Ice Cream on Thursdays
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Jeanette Voyzey
This is Jeanette’s debut novel. She has previously written her autobiography Ice Cream on Thursdays (published January 2014) which proved to be very successful and would hope this fictional work will follow suit. Having been widowed in 2002, Jeanette moved to Bampton in Oxfordshire. She has three daughters and three grandchildren.
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Ice Cream on Thursdays - Jeanette Voyzey
Copyright © 2014 by Jeanette Voyzey.
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Rev. date: 01/24/2014
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Contents
Preface
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Just A Final Note
We are all given a bowl of ingredients to stir—it is our life. What we do with this is down to us. We have choices to make, places to go, highways to travel, crossroads to navigate, all of which makes us the individuals we become. There are third-party influencers; however, to whom we choose to listen is for us to decide. We are responsible for our own destiny. We may have guidance from those who think they know better (maybe they do). However, is it better for them or better for us?
It is worth remembering that oysters turn their little irritations into pearls. This quote attributed to American poet and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) sums all this up perfectly: ‘Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.’
I would like to dedicate this book to my three daughters, my grandson and two granddaughters.
And Dr Thomas Barnardo.
PREFACE
I have written the following to try to make some sense of the endless letters and notes on my early life, which I obtained from Barnardo’s. There have been stories written by others who grew up in childrens’ homes which I have read with some understanding. My records from Barnardo’s, covering my life from losing my mother to meeting my future husband, were archived, and therefore, some of the print is hard to read. The one emotion I felt during my life was defiance; however, until I was old enough to know the meaning of the word, I couldn’t label it. Everything written in my records is, of course, pertinent to my life. I had hoped that if I am lucky enough to find a publisher, I could include copies of some of these letters. However as they were printed from microfilm they are not clear enough to reproduce. We all have a story to tell, and I hope this will be of use, historically speaking, to future generations of my family.
This is not a ‘woe is me’ tale; it is a simple description of survival against the odds. Many people worked behind the scenes to enable me to be cared for; however, a lot was missed by them. It seemed to me, reading the endless letters between the authorities, they did their best with what they had. Remember, this was the 1940s/1950s. I was one of the fortunate ones. I did go off the rails a couple of times, and I wasn’t the easiest child. However, in my defence, I was reacting to the circumstances in which I found myself. The biggest problem was that once I started fighting (which was what I felt I had to do), when life did become easier, I didn’t recognize it. I made many mistakes, and at times I found it hard to respond to kindness. However, I have written just a potted history of my life and times growing up, and although I could maybe have said a lot more, I feel that embellishing and overdescription are not necessary.
As I grew older, I became more and more confused, but at the same time I wanted to give rather than receive. I suppose, at a young age, I thought everyone struggled as I had. I wasn’t worldly wise even though I thought I knew it all. That is the one thing I had in common with most young people. I never lost the defiance and fighting spirit. I still have it to this day, some fifty-five years later. I don’t think I acquired the humility which I see in a few people today. Sometimes it is a help, sometimes a hindrance. Outwardly, I have the ‘glass half full’ and optimistic nature. This belies the struggle underneath for emotional security. I find it hard to relate to people’s insecurities and do not suffer fools gladly. However, at odds with myself, I do have empathy for my fellow human beings and would always be there for anyone in trouble. Some people complain about having elderly parents to care for at a time when they want to do things for themselves. I just say, ‘Thank your lucky stars you still have your mother or father or both, value them.’ As the saying goes, ‘If you have a mother, cherish her with care. You will never know how much you need her till you see her empty chair.’
CHAPTER ONE
I gazed at the door in front of me, shiny black paint. This time it held no terrors. Uncertainty, yes, as to what lay on the other side, but no distress or tears. There was just the ground floor available to see. As it stood, this place was so different to the reality all those years ago. How could I put into words what this house had meant to me? It was my home, my stability in an ever-changing world. Cambridge Cottage was one of the few remaining houses left at the children’s Village Home. I had been given an invite to attend Barnardo’s centenary celebrations and was hoping to maybe meet up with some people who shared my time here. I was asked if I would like to write my name against the