excerpt from 'My memoirs of Dr. Barnardo's home' pp. 20 (90 words)
excerpt from 'My memoirs of Dr. Barnardo's home' pp. 20 (90 words)
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There was a time when I had a little tin musical box from my own Mother for a present, naturally I played and played it, in the end I had it taken away. Without any warning it was put on the fire with my Christmas cards. Did I carry on? Of all the mean, horrible things to do to a child. I worshipped my own Mother, and then to have the few treasures she had sent me destroyed, I cried for days, but it could not bring my treasures back. |
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