict regimental place. By no means a holiday for kids. Long tiresome walks. Had to say grace at meal times and couldn’t refuse to eat anything. Suppose it didn’t do me any harm being there. But I do remember it wasn’t fun. Think some ‘houses’ were called Esk, Ogilvie?

Me and my 2 sister's went there and it was horrendous we got forced to eat food we didn't like and if u didn't eat it u had to sit on a cold floor at the end of my bed. My mother would send clothing and food parcels to me and my sister's and we didn't get any of them. There is a lot more I can write but a will get a hold of my sister's and tell. Very BAD memories 😡😠🤬

The comment above is from June Buckley and Rosemary Buckley and Nancy Buckley. I hope the animals in that place get there day, would love to watch them suffer

Hi Christine Caruthers I also was there 1964. Can u pm me face book. Or e mail. Mazreid@outlook.comthanks

Christine caruthers nee mcjimsy. Pm me mazreid@outlook.com

Oh my i was one of them kids i dont remember what years i was there i was there a few times i remember being force fed many a time i remember somebody trying to stand up for me and they got an awful slap and dragged of by the ear to this day i have an eating disorder if by anychance the person that stood up for me reads this i would like to thank you for being brave and for anybody who has suffered through the creul harsh so called holiday thank you all for being brave and sharing your experience if anybody would like to talk about this feel free to email me at linda_p2000@hotmail.com

My name is Susan Smith nee Graham. I went there for 6 weeks for,what I thought a holiday aged 10 or 11 around 1979,1980. My younger sister Hazel aged 9 or 10 was also there. I remember badgering my mum and dad to let us go and eventually they gave in. Oh how I wish they hadn’t! It was the most horrific childhood memories that I have! I remember the excitement of being on the coach and getting near to Fornethy house. Oh the excitement of arriving,to when the coach pulled away, to the big wooden doors closing, and all the children,including myself and my little sister all laughing and giggling,all excited to be away on an exciting adventure. How very wrong was I!! As soon as the big wooden doors closed I remember shouting from the teachers,telling us to be be quiet and shut up! I remember thinking straight away, I wanted my mum and to go home. I remember sitting in a big room surrounded by our suitcases and a horrible feeling of dread! From that moment on,that is what is was..a horrible nightmare! We were in a dormitory called Isla, the blue light came on at 9 o’clock at night, I remember going to to the toilet and the teachers room was next to our dormitory. I remember passing it one Friday night and could see the programme Petrocelli on,my mum used to always let me watch it with her,so I stood for a minute and watched it through the door which was slightly open. One of the teachers Miss Robertson saw me and made me stand out in the corridor all night in my nightdress,I was absolutely frozen! That is only one of the horrible memories I have,there are many more,long,long walks,force feeding,burning my nightdress with cigarettes,being locked in a cupboard,writling letters to your parents to have them ripped up in your face,raising your hopes as a child and then cruelly letting you down! There are far too many to mention,I could lprobably write a book about my experience and what I saw there in 6 weeks! Miss Robertson,Mrs Fletcher,Mrs Loggie..to mention a few. These people should be held accountable and brought to task for the misery they inflected on vulnerable children.

Hi christine I've been trying e mail u
please mazreid@outlook.com

Christine i was there 1967 it haunts me still and i am 62 years old now never a day goes by i dont think of it awful bad memories of what was a so called little holiday that would do me the world of good 6 weeks of hell

frances mackie campbell

I was also there. Didn’t realise it was there till I recognised the house on tonight’s news. I’m in total shock, I remember pissing the bed so I didn’t have to drink a full cup of tea without sugar at breakfast. Fuckers made me sleep in it all night without a blanket. It was also there I caught chicken pox. Loads of shit memories, remember being taught how to make a wee basket of flowers with a pine cone 🤷‍♀️ I also thought I was at holiday camp. And I also think I know who the woman was with the purple hair. Feel free to e mail me.

Kathypark1968@icloud.com

Bees of paradise do the work of jesus christ, do the work that no man can 😭

Bees of paradise do the work of jesus christ, do the work that no man can 😭

I think I was there around then.
God Susan, these memories are not pleasant. I always remembering that I wish that I haf a wee sister with me 💗 until I arrived!

I think I was there around then.
God Susan, these memories are not pleasant. I always remembering that I wish that I haf a wee sister with me 💗 until I arrived!

I would like if anyone can get in touch with my friend Nancy Taylor if possible this is her email address, nancytaylor2363@gmail.com thank you. My name was Nancy Buckley and my 2 sisters went there too there names is Rosemary Buckley and June Buckley.

Hi Linda My name is Rosemary Buckley was it round about 1967- 1968 because I remember I stuck up for a wee girl next bed to me because she wet the bed and I got a severe beating for it, also when I got the beating the girl and me were made to sit on the frozen cold floor with our legs crossed for hours and the beating would go on and on if we wet the bed too and we also got made to stand with nothing on it was horrendous. To this day I still go on about it when I sit with my sister's and we talk about the hell we all went through. If you would like to get intouch with me can you email my sister Nancy Taylor because I am not good with phones or computers thank you. Rosemary Buckley. This is my sister's email address nancytaylor2363@gmail.com

my name is Margaret I was put in a corador for 5 hours with only my underwear on facing a wall because I spoke to someone also made to eat food I didn't like I was slapped kicked I was so scared that was 1977

I went there late 70’s with my sister. I remember the teachers humiliating us. Forcing us to eat food, and remember a girl being forced to eat black pudding after she’d vomited back. Long walks in 3ft of snow and for some reason you always had to wear a skirt 🤷‍♀️ Some holiday. Scared for life

That was me with black pudding was terrifying

I went there in summer 1970 for six weeks. I never mentioned to my parents about the abuse as they were going through a divorce and it was a hard time for us. I didn't even remember the name of the place until I saw it in my news feed. It brought back very upsetting memories for me. I already have Complex PTSD, so this just added to my nightmares.

I made a mistake in the dates I went there. It was the Summer of 1971. My name is Jacqueline. I think I buried alot of the abuse, but I am getting flashbacks every now again. One thing that sticks in my memory is we were in the cloakroom area, getting ready to go outside on a walk. That Miss Fletcher got a hold of this wee girl around five years old, put her over her knee, pulled her skirt up and pulled her knickers down, and started smacking her. We all saw it or heard it. It put so much fear in me. I do remember sleeping in a dormitory also and having to write s letter home saying that I was having a great time, which was lies. I remember a girl called Carol sitting next to me in one of the maths lessons. We were doing fractions. She was badly bullied by that Miss Fletcher. I'm 60 now, and always wondered if any of the girls would report it to Police. So glad that some people have come forward now. And ur all so brave🙏