Roecliffe Manor - a Memory of Woodhouse Eaves.
I was an 'inmate' of Roecliffe Manor Convalescent Home around 1958/9. I had an operation on my tonsils and went to Roecliffe to recuperate. I think I was supposed to spend about two weeks there but I lasted around five days! I hated the place. You were not allowed your own clothes, you had to wear uniform which for the girls was a bright green long-sleeved woollen dress (very scratchy) with some sort of pinafore over the top. The dormitory windows had bars and the dormitory doors were locked at night. Visiting by parents was on Sunday afternoons only. Letters could be sent home to your parents but the staff would have to read them first and if not approved, they would not be posted. They refused to post mine! Having never been away from my family before, I found the place positively Dickensian and spent most of my time there weeping. This of course was not very good for my newly operated-on tonsils which kept bleeding, and in the end the doctor who came to visit us there decided (much to the fury of the Matron) that I should be sent home. I think I arrived there on Monday and was dispatched home by ambulance the following Friday - what a relief! I was subsequently told by my mother that she had telephoned the home regularly and spoke to the Matron who had assured her that I was doing fine and was perfectly okay. My mother was horrified to learn that I had been so unhappy!
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