I was lined up to be sent out as child labour back in 1960. As the child of an unmarried mother I was taken out of London where she lived to a little country hospital as it was then. Only my Grandad stepping in kept me here.
I have since met another guy born the same year as me in the same hospital that was migrated?
I'd forgotten about this until today. It also reminded me of actually being officaily classed as a bastard and teachers refffering to me as such.
Not that long go really.
lucky bastard you are 😳
You were lucky.
I have some friends in Oz who were transported (for lack of a better word) as children. Definitely a raw deal because a lot of the places they were sent were just looking for cheap child labour rather than caring about the welfare of the child.