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1. From Susan Sartoretti, daughter of Irene Grace - received 21st December 2008
I had a lovely day in August at Brocket Hall. Unfortunately, my mum passed away two years ago, and now I realise that there are so many things I wish I had asked her about her experience. My mum would have loved to have gone back to Brocket Hall, and my only regret is that we did not get in contact before - in fact it was only just after she passed away that we decided to go and have a look at the house, and spoke to someone at the gate who took my details. I do, however, remember her saying that one day Lord Brocket made a little "tour" of the ward looking at all the babies and talking to all the new mums, and my mum always said what a lovely man he was. I also remember my dad saying what a long journey he had to get to see my mum who I believe was there for a couple of weeks in all.
2.From Queenie Hammon, the mother of Janet Robinson - received 8th March 2009
I lived in Wood Green, North London and had to attend the City of London Hospital three times for antenatal care; twice during the earlier days of my pregnancy and once at eight months. As all was well, I expected to be taken to Brocket Hall for the delivery of my baby three days before the due date of Wednesday 28th January 1948. However, on Sunday the 18th, I felt pains in my back and an ambulance came and took me from North London to Liverpool Road Hospital, Islington. As nothing further developed at this stage, I was taken by ambulance, on Wednesday 21st January, to a Brocket Hall hostel in Codicote Road, Welwyn.
The weather was very cold and so was the hostel due to the fuel shortage of those times. At mealtimes the expectant mothers sat round a long table to eat but by the time the food arrived at the table, it was cold. Because it was not that long after the end of the war, there wasn’t a lot of food either. The fair apportioning of the food was difficult as nobody seemed to know how many people would be present for each meal and often some mums received more on their plate than others.
On Friday 23rd I went to Welwyn Garden City to look at the shops. Pregnant mothers were allowed to go to the front of the queue then for items such as oranges and bananas etc. As sugar was on ration we had to take our own to hospital.
On Saturday morning my waters broke, so an ambulance/car took me to Brocket Hall where labour began during the evening. Gas and air was available and my daughter was born about 6.30 the following morning during extraordinary weather conditions: snow and a thunder storm. During the labour I was given cocoa to drink to cheer me up! However, the cocoa was rather lumpy!
I spent about two weeks at Brocket Hall, much of the time in bed. There were four beds in my room which had a bay window and a beautiful view of the bridge. My visitors were able to come only on Sundays because there were petrol shortages and the journey by public transport was difficult from North London. The nurses bathed the babies and kept them in the nursery, not near the mothers. Despite the really cold weather one nurse frequently walked into the room and opened the window, saying that the room smelled of sick! Generally the nurses were kind. It was nice though, walking down the grand staircase, with a nurse carrying my baby, to go home.
I have been able to visit Brocket Hall twice now with my daughter, once in 1997 and again in 2008. It was lovely to be able to go back and see the beautiful surroundings in warmer and more prosperous times. Exciting too, to be able to find again the room in which I stayed for two weeks.
Janet also added:
My mother said that when she was at Brocket Hall no mothers were in the basement. That was in 1948, so whether during the war things were different, I do not know. Also, she said that masks were not worn and when we visited in 1997 she seemed to think that maybe the room over the main entrance was the birthing room but I couldn't swear to that.
Mothers spent between ten days to two weeks at Brocket Hall and most of that time they were in bed! How different from today's practice of throwing mothers out of hospital within hours of the birth, if possible!
3. From Gwen Womble - received 26 August 2009
Like a lot of people I did not realise where I was born, because when I asked I was told Welwyn Garden City as my mother had to be evacuated out of London, she lived in Crondall Street, Hoxton. Only recently did I find out that it was Brocket Hall but too late to get any information. The only thing she ever said was that I spoilt her Christmas dinner! Not sure why?
My brother-in-law is a chauffeur and has visited Brocket on several occasions and he told me about the plaque on the wall, only then did I get in touch to see if there were any photos of the time I was born, it was then I found out about the baby day.
4. From Mary Pinder, Ringwood, Victoria, Australia - received 12th May 2010
We lived in Welwyn Garden City in Knella Green at the time of my birth. I was born 2 months earlier than I should have to save my mum and my life as mum had (can't think of the name) but her blood pressure was dangerously high. I don't have too much information as both my parents have now passed away, but Dad always told me I was in a pink room and it was the room that a German General used to use for holidays as he was a friend of Lord Brocket, this was before the war from what I can gather, I wished I had asked more questions when my Dad was alive and written down what he told us as he had as brilliant memory.
It was lovely seeing Brocket Hall and I hope to be able to come again another year.
5. From Mike Marlow - received 4th April 2011
Sadly, my mother died in August 1979 at the West Middlesex Hospital after a long illness culminating in three heart attacks in the period from Easter to August. As with many people of her generation - she was born in 1905 - she did not share much information about herself with others and, unfortunately, that included me. Hence my finding your site by accident.
My father was present at the time of the birth but left my mother shortly afterwards. I never knew him but discovered that he died in 1998. I don't think that my mother's time at Brocket Hall was terribly happy, mainly for personal reasons but also because she did mention that, the day following my birth by caesarian section, she was operated on again to have a kidney removed. She had spent the period of the war in India and that had taken a toll.
6. From Susan Lampitt - received 18th May 2011
My mother's name was Irene Edith Riches (nee Gillard) and my father was Ronald James Riches. It was extremely foggy and my father was unable to make the journey from Upper Holloway to see me for a couple of days. Meanwhile my Maternal Grandmother Edith Rosina Gillard managed to pay a taxi driver £5.00, from East Ham and beat her son-in-law to Brocket Hall to see me before he did ........this remained a source of irritation between them for many years to come! My mother told me about a huge mirror that she walked past, while in labour, to get to the bathroom. The toilet itself had steps up to it and she said it was truly like sitting on "A Throne" !
From reading letters sent by my mother in 1948 it appears that I was the biggest baby at 7pounds 14ounces in Ward 8...........I never grew any taller than 5ft so it's nice to know that Brocket Hall probably saw me at my best!
7. From Caroline Greenhalgh - received 28th January 2012
I just found the website and want to let you know that I am a Brocket Baby born at 5am on 19 August 1948. My full name is Caroline Mary Greenhalgh, (nee Tuchmann) and my mother, who sadly died in April 2010, age 85 was Gwyneth Mary Tuchmann (nee Walder). She was an art teacher and potter. My father was a research chemist and metallurgist, he worked for Phillips in Brixton and died in 2006. He was a German refugee who came to London with his family from Nuremburg, fleeing the growing Nazi threats in 1938 as his father was Jewish. My parents married in 1947 and lived in a top floor flat in Brockley, South East London. My maternal grandparents lived in walking distance across Lewisham Way in St. Johns.
I always seem to have know I was born in Brocket Hall. My parents had already decided to call me Caroline and it seemed even more appropriate when there was a portrait of Lady Caroline Lamb in her room. My birth certificate says registered in Lemsford. My mother told me she was there for 2 weeks and I have her letters to my father from that time. My dad had to catch various trains and buses then a Greenline bus to visit her. My family moved north to Blackburn in 1958 when I was 10 and as well as London and Lancashire I have lived in Yorkshire; Leeds, Pontefract and Keighley and overseas as an expat in Asia; S. Korea, Thailand and the East Coast of China.
In 1990 I wrote to Lord Brocket asking if I could visit the Hall along with my parents and husband. I got a lovely reply inviting me to contact them to arrange it. We had a marvellous visit and tour of the house and were given tea in the drawing room. It felt so special. Please let me know if you would like any further details, my mothers house has only just sold and I found the Brocket Hall brochure from 1990 which prompted me to search around internet.
8. From Bernard Rickwood - received 7th January 2013
I do not have a really different Story than that of others; however I do remember one thing my unfortunately deceased Mother saying, “I remember very vividly looking at the wallpaper In the delivery room and they really reminded me of Stukas sweeping down on the attack” I spoke to a previous manager of the Mercantile, and he seemed to think that the wallpaper still exists.
9. From Peter Nolan (Islington, London) - received 27th March 2013
My mother can recall sister Dolan, also two nurses who were sisters (by birth). Her stay was long, from the end of January to the end of March, she also remembers a room called the Peacock Room, a huge staircase down to the front door, another mother name of Mrs Brown, and a driver name of Mr Muncey who took the mums to and from a hostel.
Mum also remembers she was allowed to go for walks with visitors which was a good time to give the ducks her iron tablets! She lost a lot of weight and the two nurses who were related made all the alterations to her cloths to go home.
10. From Mary Fry (Surrey, UK) - received 4th November 2013
I was excited to see my name added this month to the list of Brocket Hall babies. Unfortunately my mother remembers very little of her time at Brocket Hall. She met my father (now deceased) on his way through Austria at the end of the war. He was in a tank regiment and stationed for a while near my mother's home. (A similar story to one added this month.) She came to England and married him soon afterwards. Her English was limited and she tells me that this added to the confusion that she felt in those early days. However she does remember cradling me in her arms and admiring my soft skin and sweet little face!! When my father visited, it was a joyous occasion for them both. I would like to add my mother's name to the list of mothers as a record that she was there, even though she does not remember many details.
11. From David Tandy - received 4th November 2013
I have read some of the stories now, but there is not a lot I can add. I knew from the start that I was born in Brocket Hall, and like many others, my birth certificate gives "Brocket Hall Maternity Hospital, Lemsford R.D." as the place of birth, and so I have "Lemsford" as the place of birth on my passport. Knowing the connection, I always followed the news whenever Brocket Hall was mentioned, and read "Call me Charlie" - Lord Brocket's autobiography - with great interest.
I have worked in Television all my life, and once when I was working for an American News organisation a picture of Brocket Hall appeared on the screen - it would have been about the time of Lord Brocket's sojourn at her Majesty's pleasure; so I remarked to the (American) journalist that I was with, that I was born in that house, which prompted a reply along the lines of "everybody has a story". It was some time ago so I can't now remember whether I explained to him how it had come about and that I was not a member of the aristocracy!
12. From Jennifer Ward (Tasmania, Australia) - received 1st December 2013
I was born at Brocket Hall on 28th August 1948, my name was Jennifer Landau. I am now married and live in Australia and am now Jennifer Ward. My mother told me that Lord Brocket (or whoever was in residence there at the time the war broke out) was a Nazi and that there were pictures/paintings of Nazi's (possible Von Ribbentrop) hanging on the wall and that these pictures had been turned round to face the wall. She believed that Brocket Hall had been taken over by the government and the owner possibly incarcerated for the length of the war. I do not know if these are accurate beliefs of my mother's but I do know I was born there, perhaps you can inform me of whether this information is accurate?
My mother is deceased, her name was Cissie Landau and I would be so happy to hear from anyone who may have been born at Brocket Hall at about the same time as me, especially if they still have a mother alive who may remember my mother or if any of the nurses are on the website and remember people whom they looked after. I was 3 weeks premature. My birthdate again is 28th August 1948. I live in the hills in Northern Tasmania in the mountains and bush, Meander our nearest village is 12 kilometres away, where I collect my mail from at the sub post office, our nearest town with a population of 3000 is called Deloraine.
13. From Roger Mason (Toronto, Canada) - received 16th April 2014
Finally, I have photographed the illustration of Brocket Hall that was given to me as a birthday gift nearly 30 years ago. The original illustration was a black & white page from the London Illustrated News which was published in the 1800’s (?). It was wash colour painted sometime in more recent years by an unknown artist. Apparently, this practice is quite common with LIN pages. In an attempt to date it, I tried using Google, but I couldn’t find the issue/page that my print was published in however, so I am still uncertain of the exact age of my print shown below in the photograph.
If any Brocket Baby has any information it would be good to hear from you.
14. From Joyce Bennett (Chesham, Buckinghamshire) - received 31 January 2015
Just yesterday, while talking to a friend of 51 years, we discovered we were both born at Brocket Hall. What a coincidence and surprise but to only find out after knowing each other for so long. I met her at my first job in London when she was 16 and I was 15. She mentioned your website. I was born there on 24th December 1948 to Mrs Lily Lucy English and I was christened Joyce Kathleen English. I was due on 31st December and my mother arrived with a neighbour (the week before Christmas) who was also due around the same time. Her baby was born the following day, 25th December. My mother remembers how beautiful the grounds were as she and the friend both walked round it one day only to be told off for doing so!
My mother is still alive at 95 and lives in Bicester, Oxfordshire, England. I spoke to her today about Brocket Hall but unfortunately she has very little memory of it although in the past I do remember her saying how beautiful the grounds were. She did say that the nursing staff said she should have held off my birth until Christmas Day but I wasn’t having any of it (I wanted my Christmas dinner)! My father is also still alive (he is 99) and he remembers that my mother was booked into a hospital in London for my birth but someone else took that place and there were no other beds which is why she went to Brocket Hall. How lucky were we? I am so pleased to have found this site. For years I have wondered about other people who were born there. I notice there is someone else also living in Chesham. Small world.
15. From Pauline Cornelius - (Florida, USA) - received 5 February 2015
My Mother lived in North London and was sent to Brocket Hall to have me, where she spent more than 6 weeks. She told me all about it from a young age. In fact, her favourite saying to me when I was growing up and wanting something expensive or grand was, and I quote, "the problem with you is you think you were born to be a Lady". A few years ago my friend and I went to Brocket Hall and they kindly showed me the rooms. My Mother always told me about the peacocks painted on the walls and the big sunken bath. It was wonderful to see these stories come to life as I wandered around the rooms.
Further to the information I sent you regarding my birth at Brocket Hall. My mother's name was Doris Emily Huson and our home then was Enfield Middlesex. We went to live with my paternal Grandmother, just before I was born. Previously my parents were in London. My father did not own a car at that time and had quite an awkward journey from Enfield. He always said that when he saw daffodils, he was reminded of me, as there was a long walk up the Drive to the House that was a carpet of daffodils at the time I was born. If by any remote chance someone wants to contact me, then please contact Brocket Babies who will pass your email on. I really look forward to getting the news updates and am just beginning to realise what a very special group of people I belong to!
I remember my Mum (Jean Galliers) saying that she and Dad travelled from Islington to Brocket Hall by Greenline bus and then taxi. I have forgotten his name now but she remembered the name of the taxi driver so perhaps he was local - was it a Mr Mumby or something like that? I recall that when she left Brocket Hall she took me home on the Greenline too!
I have a modern story for you. I recently went on a cruise along the Dalmatian coast in quite a small boat. There were 200 passengers mainly French and only 13 Brits. We Brits were all travelling with Voyage Jules Verne so we got to know each other quite well and I discovered that one of my fellow travellers, Roger was also born at Brocket Hall. I think the odds of 2 out of 13 of us being born at Brocket Hall were about as long as Leicester winning the Premier League! Roger was born there in 1943.
19. A Photographic Memory from Mary Fry - received 17th September 2016
Many thanks to Mary Fry for sending us a family photo with her mother taken at the Brocket Baby Day in 2015, sadly her mother passed away last December so we have added this image to provide a lasting memory of her mother returning to Brocket Hall for all the family.
20. A note from Alison Springford - received 6th December 2016
My mum Beryl Roberts was born on 22.10.1948 - she was actually born in the ambulance on the way to Brocket Hall - my Nan Prudence Roberts then spent the first couple of weeks of my mums life at Brocket Hall.
My mum often mentions this story and we recently had afternoon tea at the hall - after talking to one of the members of staff he very kindly told me about the Brocket Baby days that you have - do you have any planned for 2017 as me and my mum would love to get booked on.
Not sure if we would be allowed as technically my mum was born in the ambulance on Barnet Hill on the way to the Hall.
I look forward to hearing from you
(Ed. Well, that is certainly an unusual one, and as you can see we have added Beryl to the list of Brocket Babies, we are sure she would have been one of the 8,338)
My name at birth was: Sonia Condor Cranstone, born at Brocket Hall on 8th March 1948 My married name is Sonia Condor Grimes. I have a few stories about Brocket Hall.
My sister Lynne (also a Brocket baby born in 1949) and I have known since young that we had the privilege of being born at Brocket Hall. Our mother would often talk about it, and we were taken back on several occasions to see the place where we were came into the world. I remember that we could not get close to the house at that time and we viewed it with our father from a distance, peering through vegetation from a public road. There were daffodils in bloom in the grounds. I remember feeling a sense of attachment to the place, and was not a little disconcerted that we were not able to go up close which with a child's logic I thought should be our right!
Our parents lived in Bush Hill Park, Enfield, and our mother, Flora Cranstone is still alive and living at the same address aged 100. Sadly, she has now lost her memories of Brocket Hall, but always spoke fondly of her time spent there. The one story I remember her relating was that when nursing staff needed to take urine samples from the mothers, and found they were not forthcoming, the nurse would say, "I can see I'm going to have to do my little trick!", and went to the handbasin and set the water running, which mum assured us had the desired result. As recently as in the 1990's we three returned to Brocket Hall and had photos taken outside the wrought iron gates. Mum was always happy to reconnect with those happy times. I now live in Llanelli, South Wales, but often return to Enfield to visit my mother and sister Lynne who is her carer.
I am happy for any of this email to be used if appropriate for your news. Thank you for the work you do in maintaining this website. I can see the list is nearing the total of 1000. Maybe you'll get there soon! Best Wishes Sonia Grimes. (Ed. we did, just a few weeks later).
22. A story from Philip Cullen - received 20th September 2017
My sister and I were talking about Brocket Hall, where I was born, and we have been amazed at how much information and stories there are about the Brocket Babies on your website. We had no idea that such a concept existed and wondered if my name was ever recorded. Our mother was called Joyce Sheila Rosemary Cullen and she was 21 at the time and lived in Harrow Middlesex with her husband Dennis. We have only been back to Brocket Hall once but could not gain entry as it was a private residence but did read that another Brocket Baby wrote to Lord Brocket personally and he invited them around. How amazing was that. I do remember my mother telling me that the nurses wanted her to hold on as they wanted a Christmas baby. I think I therefore disappointed them by being born in the late evening of 24th December.