The ups and down of life

David Swinger came into Barnardo's when he seven years old after a nomadic life on the streets with his mother.
Despite good and bad times, he says he's still very grateful to be part of the largest family in the world.

In 1934, when she was 18, my mother was thrown out of the house by her father because she
was pregnant. He didn't want the shame and instructed every member of the family never to
speak to her again. She moved around looking for work, cleaning and scrubbing floors, with
her baby Margaret. I was born in 1940, when she was living with a man who beat her. Mother
left that man and we moved around again until she died of TB in 1948.1 was found in the room
with her dead body. Goodness how long I'd been there or what state I was in.

I have all my papers and I know then that Margaret and I went to stay in a small village north
west of Newcastle called Ponteland where there was a workhouse and asylum. It was a terrible
place. Around this time my sister Margaret went to live with a vicar and his family and
was later adopted. Eight years ago I went back to Ponteland with my grandson. It is now
offices for the Northumbria Police and one of the officers there showed us around. When I
saw the back of the building I felt dizzy and couldn't breathe. I nearly collapsed - though I
didn't know why it had evoked such a strong response in me. We went to get a cup of tea so
I could regain my composure and then I apologised and said I didn't know what had happened.
The policeman told me I had nothing to apologise for. He said that other people who had
come back to visit had had a similar reaction. It was obviously a place of terrible memories.

We had no papers so nobody knew who we were, but somehow my grandfather was traced.
He said he had no daughter and no grandson. He never visited or saw me, and signed me over to Barnardo's.

In 1948, soon after my new life began at Barnardo's. I was sent to Stepney with a chaperone, who hardly spoke to me. I had to wait
in a large room full of other children and their chaperones. I was then examined from head to foot and sent to the store to get some
clothing. I remember it so clearly as though it was yesterday. I was literally terrified. The building was huge and dark and no one
explained why I was there or what was going on. I remember the first night as my most frightening ever, being left alone in a room
high up in the attic. I cried myself to sleep.

The next day I was taken by my chaperone to Boys' Garden City at Woodford Bridge, with its lovely wee cottages. It was possibly
one of the best days of my life. We had food - my first taste of mince and potatoes -and had a glass of milk before sleeping in our
own beds, four to a room. It felt as if the sun had come out. We were treated like children and to me at the time, it was the best place
on earth.
For someone who had virtually lived on the streets, I can remember the details so clearly. I remember the line of poplar trees, the l
ittle fences, the grass, the trees and the flowers.

Later I was sent to Abingdon, where I deteriorated psychologically. The couple who ran the home, Mr and Mrs Gibbon, had a
Victorian approach. He even wore wing collar shirts. It was like a military establishment. We were known by numbers, not our
names, and we were put to work constantly, cleaning the house and clearing the grounds. We were marched in military style to school
and back each day.

In 1951, the superintendent and his wife just disappeared and were replaced by Walter and Edith Brampton. They were the complete
opposite and ushered in a new era. They had a son and a daughter of their own and they knocked down a wall so we could all sit at
one dining table together. Mr and Mrs Brampton sat half way down the table with us boys and their children
around us. It was awfully strange for us and, at first, we had a lot of suspicions, but they were absolutely marvellous. The house had
a family atmosphere. It must have been very difficult for them, as we must have been some of the most aggressive boys around.
We were not used to anyone.

They even raised money through another charity to take us away on holiday. I remember sleeping on the floor of a village hall for a
few nights and going- to the seaside. They gave us pocket money and allowed us to walk into town. The three years at Abingdon with
them were absolutely marvellous.

Finally I went to Goldings, where I learnt the printing trade and took to it like a duck to water. Then at 15, Barnardo's moved me on
into lodgings and an apprenticeship. I felt incredibly lonely. I actually had nobody. At the end of the working day everyone went
home to their families, but I could either walk the streets or go back to my room. I became depressed and felt suicidal at times.

In Barnardo's, you are a member of a group and as a child you cling to the feeling of being secure within that group. I decided to join
the navy and that felt the same. I felt fine for a long time, but the feelings of loneliness and depression crept in. For two weeks, when
we had annual leave, I had nowhere to go.

It was at a dance hall in Plymouth where I met the girl Mary who became my wife. We married in December 1963, in snow and
blizzard conditions. Moving to Scotland, where she was from, I worked driving a "shunting" lorry and bulldozer. Then I saw an advert
for a hospital, looking for ex-servicemen with knowledge of security. I applied and started working as a nursing assistant. It was a
psychiatric hospital, in those days more like an asylum run by prison staff. I learnt so much there though and was seconded to another
hospital to become an Enrolled Nurse, going on to train as a Registered General Nurse in my 30s. I became a Charge Nurse, finally
working as the Senior Clinical Nurse for Forensic Psychiatry for the Secretary of State for Scotland.

Mary and I had two daughters and worked hard to improve our way of life. In 1976, my wife
became sick with kidney failure. She became ill again in 1998 with breast cancer, so I stopped
work to look after her. By 1999 she'd had a mastectomy and was much better so I started
working again, this time as a builder with my daughter's partner. We built extensions, everything.

When people ask me about Barnardo's, to put it bluntly, I say 'they put a stick up my backbone
and made me stand up straight'. Without these homes, children like me would have been lost.
The older I get the more I appreciate what they did for me.

David Swinger Boys' Garden City 1948 Abingdon 1949-53 Goldings 1953-55

David Swinger today

David Swinger entering Barnardos

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