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A Memory of West Pentire.

We - that means my brothers  and I - arrived at the home from Kent and although we were very small at the time we grew to know this as home. My best memories are of a Sister Esther who looked after us, and watching the TV which had just arrived, plus the very large and thick chocolate Easter egg which had been donated to the home. We knew a couple of boys called Patrick and Howard who were brothers. I am trying to find out what happened to the home after we left in 1958?