We Called It 'charnwood Forest'.

A Memory of Woodhouse Eaves.

My memories of the home are all very positive.
I would have been 6 yrs old, and recovering from pneumonia.
Coming from the Children's Hospital in Derby, the drive over was memorable.
A big black car, very special. There was an 'aeroplane' motif, like a hood ornament
on the gate as we drove in and down the drive.

We were dirt poor and lived below street level at no.7, North Parade in Derby.

I remember the photographer setting up and me spending the whole time
striking a pose (folding my arms, looking studious etc.)
The boy with the white collar and baggy short trousers - that's me.
In one of the other shots, another boy is mimicking me, walking behind, arms folded.
The nurses were watching this shameless display and Tutt - tutting.
I had a first crush on one of them.
Later in the day, I watched from an upstairs window.
A glorious day. Younger children in one of those huge double ended prams and flower
beds bursting with blooms.
I wish I could thank those nurses.

Never thought I would be in the illustrious Frith collection !

Patrick Knight (76yrs.)