#BlogFlash2013 Day 14 – Home

When you think of home, it conjures up warm images of family, safety, security and love. Some of us think back to our childhood’s, to happy times shared. Some of us will ponder on the homes we have now. But not everyone is lucky enough to have had a loving home . . .



Terry’s hands trembled as he penned his memoires. He recalled the beatings dished out for the slightest transgressions, the lumpy, uncomfortable beds and lack of blankets. He remembered tears shed at night in the long dormitory housing thirty boys, and Christmases where, if you were very lucky, you received an orange; also, the hand-me-down clothes which never fitted quite right, the rough towels and the smell of the awful soap.

Most of all, he remembered the lack of kindness, compassion and love.

As he gazed around his comfortable room, he shuddered at the memories of growing up in a children’s home.



24 thoughts on “#BlogFlash2013 Day 14 – Home

  1. Pingback: #BlogFlash2013- Day 14- Home | Donna L Sadd

  2. Wow, your writing is so powerful. I, too didn’t have a good life growing up but I’ve worked hard creating that happy life for my own children.

    • Thank you, Candy. I’m so sorry you didn’t have a good childhood, but kudos to you for rising above it and making sure your children do.

      This post is based on real events – it’s actually my father’s story (or a very small part of it). His father died before he was a year old and his mother couldn’t afford to keep her two youngest children at home, so they were placed in a children’s home. My dad was only about fourteen months old at the time and he stayed in there until he was old enough to get a job (which was about fourteen years old in those days).
      He rose above it, and was the kindest and most generous and loving man I’ve ever known. My dad’s name was Terry.

  3. Very touching piece especially being based on true events. So glad to know he over came his tragic beginning and come out of it a total opposite of how he grew up. Thank you for sharing!

  4. Everyone would agree that children’s homes are dreary and not the homelike environment we all crave. It makes me wonder if there are any positive, warm stories out there anywhere about someone growing up in such a place.


    • I’m sure there are happier stories, Linda, especially when legislation came in to protect children more, but life in these sorts of homes in the late 1920’s and through the 1930’s were quite cruel. loveless and sometimes brutal. My dad lived through it and he wasn’t given to exaggeration – if anything he tended to play things down.

    • It’s painful to think of how abandoned he felt as well as how the children were treated. However, I’m so proud of the man he became and how hard he worked to overcome his tough start in life.

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