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1. From Rosemary Green, the daughter of Mabel Fuller
Are there any birth Mums or staff out there who remember my Mum? I was sadly only with her for 6 weeks, as I was then adopted. Her name was Mabel Ethel Fuller, and being a single mother was probably at Brocket Hall for several months before my birth in September 1947. I didn't begin my search for her until 2005 when I very sadly discovered she had passed away in 2000. I have a half brother who I am very happily in regular contact with. I would appreciate any information from anyone who may remember her. Please email - firstname.lastname@example.org
This is my story. Please click here
2. From Lynn Leishman, the daughter of Ethel Horn - received 22nd August 2008
My mother was there a good few weeks as I was due a couple of weeks before I was actually born. The family address was 31 Harold Road, Leytonstone, London E11 at the time of my birth I believe, although it could have been in Henneker Road, Stratford E. Would you have another Brocket Baby on your list named Prudence Margetts. She also lived in Harold Road, Leytonstone and she was born before me at Brocket Hall. If you have any information I would be very glad to receive it. - Update - Lynn and Prudence were reunited at the 2010 Brocket Baby Day, Lynn's story is shown below.
2a. From Lynn Leishman, - received 2nd August 2010 - A Brocket Baby Reunion
In my original story on the website I was looking for my childhood friend Prudence Margetts but had been unable to find her. Fortunately her cousin Susan Wright (who was also born at Brocket Hall) read through the stories and found mine. She contacted me and mentioned that her and Pru would both be going to the Brocket Baby day on 26th July and from that moment on there was never a doubt that I would not go. I asked my daughter Jessica, who I knew would be so interested in Brocket Hall if she would like to accompany me. We flew down from Glasgow on the ‘red eye’ at 6 o’clock in the morning and hired a car and drove straight to Brocket Hall. We were incredibly early so we drove into Welwyn Garden City and had breakfast and a walk around the shops. At 11am we headed back to Brocket Hall with raised hopes. Driving up the drive I remembered that I had been there before and the memory came back of driving up to the bridge over the river with Pru and her family in their car when we were probably about 9 or 10. On that occasion we obviously hadn’t been invited and so it meant a quick turn round and out again.
Jessica asked if I would remember what Pru looked like and I said that I had absolutely no recollection of her face at all. When I remembered us doing things as children I remembered them without seeing her face. Jess and I had a coffee in the morning room and then checked to see if Susan and Pru had arrived and they had. We then walked around looking for women in two’s. We accosted two women (who weren’t Pru and Susan) and told them my story. Then as we were walking up the stairs there she was at the top and I would have recognized her anywhere. We hugged and both got a bit emotional and then spent the rest of our time at Brocket Hall talking about our young lives and what had happened to us since. Susan and Pru are cousins and another of their cousins was also born at Brocket Hall. I lived about 20 yards from Pru so there were at least 4 of us in the same small area all born at Brocket Hall.
Jess and I were sitting at table 11 and we found that Pru and Susan were to sit at table 5. The two ladies we spoke to before happened to be sitting next to me and when they asked if I had found Pru and I told them that she was on table 5 they immediately offered to swap so that we would have time to catch up. It was extremely kind of them and I wish I had asked their names so that I could have thanked them better. The lunch was excellent. I will always be grateful to Brocket Babies bringing Pru and me together again and for letting my daughter see what a superb house we (Brocket Babies) came into the world in. How lucky we Brocket Babies are! David, thank you again and also for the wonderful photographs. Even though Pru and I live at opposite ends of the country, I will have our photograph so that I won’t forget her face again.
3. From Sheila Perrin, the daughter of Doris McAninch - received 26th August 2008
I well remember mum telling me about the loos like thrones, and I thought she was exaggerating until I visited and saw for myself that it was true.
4. From Angela Greenslade, daughter of Amy Greenslade - received 1st June 2009
I have always been proud of being born in Brocket Hall although it has sometimes felt like that was the peak of my life and I have slowly worked my way down from then on!!
My parents Richard and Amy Greenslade were living in 1947 in Stoke Newington and for some reason my mother was sent to Brocket Hall (perhaps the maternity arrangements in London were still not up and running from the end of the War).
I was born Angela Frances Greenslade on 19th September, 1947 and I was told by my mother that she had me in Byron Ward (although I am not certain of that fact). What I am certain of though, because it was the standard remark every time my birth was mentioned,…was that I was the fattest baby in the Ward and the nurses used me to demonstrate to other mothers ….how to bath a baby. (I have certainly always loved water since!).
My parents had been living in a very small flat and they also had my grandmother living there too, mother said that having that time in Brocket Hall…..she felt she was in heaven. I know that before I was due she walked to the river and was given a sharp warning by one of the nurses to not wander off! She always told me about the beautiful surroundings and the splendour of the house. I have since been to Brocket Baby reunions and can appreciate what she felt.
If there were any children born around the same time as me whose mothers might have remembered my Mum’s name I would be so very pleased to hear from them. Unfortunately Mum was not fit enough to visit for the first reunion but I did take my Aunt and she told my Mum all about it. Mum died in 1998.
5. From Paul Quate, friend of Heather Simon - received 28 July 2009
My name is Paul Quate of Leeds/Yorkshire I have been asked by a dear friend who is a former Brocket Baby to research the early years of her life, she is now 62, and lived the first 12 years in Forest Hill SE23, then in 1960 she moved with her parents to north Leeds and has been here ever since.
Her name is Heather Louise Simon, her birth name was JENNIFER BEATRICE RAYNER born 13/06/1947, her birth mother was Ida Mavis Rayner [shop assistant] of 8 Heaton Rd SE15. The birth was registered 23 06 1947 by the registrar H V Hopkinson. She was adopted by a William and Edna Nish and it is thought that details provided by her birth mother are false; a researcher told Heather that the address her mother gave was untrue and it was not uncommon as unmarried mothers were considered to be low down in the moral society of the time and that is why they would desperately do almost anything to cover up the paper trail they left behind fearing it may haunt them for many years to come and jeopardise their future.
Through my research I discovered that her father was unknown, and I assume she was born in Lemsford House which was in the grounds of Brocket Hall.
She did manage to trace her birth mother some 8 or 9 years ago but sadly she was too late, she died only 2 years before. Her mother didn’t marry until she was in her 50s and never gave birth again. I’ve recently seen a picture of Ida Rayner and noticed a strong resemblance to her daughter.
Heather has often wondered if her birth mother has ever attempted to trace her, and wonders if there is a way of finding out, she does know that on the day she was awarded to William and Edna Nish her mother cried uncontrollably, what an ordeal for her mother, she may never of got over this trauma.
6. From Grace Longman - received 25 August 2009
A story of one who only just made it to Brocket Hall in 1947. Please click here
7. From an interview by Photoicon with Richard Young - November 2009
Were you born in London?
I was ' no I wasn't. It's a long time ago ' 60 years in September! In fact, I was born in Hertfordshire. My parents were living in the East End, and because there were no maternity hospitals still standing after the Blitz, they had to ship all the Jewish folks having babies out to places like Welwyn Garden City. That's where my mother went ' to Brocket Hall actually, the stately home. From about 1942 to 1947 it was used as a maternity hospital. So I was born in the Peacock Room at Brocket Hall, which my mother actually told me about quite late on in life. Every year or so there is a reunion of the 'Brocket Babes' and You Magazine once did a big feature on us ' although I am one of the later ones by being a '1947 baby'. Funnily enough, I had been there for numerous parties beforehand without ever knowing about this, I grew up in Hackney and always wondered why it said Hertfordshire on my birth certificate.
8. From Margo Hammond - received 18th February 2010
A lovely story from Margo about her birth at Brocket Hall in 1947. Please click here
9. From Margo Hammond - received by post in March 2010
This is a transcript of a hand written letter from nurse Snelgrove to Margo's mother:
The City of London Maternity Hospital
Dear Mrs Hammond
Sorry I haven’t written before but I’ve had such a busy week.
I’m afraid I haven’t been able to find your pattern. I’ll keep my eyes open and if it should appear I will send it to you.
How are you ? I hope you are looking after that lovely baby of yours well. I expect he has grown quite a lot by now. I was sorry to see you go, I had enjoyed your stay here, but I was sorry you had so much trouble and
so many disappointments, but still I expect you are much happier now.
I hope all your family are well. If you have a spare snap of your son I would like one sometime please, just to keep in memory of my days in Brocket Hall and the lovely babies there.
I must close now as its getting late
With all best wishes and good luck.
Yours very sincerely
F. W. Irene Snelgrove S.R.N.
10. From Patricia Evans - received 16th April 2010
My mother always told me I should be proud of where I was born as it was a rare privilege for commoners to be born at a Stately Home. She went on to tell me how she stood on a bridge over looking over a stream which lead into a lake, there she wondered and wished with all her heart she would have a daughter. I guess that wish came true.( I wonder if that was the bridge in the illustration )with that story she also told me, I was put in a crib and placed under a window with shutters, there was thunder storm was raging and every time the lightening flashed I screamed ( today I am still very afraid of a storm ) I wonder why ha!.
11. From Yvone Davies, Hatfield - received 5th August 2010
I was born at Brocket Hall on 18.8.1947 . My name is Yvonne Davies. I have been to a few functions at the Hall organised for the babies and also before that at a company anniversary dinner when we had the run of the house and young Lady Brocket attended pre -drinks. My mother and I and my daughter have attended a tea party together with my sister. I'm still living in the Hatfield area having moved from Harrow when I was six. My mother Gladys Irene is still living and will be 93 years old in October. My parents retired to Eastbourne and my father Frank Cecil died aged 86 years old in 2001. Brocket Hall has always had a family feel about it for me and I have regularly visited the grounds and house over the years. I feel I'm a real Hertfordshire hedgehog and proud to be a Brocket Babe.
12. From David Gallagher, Portland, Oregon, USA - received 5th February 2011
"Desperately Seeking Susan" born 30th March 1947 in Brocket Hall, but subsequently adopted. Your biological relatives would like to make contact, David email@example.com
I am writing with perhaps an unusual request. I am trying to trace my first cousin who was born in Brocket Hall on 30th March 1947 as Susan Groupman. However, due to family circumstances at the time, she was put up for adoption and the family lost contact with Susan. I assume that Susan's surname would have changed, and possibly even her first name, however, presumably her birth date would be preserved through the adoption. So I am wondering if there is any way you can help me post a story or message through your web site to see if we can find Susan and reunite her with her surviving family (should she be so interested).
13. From Sheila Rabson - received 18th May 2011
I see from my birth certificate that I am a Brocket baby. I was born on 30th January 1947. I know that I was born on the landing as another mother was making a lot of problems in the delivery room. My mother was told to ring a buzzer when she felt things were imminent: she rang twice but no-one appeared so got off the trolley and started to walk towards the delivery room. She caught me as I was born and screamed loudly to get a nurse to appear.
14. From Steve Gordon - received 5 August 2011
I'm a Brocket Baby and only became aware of the "babies" website after emailing Jeanette yesterday. My details are: Stephen Robert GORDON born 22 November 1947. My mother is Margaret Doris GORDON. We've lived in Australia since 1952 and I'm about to make my first trip "home". And, by chance, our first day in London just happens to August 30, so we'll be able to come to Babies Day. I live in Perth, Western Australia, where I work as a radio announcer at talk station 6PR.
I spoke to my mum about it yesterday (she's nearly 90) and she remembers staying in a hostel (2 houses joined together) near Brocket Hall - about a mile she reckons - where they had to make the beds, do the dusting, peel the spuds and prepare the vege's for the cook. On Friday 2 or 3 of them would walk up to Brocket Hall to collect the fish for that night's dinner. When she went into labour, she was taken up to Brocket Hall by ambulance. She'd originally gone up to the hostel (from Palmers Green) by Green Line Bus.
15. From Roger Humpidge, - received 21st February 2012
This story from Roger comes after a long series of emails between us (David and Rosemary) and Roger and his wife Janet going back to December 2010. Roger was adopted and had no trace of his mother, but by amazing coincidence Rosemary found a letter from Roger's mother in her late birth mother's belongings. The story goes on from there so please click here to read Roger's lovely story.
16. From Richard Coughlin - received 24th November 2012
February 1947 was an unusually cold time with plenty of snow. When I was born at Brocket Hall, my father was unable to visit my mother and I, as,owing to deep snow drifts, there were no public transport links from London. My father was quite impatient to see us, so he set out on his bicycle from Old Street in London, managing to find a way around the snow drifts. My mother remembers nurses and doctors ice skating on the frozen lake at Brocket Hall. Before being taken to Brocket Hall, my mother stayed at the ante-natal hostel in Elm Gardens, Welwyn Garden City. Those remaining at the hostel, sent a telegram to the family of the expectant mother being moved to give birth at Brocket Hall. Mum was at the hostel with 11 other expectant mothers; Mrs. Reader, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Williams, Mrs. Green, E. Wilkinson. Hazel, Floss, Alice, Margaret, May, and Phyllis. A few days after mum was moved to Brocket Hall a water pipe burst in the hostel causing a lot of damage. New expectant mothers were arriving at the hostel to find no hot or cold running water and the boiler not working. When mum was discharged from Brocket Hall, she went by taxi to Welwyn station where there was a huge fire lit in the waiting room, So mum and I felt really warm for the journey home.
17. From Jacqueline Lines (Tadworth, Surrey) - received 4th March 2013
What a memorable day we had with you at the Brocket Babes day. I shall never forget the grounds and the trees with the frost on them. We loved the fact that we could wander around the house. I asked my mother what she remembered about her stay in 1947. She said they left London on a coach and stayed in the village. She also said although my Father was only in Enfield at the time he worked in London and visiting times where very restricting. I asked her how fathers got to Brocket Hall from the station or bus stop and how I was taken from Brocket Hall but she cannot remember, there must have been taxis or a coach as I cannot imagine carrying a new born from the house all the way through the grounds to find a bus stop or station! She remembers taking me home on a Green Line bus and it seemed ages that she was there as I was 2 weeks late. She had my brother in the new City of London hospital 3 years later in Hanley Road Islington and 16 years later I had my son there . Thank you for arranging such a wonderful day and superb lunch.
18. From Noreen Lucas (Swindon, Wiltshire) - received 15th March 2013
My son, Michael Lucas, was born 16 October 1947 at Brocket Hall. When my son was due (my first child) not long after WW2, I seem to remember that our local hospital had been bombed and there was no maternity unit. I was first taken to a cottage hospital at Old Welwyn where we were looked after by an elderly lady - possibly sent there by my doctor. We had to go for a walk each day and then, when our pains started, someone telephoned for a taxi and we were taken to Brocket Hall. I believe that Brocket Hall had been taken over to be used as a maternity hospital.
I had heard that Lord Brocket had been detained because of his friendship with Herr Von Ribbontrop (?) At Brocket Hall, I shared a room with a Mrs Freeman - an older lady who thought she could not have children, and then had a daughter at Brocket Hall. The room we shared was large with ‘birds of paradise’ wallpaper - we were told it was hand-painted. Our room, it seems, had been Herr Von Ribbontrop’s dressing room when he used to visit Brocket Hall. At that time Green Line buses served the county towns of Hertfordshire and passed quite near to where we lived by the Enfield Highway. My most vivid memory is of just prior to when my son was born. I was sitting on a wicker commode, happened to look out of the window, and saw a woman wending her way down the very long drive of Brocket Hall. It was my mother. Oh dear, had she come to give the staff grief?
19. From Gillian Gall (Christchurch, New Zealand) - received 24th September 2013
I was born at Brocket Hall, even though it was after the war. My brother John was also born there in 1945.
My mother tells of palatial bathrooms of marble and sweeping stairs - very grand. She was billeted in nearby St Albans (I think) before being moved to Brocket Hall for our births. Interestingly the parish boundaries changed between my brother's birth and mine. He was born in Codicott and I was born in Lemsford even though it was in the same building!
I am now living in Christchurch New Zealand.
20. From Peter Clarke (Connecticut, USA) - received 6th October 2013
I was born at Brocket Hall on 25th October 1941 - I was the 1000th baby born their - because of this my mother was presented with a shawl that was hand knitted by Queen Mary who was the wife of King George V and would be the grandmother of Queen Elizabeth II. I believe I also have a hand written note from her and I will look for it. My mothers name was Lily Clarke and my father Joseph Samuel Clarke. Because of being the lucky one to be number 1000 they felt that luck would attend me for the rest of my life - although I don't think I have ever won anything I have remained in good health and have had a happy life - that's probably not luck but it's good enough for me. One amusing thing my mother told me was that in the delivery room there was a government poster that said - be careful what you do Hitler may be watching you - I now live in Canton, Connecticut in the USA.
21. From Phil Whiscombe (Norfolk, UK) - received 9th December 2013
I had a chat with Mum this morning and as I feared regrettably she has no recollection of having met Mabel Fuller. Actually it appears her time in Brocket Hall was all a bit of a blur. Apparently I was due on 12th September but in late August Mum tripped over a kerb in North Finchley and fell quite heavily. Things then started happening quite quickly (appears that having been so rudely disturbed I was anxious to arrive!) and she was whisked up to Brocket Hall where I made my appearance on the 30th August. She has little recollection of her stay apart from the poor food.
Soon after giving birth and feeling a bit sore she with 2 or 3 other Mums had smoked a surreptitious cigarette by an open window in the ward. Shortly afterwards a rather severe nursing person came in and challenged them as to who had been smoking – they replied that it must have been the smell of bonfires burning outside and that explanation seemed to satisfy. I don’t think she broke the rules again! Within the week she was back at home so never really got to know anyone particularly well although she did write to one other new Mum soon after but never received a reply and she cannot remember the name after all this time.
22. From Patricia Saunders - received 27 June 2014
Thanks for your e-mail David. My mum died early this year and was not very forthcoming about certain aspects of her life. Mum's name was Freda Alma Bennett and she lived in Islington with her mother during the war. She remembers her time in 'digs' with fond memories and always told me I was born near the shredded wheat factory as she could smell it where she was. I understand the mothers were transferred to the hall just before the birth and when we went to the hall for the afternoon tea with other mums and babies she showed me the room in which I was born. It was all boarded up during the war and she could see rabbits and pheasants from the window. After mum gave birth she returned to the digs before returning home. Hope this helps sorry I cannot give you any more information.
23. From Pauline Wakeford (Godalming, Surrey) - received 30th June 2014
My parents moved into a new house in Welwyn Garden City when they got married, having lived in London all their lives. They endured the war years in this house and my mother invited two of her sisters to stay, as Welwyn Garden City was considered safer than London. My memories of Lemsford school are precious. Whilst I was there I sang a solo in Lemsford Church and on another occasion acted in a production in the church, taking the part of a witch with a very authentic cackle! Having returned to Hertfordshire sometime ago I visit regularly and always take the route into Welwyn Garden City via Lemsford, passing the gates to Brocket House. I have fond memories as I pass especially as I used to go for cycle rides in the grounds when I was growing up and for lovely walks with my first boyfriend. The grounds were very natural then but unfortunately nothing stays the same! I have always considered myself to be a little bit special and I proudly tell people I was born at Brocket House!
24. From Anthony Wood (Dartmouth, Devon) - received 30 October 2014
My mother was Marion Violet Wood, nee Popplestone. She was living in Palmers Green, London N13 and shortly after my birth moved to East Barnet. For many years she worked as a telephonist at “The Times” newspaper. She lived in East Barnet until her death in 2001. She was very happily married to Stanley Wood with whom she shared her life for over fifty years. She reminded me many times that I was born at Brocket Hall - our claim to fame!! She kept a “Baby’s Days” book about me. It shows that I was born at 15:55 It also contains a Certificate of Baptism showing that I was baptized at Holy Trinity Church, Tottenham on Sunday 16th November 1947. The minister was called Rev. Stephen Fell. I now live in Dartmouth, Devon with my wife, Caroline. We have 5 children and 9 grand-children. My brother, Alan, still lives in the family home in East Barnet. Unlike me, he does not share the fame of being a Brocket Baby.
25. From Diane Tyrrell - received 16 January 2015
I recently came across the Brocket Babies when looking on Brocket Hall website as I wished to visit it now that it had reverted back to a hall. I tried to visit it years ago with a friend but it was a secret missile base then so was disappointed as I am a Brockett Baby too. I was born on 23 January 1947 when my mum was staying there due to the fact that my father was stationed in the army nearby. I remember mum then Dorothy Mary Baird, telling me about how she had to climb up onto the gold throne like toilets with her bump and also when they laid in bed there was mirrors all around, so they were constantly reminded about their “bumps”. She said it was very grand. When I was finally born at 5.30 am on 23rd January 1947 it was thick snow so my dad could not get to see me. Apparently my mum’s nurse was very kind and called me blossom – I wonder if she is still alive and remembers this. However it is sad that I have found out about this 2 years too late as sadly mum passed on 14 January 2013. She would have been thrilled to learn about this history. I have become really interested in this and have been reading up on it and hope that I will be able to get to a reunion one day and see around the place where I was born.
26. From Maureen Murphy (Ireland) - received 10 May 2015
Hi, just looking up Brocket Hall for my grandchildren when we discovered there is a world famous Brocket Baby group. My mother, who is 90 in September gave birth to me there on the 13th September, 1947 and always said I was her birthday present! She still has great memories of her time there, the staff and the girls she became friendly with. She also remembers the loos being like thrones. I love to claim being born at the Hall is my claim to fame!! My birth certificate with Brocket Hall as my place of birth is one of my treasured possessions. My mother's name is Queenie Ivy Thompson and I was Maureen Thompson before marriage. Looking forward to being kept up to date. I would be very happy to hear from any other "baby". I do believe a classmate was also born there around the same time. As I recall her name was Lynda and her family were from the Caledonian Road area of London. Maureen
27. From Annette Code (British Columbia) - received 10 May 2015
I am a brocket baby born June, 1847. My mother was Evelyn Marie Setters, the first baby born in the new town of Welwyn Garden City. Her father was a bricklayer and worked on the New Town, they lived at 8 Elm Gardens and then stayed there for the remainder of his life. Mum was given a loving cup and was Sir Ebenezer Howard's god child. The cup is held at Mill Green Museum. From Hertfordshire we moved up to Anston (Sheffield) and from there to British North Borneo as it was called after which we came to Vancouver, Canada. Annette Code
28. From Pauline Fleming - received 11 November 2015
Received from Pauline after we added her stillborn brother to the list of Brocket Babies.
Thank you. I am sincerely grateful. I have written a short story as follows that reflects the situation:
It was a pleasure to attend the recent ‘Brocket Baby’ Lunch with my daughter, Cheryl. We met some wonderful people, with interesting stories. My mother, Annie Williams (nee Morgan), who sadly passed from this life on December 14 2014, delivered a ‘Brocket Baby’ in 1947 and named him Peter. The baby did not survive and the death was ‘stillborn’.
I have tried to gather information regarding the birth/death records, and the whereabouts of the burial ground where the baby was laid to rest but unfortunately all the records are said to have been destroyed by fire. I know the anguish my mother suffered, and it is difficult to imagine that there were other young mothers who also ‘lost their child’ either at birth or shortly after. It must have been utterly devastating for them to leave Brocket Hall without their child. It is unimaginable the trauma the young mothers endured ‘not knowing the place of their child’s final resting place. The impact has meant there has not been closure. The good news is that by coincidence, at the lunch, we met Mrs Norah Pardey (the midwife). She assured me that a great deal of care and dignity was paid to those babies who were sadly stillborn. Mrs Pardey also said she could probably count the number of stillbirths on one hand over the years she was there. She asked me to give her a ‘peck on her cheek’ and told me, ‘not to worry’. It was our very good fortune to meet Andy Chapman, who gave a special talk to all the ‘Brocket Baby’ attendees about the history of Brocket Hall. Andy lives locally and after hearing ‘our story’ he very kindly offered to take us on a visit to the local cemetery in WGC called Hatfield Hyde. Based on the theory that undertakers in the 1940s would have laid stillborn babies to rest in the coffin of the next burial they attended, the evidence suggests my brother, Peter, would have been buried at St Johns. Further research indicates that ’The area records 62 babies born but sadly died later (the youngest 5 minutes) there is no written record of stillborn babies being laid to rest but it makes sense that the area we visited which was used to bury the stillborn babies is possibly baby Peter’s final resting place.
It is with deep gratitude and appreciation to Andy in his determination to help us to bring closure to this sad story. I would also like to thank David and Nora Pardey.
29. A Photographic Memory from Janice Fullman - received 9th August 2016
Many thanks to Janice Fullman for taking her photo album to the Brocket Baby Day and to Brocket Hall for passing copies to us.
The photos show her mother Doris holding Janice at Brocket Hall in August 1947.
30. A note from Nick Ring - received 7th October 2016
Thanks for the latest list of brocket babies. When you have time, could you add my address to the list: Kings Langley, Herts
Unfortunately, my mother died at the ripe old age of 99 and I only became aware of your Brocket Babies website after her death. She said I was born 3 weeks late and when my father came to visit her at Brocket Hall he remarked that I looked like a drowned rat!!
Many thanks Nick Ring
31. A story from Carol Markussen - received 15th March 2017
I had come across your website and contact information and thought to share my family's story. My Mom (the late Lesley Ann) was born at Brocket Hall on January 6, 1947. My grandmother, Petra Berthine Markussen (Norwegian) was working in England packing parachutes. I remember hearing her proud stories of Mom's Brockett Hall birth. My grandmother named my Mom after another lady's husband (Leslie) who was visiting her in the ward. Soon after they both returned to Norway then years later immigrated to Canada by boat through Pier 21. Not much more was mentioned of the circumstances of her birth. I was privy to my Mother's birth certificate (by my grandmother) before her passing. Kind Regards, Carol
32. An article sent in by June Helps - received 19 April 2017
Ginny , as she is known, was born in Kensington on 16th April 1917. She worked at Waterlows banknote dept where she met her husband Victor. When the war broke out, he was sent to De Havillands at Hatfield Aerodrome for reserved occupation as an A.I.D. inspector. During this time they lived in Hatfield to start with and then moved Stanborough Lodge. Ginny worked at Murphys Radio coil winding dept until her children, John born in 1945 in Welwyn Garden City and June born in 1947 in Brocket Hall, which was used as a Nursing Home at that time. After the war her husband returned to his former employment as a geometric lathe operator at Waterlows in London engraving bank note patterns. In 1949 the family moved to New Malden Surrey until 1969 when her husband retired and they moved to Limerstone on the Island. In 1984, after husband died, she moved to a bungalow in Rookley where she lived happily and had wonderful friends and neighbours, in particular, Jean Nunn who lived across the road . In 2015 June 15th Social services moved Ginny to Autumn House after she fell and broke her hip and she became less mobile. The family would Like to thank Janice and all her team at Autumn House for the great care they show to all their residents and the wonderful home they make for Ginny and the lovely party that they put on to celebrate her 100th birthday.