Purely from my point of view, I have listed some memories as good or bad.
Good: Fish pie on Fridays and sometimes cheese pie on Tuesdays. Second helpings and great joy.
Bad: Horrible black tough meat on Wednesdays or Thursdays. Aggro, kept in over playtime and sometimes sent to bed for the afternoon.
Good: playing on the bikes and trucks in the grounds most Saturdays.
Bad: Revolting Chewy bacon for breakfast and an up-hill walk to a boring church , crocodile fashion with a unchosen partner.
Good: Learning to play Draughts and later Chess in the Winter evenings and beating the supervisor teacher who taught us.
Bad: receiving a food parcel from home.
Bad: Never getting to eat it because it had to be shared by everyone.
Good: Lots of interesting lessons and quiet time to hear music.
Bad: Hours spent in that noisy play room environment with no chance of decent communication.
Good: The Care staff became much mor human as time went on.
Bad: in the early days they seemed like witches. We all cheered when a partition fell on the Matron’s angkle when she was up front making our lives a misery again.
Good: There came a time when we could go home for a half-term weekend.
Bad: There was no such going home in my first year, apart from the three main holidays.
Good: I took two braille books with me to read in bed at night. One to read and one to place under my bed!!! Smile.
Bad: we were not allowed to read in bed. It has always been a great joy to have a braille book on my belly in bed.
Good: When it came to the time for meto leave,I did feel a little regret and sadness.
Bad: For most of my stay, I dreaded the sinking feeling that came over me as holidays came to an end. Only once did I get a stay of execution, when I severely damaged my hand the day before I was due to return to prison. Very good: an extra three weeks at home.
