Roecliffe Manor

A Memory of Woodhouse Eaves.

I had a two week stay at the convalescent home following an operation to remove my tonsils.It was 1957/58 I was 7yrs old and the worst two weeks of my life.I too remember having to write a letter home. I had to dictate this letter to a nurse.Before we started I asked if I could go to the toilet and the nurse said no, I could go after the letter had been written. We had sweets after lunch,but never anything my mother bought to the home. We watched each other have our daily bath, boys and girls queued together. If you had a ribbon in your hair as I did it was yanked out not untied. Every child had to wear the homes clothes, my mum said we looked like orphans. We slept in iron cots in a huge room. In the mornings after breakfast we had to go to the toilet for a bowel movement, the nurse's would inspect the amount we had done and if they said "do more" we had to do more! I can not remember any nurse being nice and kind. I am sure we had our photograph taken with some dignitary ( lord mayor, I think). Hopefully someone else will remember that too. I would like to see the photo.