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Record #4667
Name :
: Robert J. CLAPHAM (1914 - )


Father
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Mother
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BMD and other details
Date of Birth
: 7 Sep 1914

Marriage (1)
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Marriage (2)
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Date of Death
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Abode (1) : Place of BirthEngland, London, Clapham

Home for Mothers
Abode (2) : Place of Death / Burial
Sailing Information
Date of Arrival
: 24 Mar 1924
Country
: Canada

Ship
: Cedric

Placement Family
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Homes / Agencys
Institution (GB)
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Agency
: Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)
NotesThe following was written by BHC Robert J. Clapham in 1997 when he was 83 years young.

"I was born on Monday September 7, 1914 in a special "Home for Mothers", in a town called Clapham, which is South West London, in England. I was given the name of Clapham after the town.

At the tender age of six weeks, I was placed in a foster home in Lewisham, South East of London. My Godly Foster Mother took care of me and other children until she was called Home to her Lord and Savior, on a Sunday, January 31, 1926. I was with her for fourteen years. There were other children, besides myself, but I was with her the longest; except another boy whose name was Kenneth Allen Alexander. A boy and girl lived with us for quite a long time. Then there were others, for shorter periods of time.

She was very good to us children and gave us lots of discipline, which I am very thankful for today, for as I look around I see lots of spoilt children. There was one drawback, it was that a few years before she past away, a married daughter came to live with her, for the daughter's husband had past away. This daughter had a great spite on us children and was always scolding us for no good reason at all. She was like an old witch and I can tell you the reasons why. Our foster mother cared more about us than her own Grand Daughter.

When my Foster Mother passed away, they did not tell us kids, but we noticed the neighbours had their blinds drawn down, when we came home from church. She had passed away in hospital. We couldn't go to the funeral either.

After this, we knew for certain that us two boys had to be put into an orphanage, which did not make us too happy. Our Foster Aunt, the one who had come to live with us, kept scaring us by saying that if we did not behave ourselves, she would put us in a Home. She was still bitter that our Foster Mother had cared for us more than her Grand Daughter. The other boy, Kenneth Allen Alexander and myself were very heart broken after losing our Foster Mother, for she had been very good to us. After her passing, we knew for sure where we were headed for. That was to go into and orphanage. The worse part, was us two boys were separated, for we went into different homes. Kenneth was the first to go. I was left for several weeks, until preparations were complete. I never saw that boy again after that.

On a Saturday afternoon, March 27, 1926, I was taken to this orphanage, which was in a place called, Bethnal Green, in North East London. I was homesick for weeks and you would have been too, if you had been in my shoes. The orphanage was founded in London, England, not too far from where the Salvation Army began. It was a poor part of London. The people were very, very poor. I will say this though we got a very good religious training in the home. It was a Methodist Home, called National Children's Home and Orphanage. Its founder was a Methodist Minister by the name of Rev. Dr. Thomas Bowman Stephenson. D.D.LL.D. He also started the Deaconess Movement in the Wesleyan Methodist Church. The women were called "Sisters" and wore a uniform, just like the women in the orphanage.

The "Sisters" in the home wore a badge, which was in the shape of a lifebuoy. Inside the Lifebuoy was a Bible on one side and a Dove on the other side. The wording on the Lifebuoy read "TO SEEK AND SAVE THAT WHICH WAS LOST". Meaning that we were lost as for as parents were concerned. We had a picture in our dormitory. It is a banner or a flag surrounded by a lifebuoy. The words on the lifebuoy read "TO SEEK AND TO SAVE THAT WHICH WAS LOST". On one side of the banner was a "Lamp" and on the other side was an open Bible.

We school boys had to learn a text, from the Bible every week. The text was three or four verses long and we had to say them from memory to the sister, every Friday at teatime, before we could go out and play. It got that some of us never had the text learnt, so what did the Sisters do? Well! We had to learn it and on the following Monday, at teatime, say it to her before we could go out and play. You know? One of the Sisters seemed to take a delight in giving us long verses to learn. Well! One Monday, a certain Sister gave us some extra long verses to learn. So I said to the boy beside me, "Don't you think we got enough to learn at school?" Well the Sister heard me and said, "What did you say?" So I had to repeat what I had said to the other boy. Then she said to me "You know what you can do after you have learnt the text?" I said "No sister." She said, "Instead of going out to play, you can go to bed."

Lo and behold! The head Matron came into the dormitory and asked me why I was in bed. I had to tell her, but she did not scold me like I thought she would. I thought she would be cross, but she was not and said to me, "Next time, keep your tongue in the side of your cheek."

I still missed my Foster Mother. I was very homesick. Day after day it lasted. It's an awful feeling to be homesick.

We were well looked after in the Home, I will say that for them. We had to go to Sunday School and Church twice every Sunday. There was only one thing missing and that was a parent's love and from what I can see, there are not too many children today, who are getting that love from their parents. I know as I was a Crossing Guard for almost nineteen years.

When I was living with my Foster Mother, I was brought up to go to Sunday School and Church twice on Sunday. I might just say that the year my Foster Mother passed away, I was awarded first prize for Diligent Attendance at Sunday School. I had gone 51 Sundays out of 52. Twice each Sunday. The Sunday that I missed, I was sick, so they gave me full marks.

In February, we were given the opportunity to go to Canada, to work on the farms as child labour. The idea of getting out of the home and a trip across the ocean on a big liner seemed to fascinated us. I will say this - that as I was walking down the gang plank, when we were coming off the ship, we were wishing that we were going back home, and to our amazement, that's exactly what we found out. To our despair we found out our mistake too late! I often think of the way that we were treated on some of the farms that we worked on.

We left England on Saturday, March 16, 1929 full of hope, but that was soon dispelled later on. We left Liverpool at 4 p.m. on the liner, RMS Cedric, a sister ship of to the Celtic, which we saw on the rocks as we passed Ireland. We arrived in Halifax, Sunday morning March 24, 1929. After a very long delay in customs we boarded the train, bound for Hamilton, Ontario. The worse part of our journey was this - we never got a solid meal in all our journey, just sandwiches, here and there. We finally arrived on Tuesday morning like a hungry pack of wolves, and I'm not exaggerating one bit. I'm quite sure that the people that were bringing us over here got a solid meal and not just sandwiches, and they call themselves Christians, big deal! That's one of the reasons that we grew very bitter at times and you would have felt the same way, I bet! We were just orphans, big deal! I call it baloney!

On Wednesday morning, the first day after we arrived in Hamilton, the farmers started to arrive at the Home to see about getting a boy to work for them. They took us into a big room and started to look us over. In the afternoon, one farmer interviewed me and thought that I would suit him. I was the first to go and to tell you the truth, I was not too happy to go. It was just like being at an auction sale, as if they were looking for a prize cow or a horse. You may laugh but it was no joke by any means. Just how would you have felt, if you thought that you were a slave, no less. Many nights I cried myself to sleep. It was a saddening experience leaving England, to go to a strange country, then having the farmer's children making fun of you; the imbeciles.

I was very homesick for a whole week. Many nights, I cried myself to sleep. It was a saddening experience, leaving England one week to go to a strange country without knowing a soul and to top it off, the farmer's children could do nothing but make fun of us. That, I will never forget as long as I live. Many of you have not the faintest idea what it was all about. They say that life must go on, which is quite true, but it makes you wonder sometimes if it's worth it. Some people have the nerve to tell us not to worry about it, but just how would you feel with that kind of treatment.

I spent one whole year at the first farm that I went to, with the exception that in the summer I had to return to the "home" for a month as I had kidney trouble. There was a contract signed between the home official and the farmer. One night, when I was in bed, they came to take me back to the farm, which made me very upset, once more. On Sundays, the farmer and his family would have company for dinner and as usual I had to eat in the kitchen by myself. Do you know? That one Sunday the minister came for supper. Three guesses where I ate that Sunday why of course I ate with them the first and last time that I ate in the dining room. Not that I worried, as long as I got fed.

When I went to work for this first farmer, I was supposed to get eight dollars per month. In the Fall, one night, when everybody was out I looked in his desk for some writing paper and an envelope, and what do you think that I found why a new contract! Lowering my wages to seven dollars per month. They kept it a secret. Do you wonder that I got bitter at times? You are tempted to say, "It was only a dollar." But listen: twelve times one makes twelve - am I right? I'm not that dumb, even if I was a home boy. Right! Don't you agree with me? Two years later I had the same trick played on me, by another farmer.

When my year was up with the first farmer, I went to work for a farmer at Nelson Village. I should say it was a woman that I was working for. On the Saturday, unbeknown to me, she went back to the home to tell them that I was no good. So on Monday morning, at the breakfast table she tells me to pack my trunk after breakfast, as she taking me back to the home, with no explanation whatever.

In the afternoon after lunchtime, another farmer came to the home looking for a boy to go and work for his wife, in the house. The girl she had was no good for in the afternoons, all she could do was powder her face, and not find any work to do.

This farmer had four children, and besides being a farmer, he was an electrician, installing the hydro in the farmers' barns and houses. So he needed a man to help him. Then he had to have another man to look after all the chickens. Then he had another man to look after the general farm work. Then there was me.

While I was working for this lady, I had to go to St. Joseph hospital for a week, as they found out that I was anemic.

I forgot to mention, that I just got five dollars per month (= approx. $55 in 2002) and my board. In the spring, the man (from the home) said that I was not getting paid enough, so they took me away. Actually, I hated to leave for I was enjoying myself there with the young people.

My next job took me to a place named Rock Chapel, not too far from Hamilton, but this place turned out to be the worst place that I ever worked at. I was ill-treated, abused and ill fed. I just hated this place. I was very glad when my year was up.

My job in Copetown turned out to be the best place that I ever worked at, also my job at Mt. Hope was my last job. At my job in Copetown, quite often I was asked to look after their children, whenever they went into the city. On Mondays, I had to help the farmer's wife with the washing machine, as they did not have an electric one.

My next job was working for a mink rancher, raising minks for fur coats. He also had a pair of silver foxes, and a couple of nutria. I stayed with him for a couple of years. Then a friend of mine got me a job at the International Harvester Company, with a Christian foreman, helping to make farm machinery. It was hard work overtime but rewarding, as I was earning more money and my weekends were free, unless I had to work overtime on Saturdays. You see, they were doing war work at the time, that's where the overtime came in.

To end up my life, after retiring from The National Harvester Company, I worked as a School Traffic Officer, at a school crossing in Westdale, Hamilton. Due to two injuries on my left leg, I had to retire at the age of 80 years young."

Copyright Robert J. Clapham and Pier 21 - Canada's Immigration Museum. 
ContributorsCreated : 2009-02-05 18:16:54 / From original database

Last Updated : 2009-02-05 19:24:31 /

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14478 ABRAMS, Leopold1885ENG,     Apr 1895 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12851 ADDISON, Gertrude1886ENG, LAN, Manchester May 1899 : Dominion CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
6912 ALLEN, Frederick1878ENG,    , Paddington Mar 1891 : Sarnia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12923 ALLEN, Harry1885ENG,     Apr 1897 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
15653 ALLMARK, John1879ENG,     Mar 1889 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos) allmarkc  
13004 ANDREWS, Thomas1887ENG,     Apr 1896 : Scotsman CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
26330 ANNIS, Florence1888ENG,     May 1902 : Dominion CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12950 ARMSTRONG, Richard1887ENG,     Apr 1896 : Scotsman CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
5755 ASHBROOK, Marion1895ENG,    , Prestwich May 1906 : Tunisian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
8640 ASHBY, Letitia Jane1909ENG, CHS, Birkenhead Jul 1925 : Athenia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
8639 ASHBY, Rebecca Ida1911ENG, CHS, Birkenhead Jul 1925 : Athenia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
22309 AYRES, Charles ENG,     Mar 1891 : Sarnia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
22308 AYRES, Edward ENG,     Mar 1891 : Sarnia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
16177 BAILEY, Samuel1882ENG,     Apr 1893 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
14442 BALDWIN, Walter1881ENG,     1895 : - Unknown - CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
5467 BAMBER, John William1899ENG,     Apr 1912 : Victorian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
14437 BARKER, Samuel George1884ENG,     Apr 1895 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12995 BARLOW, John Thomas1886ENG,     Apr 1896 : Scotsman CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12953 BARLOW, Walter1886ENG,     Apr 1896 : Scotsman CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
19834 BARNWELL, Louisa1894ENG,     May 1908 : Corsican CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
19835 BARNWELL, Minnie1896ENG,     May 1908 : Corsican CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
12901 BARRETT, Mary1882ENG,     Apr 1897 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
9828 BARTLETT, Selina1881ENG,     Mar 1891 : Sarnia CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
13010 BATES, George1882ENG,     Apr 1896 : Scotsman CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
18406 BEALE, Alfred1895ENG,     Apr 1910 : Victorian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
18409 BEALE, Alfred1894ENG,     Apr 1910 : Victorian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
18414 BEALE, Lawrence1897ENG,     Apr 1910 : Victorian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
8899 BEARDMORE, Arthur 1885ENG,     Apr 1895 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
14456 BEARDMORE, George1886ENG,     Apr 1895 : Vancouver CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
19786 BEAUMONT, Margaret1897ENG,     May 1911 : Tunisian CAN Marchmont Homes (now Barnardos)  
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