I was in The Grange in 1981. Ms Green was in charge.
The nuns were very unfriendly. They didn’t speak to us unless they were giving instructions or telling us what to do. I was surprised by their lack of compassion especially as they were religious.
There was a girl, who did not have a child with her but who appeared to live there. She had her own room with posters of ABBA on the wall. We were not allowed to talk to her and she knew she was not allowed to talk to us. She never mixed with us, or did any chores. I happened to be put in a room directly opposite hers. She used to knock my door and whisper across the corridor, if a nun saw her she was told to get back in her room. This was a very odd situation. It didn’t last long as they moved me into a room in a different floor.
I was in The Grange in 1981. Ms Green was in charge.
The nuns were very unfriendly. They didn’t speak to us unless they were giving instructions or telling us what to do. I was surprised by their lack of compassion especially as they were religious.
There was a girl, who did not have a child with her but who appeared to live there. She had her own room with posters of ABBA on the wall. We were not allowed to talk to her and she knew she was not allowed to talk to us. She never mixed with us, or did any chores. I happened to be put in a room directly opposite hers. She used to knock my door and whisper across the corridor, if a nun saw her she was told to get back in her room. This was a very odd situation. It didn’t last long as they moved me into a room in a different floor.
My Birth mother lived there at one time after I was adopted as she had nowhere to go. So she scrubbed and cleaned for her keep till she got a job. She had stayed one night with one of the other discharged mums who lived with her own mother, but she felt they were poorer than she was so she went cap in hand to Miss Helmuth who was the only Nun there at that time. No compassion from Sister Helmuth, the opposite. I put on a previous post the some of parishioners of St Anne's looked down on the young mums, forced to attended the church services. The Reverend Yaxley's wife had a word with her husband who agreed to a condemnation of this in his sermon. I learned this from my Adoptive mum's friend, who then lived a few doors down, and ended up next door to my birth parents. My mum became friends with this lady years later. A GP attended and treated the girls with disdain. Plus the Trustees of the Lahai Roi who kept it going. She said the other nurses acted like nurses, but Sister Green was extra kind. The kindest person was the cook. There were no other staff bar a gardener, the girls cleaned the place themselves. My birth mother was shown kindness in the maternity hospital and the Birth Registrar who thought it disgusting the way they were treated. The disdain continued when my birth mother found lodgings nearby in Trafalgar Road and was thrown out buy her land lady who didn't want women of that ilk staying under her roof. She had owned a sealed letter addressed to my Birth Mother.