Fairthorn children's home at Dore

[Chris nad]

I went into Fairthorne as a very small toddler, it must have been mid 1951 along with my 2 older brothers as my mum had gone into hospital to give birth to my sister. I do remember tiny scraps of it such as the first night I arrived, double soiling the bed and someone telling my oldest brother that he would have to clean it up! No molly coddling there then. Also we where given cod over oil and a penny to spend in the tuck shop to buy a sweetie to take away the taste my brother dragging me there as fast as he could to remove the disgusting taste. I remember sitting in a lovely cosy nursery eating toast and being comforted by lovely young nursery nurse, I was crying as I was missing my mum