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On the NCH diet, some boys did need a belt to keep their trousers up.
Average daily intake of foods in the National Children’s Home, Harpenden
Note – 0. means less than an ounce.
Meat, bacon and fish 2.7 oz
Meat, fish pies and puddings 3.6 oz
Cheese dishes 0.6 oz
Puddings 7.2 oz
Potatoes 4.6 oz
Vegetables 2.5 oz
Fruit 1.7 oz
Bread and other cereals 15.1 oz
Cheese 0.12 oz
Eggs number 0.26
Sugar 0.88 oz
Preserves 1.09 oz
Fats 0.09 oz
Milk (pt.) 0.65
Calories (Cal.) 2660
Protein 83g
Fat 96g
Carbohydrate 366g
Calcium 1.3g
Iron 15mg
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In later years the amounts of food improved, but there was still a budget to keep. The rate for 1970.
FOOD
A record of expenditure for each flat will be kept under this heading and will include milk, fish, bread, meat and vegetables, as well as the weekly food ordered from Cullens.
Whilst a substantial diet should be provided, every reasonable economy should be taken under this heading, and full advantage should be taken of fruit available from the gardeners when in season.
As a guide the food allowance will be as follows per week.
Children £1.10.00 (£1.50)
Staff £2.
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Question–: what is the best diet for a child with epilepsy?
I have a child whose seizures are seemingly under control and now i am concerned about her weight? The ketogentic diet is not what the doctor says she needs at this point but what is the best thing to consider. Her hieght is four feet nine inches and she weighs 152. I know this is too much for such a small frame and at the age of twelve so what would you suggest to be the healthiest diet ?
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Answer by Jessica
The healthiest diet would be what is recommended for every child, balanced meals and plenty of excersise. You can ask your GP to give you information on this. This is a good site to check out: nttp://www.nhs.uk/Livewell/loseweight/Pages/Loseweighthome.aspx
If the weight gain is a side effect of the Anti Epileptic Drugs (AEDs), you should speak to the Neurologist and discuss other treatments. Many AEDs have weight gain as a side effect and some such as Topamax often cause weight loss, others like Lamictal do not generally have an effect on weight.
There might be a different drug more suitable for your child if you believe her weight problems are related to her medication.
DO NOT STOP OR REDUCE AEDs WITHOUT CONSULTING A DOCTOR!
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Sentimentalist that I am, I must say the eating statistics are interesting, but what I wonder is why is the little lad in the wheelbarrow? Nothing ailing him, I hope.
The boy in the wheelbarrow was just getting a lift, as he was small he just fitted in, apparently they were going over to the long jump sand pit to rake it over and give it a tidy up, rather than to bury him..
On the rare occasions when the Superintendent and the Deputy were away at the same time, I was left to do the fortnightly food ordering and was given a budget to work from. If I overspent, then next order would have to be restricted and I would be in the "dog house" for a while. Even more peculiar was the clothing monetary allocation which was divided into sections; school clothes, leisure clothes, footwear and (an odd one) protective clothing which didn’t include anything useful that the kids needed! We did attempt to buy wellingtons and waterproofs under that section but were reprimanded for attempting to cheat the system!
The NCH set the allocation of funds for the year, although most notes were made up into three month periods.
The Sister that looked after me, had 21 years experience and never ran short at the end of the period, the next Houseparent, often blew most in the first month and the next two months could be a little restriced. Luxuries like toothpaste in a tube and white soap were not really within the budget, and as for soft toilet paper, then that did cause money shortages.
Footwear when outgrown or damaged was returned to the main store, as there was little difference in style of items it was quite easy to make up a pair of shoes or a pair of wellingtons from better parts of worn out items.
Second hand clothing or donated items did not come out of the household budget, so unless we were going outside the grounds of the Home most of our clothing had seen better days and several other children.
Having to take the large numbersof worn out odd items down to the incinerator and have a bonfire was a chore, but it could be fun, allowed to have a bucket of parafin at the age of nine meant extra fun.
I don’t think the Sisters had to allocate any item to a set section, but knowing our Sister she would have argued that wellingtons and waterproof clothing was for protection for doing our chores, rather than as play clothes or school clothes, which we would also use such clothing for.
Having been at that branch for almost twenty years, there were few that wanted to question her decisions, even the gov let her have her own way for most of the time.
Memories are strange things, have no recollection of how items like soap and toothpaste were purchased, guess there must have been some code or other against which they would have been allocated. I do remember budgets were a real chore, but thankfully I didn’t often have to worry myself too often about them as I wasn’t high enough up in the staff pecking order! (3rd from the top actually!)
Oh dear, I have worked twice as a houseparent, first for a year right out of college, and then on a summer (which was stupid of me, because I was kinda depressed at the time and the home was experencing difficulties, bad combination).
Anyway, what I wanted to say is: "And I thought we were short on money", Toothpaste a luxury, wow. I bow before your sister
It was toothpaste in a tube that was a luxury in the mid 1960s.
We were normally supplied by Sister with toothpaste made by Gibbs, it came in a small metal tin.
It was in a solid block form, you had to wet your brush and then rub it on this solid block of what had the makings of a mint block of concrete, it would then go into a slight foam, this you would then clean your teeth with.
As the advert said in the 1950s "All action, no waste! A tin of Gibbs is concentrated dentrifice in solid block form".
Toilet paper had been the standard greasproof paper type, ideal for putting over a comb and blowing through, but not much use for anything else.
Soap was a standard household cleaning bar by IBCOL, normally used for washing clothes, but ideal for removing dirt from small boys.
The blocks were originally supplied as a long bar of three units, this was broken into three before use, it could also be made into small chunks if it was to be inserted into our mouths after the use of bad language. I can vouch for its tastes as let us say ‘Soap’.
Soap was purchased months in advance by the Sister and allowed to go rock hard before use, that way it lasted longer.
"Izal" toilet paper – type that in your favourite search engine and read all about it’s inglorious past!
In its defence, in conjunction with wallpaper paste, it makes an excellent final covering for papier maché as it leaves a very smooth surface ideal for painting. When I used to make model railway landscape, this is what I used to cover the chicken wire used to form hills!
Our outside toilet always had Izal hanging on the back of the door, the softer stuff just used to expand and become limp in the damp atmosphere and would be useless for purpose when required, needless to say we never used the outside loo for serious purposes!
Living with my mother, Izal was the standard product up to the mid 1960s before the softer stuff purchased at the local supermarket stared to creep in at times.
In the Home due to cost it was a more economy version of Izal paper that was purchased, the same quality of product that was to be found in public conviences of the time.
Whilst stiiting on the toilet, you pulled off a few sheets and made them less hard by rubbing and gently screwing them up, which eventually made it a slightly softer product.
The luxury of the most economy soft grade of paper when the Houseparent took over was sheer luxury.
Custard powder, none of that fancy Birds product, more like a universal mix named ‘Custard Powder’ always produced a thin result, possibly water and milk helped it that way, a slight vanalla taste, fine for hungry children, but would not have won any of the awards except for best pudding of the week, the runners up in no particular order.
Sago, salmonella, tapioca, rice (milky), rice (solid baked – road menders quality), blomange, baked cooking apple.
Other than the baked apple, a spoonfull of jam helped most of the other puddings.
Remember, when coring the apple before baking, make sure you leave a few pips in for added enjoyment later.
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Who can you spit a pip across the dining table at another child, without Sister seeing you?
Sago was like eating frog spawn. semolina was slimy, don’t remember tapioca and rice was, well just rice pudding, my Mum was (and still is) expert at that, always a good result.
As a result of trees and bushes growing in the garden we had an overdose of gooseberry, blackcurrant and apple based puddings when I was young, consequently I would now prefer not to eat any of those!
I was in Barnados at an earlier time and our ‘arrangements’ were less sophisticated than most of the above. Almost all our money came from donations – where the kind ladies, gents and children put their pennies in the collecting tin. We didn’t starve, but we were always hungry – thank goodness for school dinners! We used Gibbs toothpowder – or salt if there wasn’t any left. Izal toilet paper was the de facto product, although cut up newspapers were often used (there were no doors on the lavatories). Withdrawal of rations was sometimes used as a punishment i.e. sent to bed with no tea – and that really was a punishment – I would rather have been caned!
Sometimes, when I tell people of my experiences, they look at me in disbelief – I don’t know whether you find the same thing.
On the whole, life was good, for many better than if they had remained with parents etc.
It was the rules that were possibly the worst, often written years before, little was done to change them in later years. Many in today’s world seem a little silly.
For Barnardos, there was a rule book of 1940 see
http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=13&pno=0
(half way down the page)
For most it was freedom that we sort, for those in the 1960s, we went to ordinary day schools, our friends could do things out of school hours, for us from the Home it was like returning to an open prison.
Barnardos -The official rules. Were they always followed?
A cane should only be used when all other methods have failed, and when it is quite clear in the mind of the Head of a Home that it is absolutely necessary.
These conditions are the rules of the Homes : It must be administered by the Head of the Home or by an officer of the Home in his presence and under his direction. If the Head of the Home is away on holiday or sick leave, it may be administered by the second-in-charge to whom such authority has been specifically delegated for the period.
It must not be administered in the presence of other boys. It must be administered in the presence of a third person who should be the second-in-charge (or other senior officer) and of nobody else.
A record of every case must be fully entered, dated and signed at once in the " Punishment " book. The reason for the caning must be stated.
It may not be done under any circumstances to boys under seven years of age or those who are physically or mentally afflicted or temporarily in a Hospital or Convalescent Home.
The boy must be wearing his ordinary clothes, and must not in any circumstances be tied down.
Generally two or three strokes should be sufficient, but the maximum shall not exceed six for boys under fifteen or eight for boys of fifteen and over.
I wonder if he NCH had a similar set rule book.
From what I experinced it seemed if rules were often made up only after you had done something wrong. "It’s against the rules to………"
I wonder if I could have used their comments "Philip: A Strange Child" as giving me the escape route from physicaly punished as grading me as ‘mentally afflicted’.
As to caning in the presence of other boys, I wonder if this would have applied if all 12 of you were been done at the same time – a present one Christmas from the deputy gov. during a Sunday School lesson.
As to sending you to bed with no tea, it proves you were a young child.
Their rules.
"This should be used only with discretion, and a child should never be left in a dark room or dormitory alone."
"This punishment should not be used for older boys. There are obvious dangers in leaving a boy for any length of time alone in bed unless he is asleep. "
I think that rules tend to be ‘ interpreted’ by members of staff and are not always followed to the letter. For example, on a day to day basis a book was kept to list the misdemeanors of individuals; those reaching a certain total were caned on Friday evenings. For the most part, this was not carried out by the head of the home, neither was he present. I think it’s a little like the CP regulations in schools where only the head or designated other was allowed to administer punishment, but in practice, all the teachers hit the kids in one form or another.
I will say that at my Home there was very little casual punishment – it all happened on Friday evening and, although there was some slipperiing (no doubt against the rules) it was the cane that we felt most. Bear in mind that I was in Barnados from 1948 – 1956, staff were often temporary and untrained to any great degree. I have no complaint, they did the best they could with what they had.
I know this might be going off slighly at a tangent, but one of my historical contacts has just posted this picture of the most formidable school teacher, thought you ought to take a look: http://www.flickr.com/photos/abermaw/4293106128/
I have to say, that one of my teachers looked like that, she was a dragon and used to slap us boys on the backs of the legs if we didn’t read correctly to her. We used to have to stand at her desk whilst she listened to us read, and if she didn’t like what she heard she’d slap us. My slapping was received not because i couldn’t read what was in front of me, but because I was so timid she couldn’t hear me!
Tangents, arr we be going to do maths….
Thankfully, I don’t think I had any teachers that were as foridable as the one shown, however looks are not the main item, some very nice looking teachers could be equally strict.
In five years in infant and junior schools (12) it meant I had 12 different teachers only three of these were men.
I think I experienced almost every form of female teacher known to small boys. I did have a couple of nice female teachers, but these happened to be teachers that didn’t really try to educate me, rather than to let me coast along, only those children that really were disruptive got their attention. The teachers that got the best out of me were men, and in reality they were the softest in hitting us, it was the females that often had to show us that they were the boss.
As to the teachers not hearing me, I think they could hear me, but I tended to talk very fast and would have a non local accent (except for London) so they could not understand me.
By the time I had done 5 years and 12 teachers in infants and juniors, I think my next five years of senior school when I went through five more teachers, only two thankfully were female, was slightly more stable of one a year.
So the next comp, find a photo of your worst teacher, or the worst you managed to avoid.
Easy, teacher mentioned above, 5th photo down!
http://www.opobs.co.uk/mainsite/schools/classphotos/oldcastle/ol...
Arrr… Looks like a lovely gran………?
But why is the boy in front allowed to hold her cane.
The boys in the front, in their regular positions?
My brother is one of those on the floor! He has no idea what they were acting here, doesn’t remember it at all!
My goodness, that lady teacher does look fearsome, opobs! She looks the type who would scold while she slapped – ‘you SLAP naughty, SLAP boy SLAP etc. I think the combination of schoolteacher and chapel member is deadly – ’spare the rod; is always preferred to ‘love they neighbour’. We had a male teacher who used to rejoice in smacking the backs of our legs; shorts would be pulled up to reveal an expanse of bare thigh and then…particularly bad on a cold, frosty morning!
I have been looking for pictures relating to Barnardos for some time, but there doesn’t seem to be much available – pity really.
The most infamous female teacher in England in the 1950s has to be MISS AUDREY MARGARET JEFFS who at the age of 23 was taken to court in 1954 after beating her entire class of 38 children with a blackboard pointer.
The blows varied in their position from the calves of the legs, knee joints up to the thighs, and to the buttocks in various cases. Some were beaten six times, some less. All the thirty eight children had ugly red weals on the backs of their legs.
She won her appeal against a conviction for assault.
Originally fined £1 and ordered to pay £5 5s. costs by the Northampton borough magistrates last November on a summons alleging assault on a nine-year-old girl. But yesterday Miss Jeffs heard the Northampton Recorder (Mr R.E.A Elwes, Q.C.) say this of the day her class were naughty at Stimpson Avenue Primary school: Indiscipline reigned on the class that day. I conclude that what Miss Jeffs did was not excessive punishment.
For full story see almost the bottom of the page at
http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=12&pno=0
including an update from one of the boys in her class who she beat.
Actually, she was the only teacher that I recall ever hit me, two years later in the top class of junior school the male teacher used to smack the boys on their backsides in front of the whole class but I never received such treatment.
Once I went on to secondary school it was emotional punishment that was doled out and I was made to feel very inferior and insecure. The worst one of all was the maths/sports/games teacher who hated me as I wasn’t interested in maths/sports/games and I spent much of my time lost in a daydream in his class or hiding in the roof of the shower block during games!
Hmm, you two were busy replying whilst I was typing: scold slap, slap, slap, scold, slap was exactly what she did!
As to photos of Barnardos,
the only ones I have found relate to St Christophers at Tunbridge Wells, one of their Homes for the younger children, many of who went on to be adopted.
see:
http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=22&pno=0
At least physical punishment of the slipper or the cane was soon over, rather than the long drawn out punishment of getting told you were useless etc in front of the form for most of the lesson.
Although I might have prefered to do extra written work, I can see now that some tears and general hatred of the teacher for a short while did give me plenty of extra time to plan and cause more trouble.
However the wasted hours during play time and dinner time waiting outside the headmasters office to be seen was possibly worse than the actual hits at junior school.
There is no doubt that I was an emotional wreck in my early teens, so much so that one of my teachers suggested to my parents that I should visit a child psychologist, I never did, and didn’t know of that suggestion until 30 or more years later. I wasn’t interested in anything at all in school unless it involved wires and electricity or the guitar! After I got in from school and changed out of my uniform I came alive again!
Yes, emotional or sarcastic forms of punishments are always to be deplored – especially when they come from adults who should know better i.e. teachers. Used on children who are already on the edge, due to their circumstances, it can leave serious and long-lasting scars – old sins cast long shadows!
Mind you, kids can be cruel too – especially when the way you dress makes you stand out. Even though I was little, I can still remember kids calling me ‘workhouse boy’. A correspondent of mine who was in the Glenfield home a little before my time said that some kids at his school had a little song that went:
You’ve got no mum and you’ve got no dad,
You live in the workhouse and you’re bad, bad, bad!
Thank you for the picture link, Philip, I did find the home I was in among the Frith postcard collection – of all places.
Miss Jeffs sounds particularly severe – I wonder if something just pushed her over the edge that day? A teacher at my senior school was prosecuted for caning his entire first year class. He made them all bend over their desks and gave each boy two strokes – he was acquitted by the court and went back to work. I knew him a year or so later and can’t remember him whacking anyone.
Teachers did have their limits, most of the time we did know how far we could push them, it was just that it was then a minor thing that sent them off the deep end.
I was only involved in three entire class punishments during the juniors, the first one was when I was seven or had just reached eight, the entire form of twelve boys were given a couple of hits with the cane for treading ink around the form room.
The next was when we were to be all hit with the ruler for breaking a window when we had mostly been nine, it was just luck that shortly before we were due to be hit, we were found to be innocent.
The third class punishment had been when half our class had been away ill with some summer bug, our swimming lesson had been cancelled due to problems at the pool and we were given an ordinary lesson instead, we were in rather a poor mood due to having to do work that we would have to do again when the rest of the class came back.
We were given warnings, after this we were all given the ruler, some of us had already experinced the cane from this teacher, so we were actually disapointed to have the ruler, wishing that those who were always good, and had never expeienced even the ruler, would be given the cane for our deeds.
Even with the ruler we were reduced to tears, but it was then fun at the end school day, when we could show our friends from other classes our red marks on our legs and tell them that we had wound the teacher up enough to do the lot of us.
Life could be fun at school, it was just lessons that spoilt it.
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Those of us from the Home could be teased by other children at times, but as we could call on favours from older boys from the Home to sort out any child that teased us, it seldom was a real problem.
A few of the teaches could feel sorry for us, we just had to make sure we did not get to the "Teachers Pet Satus", a few of the teachers did not really want us at their school, they though we should still be locked away in our own school at the Home which had operated up to 1950, mixing with ordinary kids was not really how they wanted ‘their’ school to be.
I am sorry to have to admit to this, but I was a "teacher’s pet" when I was 8 years old and in the first year of junior school. I had the same teacher two years later when I was 10 so became the "pet" again. Miss Francis was a dear, smoked like a chimney, smelt like one and sounded like her throat was filled with gravel. She was my one saving grace in junior school and, surprisingly, I never got teased about it!
Izal shiny medicated toilet paper. Oh my God that brings back memories….
Is there a general site or particular NCH location where all your names are relevant to the individual photo inputs here. I apologise…I’m totally nonplussed about what NCH (there were lots it seems) is relevant to what bods are messaging here. Also, for vital archive need each photo MUST have some ref which says where it came from or a ref for us to contact the owner of the photo, etc. Otherwise, so many of these important archival photographic gems remain sterile of real meaning. I hope they aren’t just refs put here after being pulled out of a retrieved shoebox only to be returned again and shoved into some dusty corner while another unlabelled shoebox is rummaged through for more Flickr fodder to poke fun at. (LOL!)
By the way, Izal toilet paper (frequently utilised for tracing paper in a school art lesson) and, often printed with a pale indigo along perforated edges with "Now wash your hands" could be softened by scrunching a sheet up first, with, un-scrunching prior to application to one’s derrière. This provided that softer touch decades before soft loo rolls came along. If you resided in particularly pecuniary circumstances torn squares of newsprint sufficed pinned on an outside lavatory’s billhook…
And, since ‘we’re on loos’ – I spent school holidays with a rural foster mother who’s outside toilet (they were all outside in them days) wasn’t a flush one. Far less plush it was a case of sitting on a wooden bench with a hole in it which below received one’s daily delivery into a galvanised bucket already brimming of contents which was poured into the trenches of foster mum’s tended parsnips. Later, you never tasted more delicious vegetables in home cooked meals with homegrown ingredients! A little mid 1950’s country lad, if it was to be his turn of duty, might pinch his nose while he precariously lumbered his stinking bucketful, careful not to slop egregious contents over his sandaled feet, toward the gaping mouths of delighted ravenous garden vegetables. If you looked after your garden so well today you’d probably be prosecuted.
(And, coming back again after a re-read I’m reminded of that cycle of eating of defecating and, once more, ‘dining off a muddied land’ during a time when Crapper hadn’t reached certain conurbations with his chain-pull ablutions. In towns and cities where flush toilets came first was washed away all memory of ripening gardens dutifully soiled, fed and nourished by pail loads of human ordure.)
Many of the photos were either taken by the NCH or their staff or even the children, at the time all knew where they were taken, roughly when they were taken and who was in the photos. Over the years much of the information has become lost, but those in care at the time, often can spot where the photos were taken, roughly when it would have been, any in a large number of cases who was in the photos.
At the reunions these facts are often revealed to those who attend. Sometimes such info can then be added to the photos.
Thanks "theirhistory". You have such wonderful photo refs here. I just feel there needs to be absolute and concrete refs to refer so that viewers can go on to sites where your NCH photos originate…
Keep up the good work!
Sites with info on Branch Names.
http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=9&pno=0
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http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=11&pno=0
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http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=10&pno=0
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http://www.theirhistory.co.uk/70001/info.php?p=17&pno=0
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or for Flickr by Branch
http://www.flickr.com/photos/22326055@N06/sets/
But alas many names and dates were never recorded