Frances (76 yrs) died today. Alone at home. No relatives. No friends. Born 1939.
Born very poor. Dad died in 2nd world war. Mum went out in snowstorm for food and died in a ditch.(1947)
Frances was taken with disabled brother to live in a small holding with an aunt who ignored them but enjoyed the foster money. She lavished love on her own kids. A jealous Frances played up. Aunt called the Police who arrived in a Black Maria and took these terrified children to an old folks home. A year later they transferred to a childrens home.
At 15 years she was unruly and prone to fierce tantrums. She and her brother were transferred to a mental hospital in Glasgow. In 1977 they persuaded the same aunt, now elderly, to take Frances again. Brother moved to unknown destination. She was carer to the aunt until she died in 1990, but could not read and had taught herself decimal coins.
She came to me in 1990 saying she had no money and was hungry. She ate my lunch ! DHS had stopped her payments as she had not gone to "Sign on", which she could not do because she did not know how to get on a bus to get to them and could not read their letters. (Which they knew !"
As a social worker I sorted it out and had her re-housed from a hovel to a lovely little house. I taught her to save and over time we redecorated and bought new furniture.
I was told to close the case but pointed out that she would slowly get into a mess again with no one watching out for her. Still told to close it but I saw her anyway !
I retired but still looked after her, Had her for many Christmas dinners and took her to the Coronation St set and Scarborough.
Over the last 20 years I had to step back as I became carer for my Dad, uncle and son.
She became alcoholic and had Altzimers. She always had a quick unreasonable temper and accused people of stealing from her.
No relatives, no friends.
She was expecting me over to take her for a lounge suite once the Sales started. I had wrapped her presents last night.
Today I am arranging her funeral wihere only Stuart and I will be mourners.
She loved to giggle and adored animals......and Stuart.
Spare a thought for Frances please. So few people did.
She Lived and Died and Nobody Cares.
Born very poor. Dad died in 2nd world war. Mum went out in snowstorm for food and died in a ditch.(1947)
Frances was taken with disabled brother to live in a small holding with an aunt who ignored them but enjoyed the foster money. She lavished love on her own kids. A jealous Frances played up. Aunt called the Police who arrived in a Black Maria and took these terrified children to an old folks home. A year later they transferred to a childrens home.
At 15 years she was unruly and prone to fierce tantrums. She and her brother were transferred to a mental hospital in Glasgow. In 1977 they persuaded the same aunt, now elderly, to take Frances again. Brother moved to unknown destination. She was carer to the aunt until she died in 1990, but could not read and had taught herself decimal coins.
She came to me in 1990 saying she had no money and was hungry. She ate my lunch ! DHS had stopped her payments as she had not gone to "Sign on", which she could not do because she did not know how to get on a bus to get to them and could not read their letters. (Which they knew !"
As a social worker I sorted it out and had her re-housed from a hovel to a lovely little house. I taught her to save and over time we redecorated and bought new furniture.
I was told to close the case but pointed out that she would slowly get into a mess again with no one watching out for her. Still told to close it but I saw her anyway !
I retired but still looked after her, Had her for many Christmas dinners and took her to the Coronation St set and Scarborough.
Over the last 20 years I had to step back as I became carer for my Dad, uncle and son.
She became alcoholic and had Altzimers. She always had a quick unreasonable temper and accused people of stealing from her.
No relatives, no friends.
She was expecting me over to take her for a lounge suite once the Sales started. I had wrapped her presents last night.
Today I am arranging her funeral wihere only Stuart and I will be mourners.
She loved to giggle and adored animals......and Stuart.
Spare a thought for Frances please. So few people did.
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