My birth certificate was issued on 22nd April 1937. What's unusual is the stamp
in the corner. It’s of Prince Edward…in line to succeed the throne...but as later
revealed he never was crowned king...making my birth certificate I think, a rare
I lived in Spital Tongues, Newcastle. During air raids people in the area used
the Victoria Tunnel for safety. The entrance was situated on the edge of the
town moor and runs underground through Newcastle to the Ouseburn on the
There was bombing around Newcastle, as along Scotswood Road there was a
munitions factory. For safety, when I was six years old, I went as an evacuee to
Wallington Hall. Sir Charles and Lady Mary Trevelyan had opened their doors to
evacuees. I stayed there for two years and have very fond memories. I was one
of the youngest children there. I shared a bedroom in the hall with three other
girls .There was a four poster bed, but we slept on camp beds. We had our
meals in the Main Hall. Each morning the girls would assemble for breakfast, any
post or parcels were put on top of the piano, we all hoped there was something
for you. After dinner in the evening, occasionally Lady Trevelyan would play the
piano and we would dance around the maypole in the centre of the hall. Neither
wonder my mother used to say I had ''too many high and mighty ideas'' I wonder
The river Wansbeck ran at the edge of the estate and Lady Trevelyan used to
take us swimming there. I can clearly remember her in a black knitted swim suit.
I also remember sitting on the lawn shelling peas for cook and having them for
dinner in the evening.
Christmas 1944, I spent at the hall with three other girls, everyone else had gone
home to spend Christmas with their family. The four of us had Christmas dinner
with the cook and her staff. Then after dinner we each received a box of sweets
that had been sent from America (a treat in the war years). We were then
entertained in the afternoon by Lady Trevelyan's grandchildren, they were
staying at the hall for Christmas.
They performed a pantomime put together by themselves. In all it was a
Christmas to remember.
I honestly believe my time at Wallington, for me, was character building and I've
always been confident and able to stand on my own two feet.