Nostalgic memories of Woodhouse Eaves's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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I was three years old when I went to Charnwood Forest for four weeks to convalesce in late spring 1949. I was recovering from pleurisy and pneumonia. My parents didn't have a car so I was collected from home in Birmingham in a black 'London' taxi. There were three children on the back seat and one boy was holding a kidney bowl on his lap because he felt sick. I sat facing ...see more
I was here in 1957 recovering from pneumonia. I was sent through the motor panels where my dad worked. I was seriously home sick as my dad didn't have a car so I only saw them once the whole time I was there.wendy benn
My name is Jacqueline Billingsley. I was sent here in the 1950's from hospital due to kidney problems. I remember the Matron who would take her small dog for walks every morning in the woods. Being very fond of dogs even at a young age but the Matron would never let any of us pet or even play with her dog. I had a best friend there called Pat whom I recall had been burnt over most of her body. Visiting day ...see more
My name is Carl Wilkinson and I was born in 1954 and up until I was 14 I suffered from very bad Asthma my doctor said I had a church organ in my chest that was out of tune, so I was sent there I think in 1959 for the better air there was there, it had to be better than the air in Edwards lane, Nottingham, I can not remember how I got there as my Dad did not have a car at that time, and I don't know how long ...see more
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 ...see more
It was July/August of 1950 when I was sent here from my home town of Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent at the age of eight, to convalesce after a serious post-operative infection. My first impressions were of a grim-looking, foreboding building, but those first, gloomy impressions were soon dispelled by the kindliness of the staff, and the camaraderie that grew between us - a group ...see more
I think this was the convalescent home I was sent to in 1947 when I was 5 years old. My family referred to it as "Charnwood" which is confusing me. The picture is vaguely familiar.though. I was very unhappy there and the nursing staff and matron seemed heartless and stupid! I was sent there because I had measles and whooping cough in quick succession. I remember the Matron coming in the middle of ...see more
I too spent about 6 weeks there in the early sixties. i had recovered from Polio but was very sickly. i remember sleeping in the woods at lunch time if the weather was good all the ground sheets where stored in a shed. i remember how nice the cleared patch in the woods looked and felt you could not see anything past the perimeter fence it was dark with dense woods and ferns but the cleared area ...see more
My name is Tony Walton and I have many fond memories of Woodhouse Eaves. My family moved to the village in 1942 when my father was stationed at Beaumanor. I had two brothers, Brian and Peter and initially we lived at 39 Victoria Road before moving to 11 Herrick Road when the new estate was built in the early fifties. Both Peter and I attended St. Paul's Infant school where we were taught ...see more
After all these years of thinking just my imagination, only to find I was not the only one to suffer abuse at this terrible place. AH the good old days when children were seen but not heard, 50+ years later is a little to late. I hope and pray other victims find some peace of mind.