Damage to "War
Janine's family was thrown into turbulence by
upheaval caused by the 2nd. World War, never to follow a smooth
course again. Alice Collier, Charles' mother insisted that her
family was torn apart.
- and Worldwide skirmishes do a lot of damage to families.
Fathers, sons and grandfathers, are taken
away and put into the various forces, armies and navies throughout
the world. I ought to know, because mine was one of it’s victims.
War - not the
various Airforces, Armies and Navies, is responsible for the chaos
upon this Earth. War rampages across and ravages this beautiful
Earth. Like a dreaded Wild Beast, it feasts upon the souls of many.
War- is the
undisciplined forces, not the above various Forces. The
discipline of the various Forces is good for men.
Training the mind and body for the complexities encountered
throughout life. After all, Christians are likened to "soldiers".
A poem by
family was ravaged by war,
father, for years, she never saw,
he did come home, demobbed,
confessed she never knew him.
would stutter “Go away, Baggor, Angor!”?,
her hiding place under the dining room table.
the wheel of his bike showed,
would kick it, bellow, and guffaw.
three years of age she could barely make sounds
cerebral palsy victim of the War,
was often called "spastic",
the children of the ignorant.
War time - My
father, while in service during this wretched war, in Cyprus, Cairo,
and Egypt, while waiting for the Japanese war, at Rangoon, sustained
a permanent back injury after being knocked off his bicycle. He was
preparing for the cycle races out there.
war time - My father, a keen cyclist, found himself in an Egyptian
hospital, laid out for two and a half weeks. Six weeks he was laid
off from the Airforce. An aircraft engine fitter,
and Sergeant, he became war's latest victim.
War sores - My
father was very young, newly married, and now had a great scar to
carry. The rest of his life would now be blemished by a back injury
that could have easily been avoided, if there had been no war.
Leonard Collier married Ivy Ethel Melinda,
compassionate leave for that special occasion,
met, four years before,
the girl of his dreams just before the war.
was a young Airforce cadet,
principle cavalry trumpeter he became,
played, from memory, all the principle solo parts,
he knew well. 0n music he did not dwell.
stood his ground, as another asked for her hand,
firmness won her over, "Me or him" he ejaculated,
the front wheel of his bike between them.
Ethel Melinda knew
Charles was the one for her.
Time - At the time of my writing this, my father is lying in a
hospital bed, after having an huge operation on his oesophagus;
cancer had set in. He could not eat properly. They took his spleen
and part of his pancreas. My mother had to take up driving again
to visit him in hospital. My brother, who has been ill for years,
sat beside her. Brian had been the best driver in the family. He
told her to put L plates on.! My mother had got over a stroke a few
an indirect Cause of war,
at 75 year, Charles had diabetes,
by injection, measured doses of insulin.
now had to look after Brian and him.
time - I was born in Felmersham, Bedford,
nearly two years after my father and mother married. It was the 20th.
of November 1944 and, while pregnant , my mother had no hospital
care. In fact, nobody out there cared. For all the care had gone
into that “Bloody" war!
War born - MY
mother had been told by one visit to the Bedford Hospital “You have
a month to go, Mrs. Collier, the head is nicely engaged. Go home
assured." My mother was far from assured. She had always
felt a lump high in her abdomen - her babies head. I had obviously
not turned, and was in breach position.
strewn - When my mother reached the
cottage - the evacuation home for the whole family of my father, his
parent's, his two sisters and their children resided there throughout
the war - she fell into labour. Luckily, my father was on leave,
and he ran down the lane to phone the midwife. The midwife called
Doctor Stuart, as she could see problems. He could not handle the
birth on his own and wanted his partner to assist him. My father,
again, had to run hard down that lonely country lane for the nearest
phone. In the meantime Dr. Stuart had delivered me. Thankfully,
he was good gynaecologist.
half an hour passed,
Janine was born,
leg had got caught,
damage was now done,
baby never turned.
war had claimed,
baby would have,
fight all of her own,
this life like a ship
sea she would be blown.
third world war,
offshoot of the second,
Janine would now fight,
would be known.
thing else would come to light,
her life's never ending night,
the age of ten, well into her young years,
would be proclaimed deaf,
her disabled school her hearing was not tested.
Lyon , her mentor and music teacher,
her to play her violin in tune!
made an appointment with a local hearing clinic
they gave her an hideous affair,
and batteries they tied to her,
took her to Ardente Hearing showrooms,
they gave her a neat affair,
a little box on a chord,
Janine could play a tuneful chord!
classmates teased her and said;
head is tied on with string!"
did not deter Janine from school life,
their end of term concert she played her violin,
the respect of her schoolmates there-in!
War homes -
Water had to be pumped from that Bedford cottage well. Sticks had to
be collected for fire during that terribly cold November winter.
Hitler, at this time, was blitzing London and the South of England.
V1 (Buzz Bombs) and V.2 rockets were now passing overhead.
Dreams - My mother and father now had had a child who would have to
fight her way throughout life, finding nothing at all easy. I would
Struggle to walk, Struggle to talk and Struggle to learn - in fact
struggle to make friendships work and Struggle to get married. A
Struggle for all the things others take for granted. Hitler was an
blacked out at night,
watchers wait all night on roof tops,
Ethel Melinda`s aging father was one),
bombs and rockers hit the skies,
fires would light the way.
was the greedy one,
bent on power.
evil war machine he had created.
a blitz of bombs and rockets.
and gentile, alike, continue to suffer,
to the “Gog of Magog" are offered,
funeral pyres were piled high,
flames producing an obnoxious stench -
"Gog" is blotted out completely.
Great Creator and Heavenly Father,
will this be.
will we see it.
of armies is what most call you,
you by this name,
war had not reared it's beastly head.
Jehovah of Armies,
you clear the debt,
by such ones as Hitler, Nero, Stalin , and Mussolini,
will you free the poor souls of war?
time - My brother, Brian was born not long after the war, A war
cradle he inherited, his
mother’s womb blitzed by that war, A bonny baby at birth, though a month premature; theafter birth
had come before
him. Again, there had been a mistake on the hospital's part. The
surgeon had just taken off his gloves, after wheeling my mother out
onto the ward, telling her she had a month to go. My brother Brian
was born there and then, giving the surgeon no time to put his
gloves back on.
Collier you have a month to go,
is great you know,"
familiar ring, rang in Ethel's ears.
fate was playing an awful tune.
"echo of war" was to ring through the generations.
Brian's digestive system was damaged,
had struck a fateful blow,
the age of ten, he was occupying a hospital bed,
for survival, bleeding from the bowel,
had ulcerated colitis the doctors said,
can do nothing for your son.
I, at 18, had to go
to Dalston park with Patch, our dog, when my mother and father
visited their war torn son. Nothing was normal again.
They had worked hard on me, to
get me right, Peritonitis I had had, and been in that same hospital
Elizabeth hospital - When
my mum said “No blood transfusion, the bible does not allow it”,
the hospital got nasty. These were the days of disenlightenment.
Aids, HIV, and CJD were not know then.
blood !" Consultant Jacoby interjected, “Get on your hands
and knees and pray, for your Son will die, if he has no blood”
and Charles could not the consultant confound,
their daughter, Janine, they did not utter a sound.
Silently, they got Little Brian
took him out of that hospital at his behest,
before a nurse, in frustration, had hit
Brian with his blood stained towel,
Brian was bleeding from the bowel,
Jacoby had given him a very high dose
cortisone, which could damage the brain,
did they know, then, of the effects of "wonder drugs.
Brian continued to bleed from his bowel,
skeleton he became,
given the high dose of cortisone;
Bunter ” Moon face” he became,
that hospital's hand,
the blood, whom Brian himself did stand,
must stop the bleeding, the hospital had said,
Ivy and Charles took their son to another,
Cross Hospital, near The Rising Sun, Walthamstow,
and Charles made their way.
Jewish doctor there said he was not worried about the blood,
I must stop the diarrhoea” that kind doctor said,
never looked back from that day on.
- My brother, Brian, went through
secondary school, winning a prize, for courage and extreme bravery.
He had to cycle quite a distance to that school, because my parents
did not want him to have co-ed education. Every morning he
travelled, not missing a day that year. His Christian faith he kept
strong preaching to others from that day on. A strong example to
all he became.
Ethel Melinda and Charles Twice had to move house,
war had damaged the area where they lived,
damages were everywhere,
in Walthamstow, poor Charles
just finished vast modern improvements
‘the “Nice little house" he had bought.
Ethel Melinda had put £5 deposit as down payment
l946 her inheritance from her mother's death
just come through. One room with baby Janine
could now leave. She had come to London
to sad events in the cottage caused by the American
occupation, in Bedford nearby.
were after our women. Hence the saying;
oversexed, and over here!"
all happened to a friend who came to stay.
could not stand the arguments
the husband, when he was recalled from Egypt
windows, to replace the sash,
that little Walthamstow house
Ethel Melinda's husband Charles did implant.
bathroom, by council grant, had been built as an extension,
certainly looked the "best" in Richmond Road,
new house, semis with a garage at the side of each,
been built privately, on the bomb damage site,
had blighted the middle of that road,
foreign family had taken over one
not keep it well. The husband was put in prison
sleeping with his wife's two young under aged sisters,
allotment was the view from their front room window.
The council wanted to replace
"strong little houses" with, what has become today,
huge and ugly “Concrete Slum”.
School Time -
My brother Brian had to change schools, leaving all his friends
behind, Our parent's, owing to the council's clearance scheme, had
bought another house in Woodford; a lovely long garden this had,
and organic vegetables we all began to grow down the bottom of that
huge plot. The River Rhoding flowed close by.
Thus my brother, Brian, continued to improve, making new Christian
friends. He went to a new school nearby, and passed his G.C.S.Es.
Our next door neighbour, Enid, recommended we should get some herbal
medicine from Catheline Hunter in Scotland. This we did.
Fwnogreke tea improved Brian further. He obtained an office job in
Chappel's music publishers in London (Brian played the trombone and
piano well) on leaving school. He cherished his job up in London's
famous Oxford Street in the West End of London. He, Brian, had left
school a "shining" pupil.
- a few years on Brian saw me married from that house.
Brian had now to put up with Janine's temperamental spouse. Then
suddenly news broke again of another potential move, The M11
motorway was to be built, taking
all but 30 feet of Brian's parents beloved garden,
The Move - My
parents, Ethel and Charles, moved up the road to a little picturesque
Village called Abridge; After selling their once again finished
house, "Every time I finish a house we are forced to move."
my father, Charles complained sadly to his wife after a family’
again Ethel and Charles did,
sadness they both expertly hid,
Brian tried to travel to work form there,
the buses were few
trains existed at all,
was at this point in time,
decided to throw the people around him a life line,
Bible he wished to preach from door to door
was able to obtain,
not be a burden on my dear parents."
Brian as he cleaned windows and repaired his car
also worked in the building, fur, and chauffeuring trade All this was about to tell on
underlying weakness proved to become a third world war.
down he went,
one heard the warning sounds
siren was blaring, "Mayday, Mayday"
were appearing everywhere.
one, including Brian heard the SOS.
soul did everything but drown,
his sister Janine had moved out of town,
very one who recognised the symptoms,
told him to stop the missionary work.
"Slow down," she had said
dire is happening to you",
had done the same missionary work,
had stopped, when confronted with the obvious fact,
this work was only for the fit and strong,
not for anyone disabled,
would never survive an assignment abroad,
in places that resembled the African Congo.
has to be realistic," Janine thought.
goal,sadly, could never be ours."
one could Brian now lean on,
body understood what was happening to him.
called him lazy, a malingerer,
was not helped by Janine's awful natured hubby,
thought he knew Brian through an through,
him books on mental illness to read,
was sure if it had not been for the 2nd. World War
sister would have had better choices in life,
saving him and the family a lot of strife.
was reduced to one of the Worlds Zombies,
speak, Couldn't move, Could'nt eat.
war zone he had again become.
pain that was once in his stomach,
now, unfortunately, gone to his head.
that cortisone one he had had Janine sadly said.
long after Janine had moved into her new house,
really became ill.
hospital sent a “Paddy Wagon”,
his away in a strait jacket.
actions Brian could not control,
was to happen three times before poor Brian
be sorted out.
heart was now broken,
full well that the “Errant" populace
not helped, when she was not there to guide him.
goaded and pushed him on,
was the last to admit to this at the time.
saw good in everyone.
treated him like a malingerer.
” the top psychiatrist,
Brian lying on the floor trapped in his wheelchair,
he, Glasnikers looked on.
happened to come to visit her brother that day,
she just walked in; nobody was about.
did not know her parents were told by Glasnickers:
Weeks leave your son to us. No visitors he is to have."
was how Janine found him, trapped,with "Glassnickers
on. She thought the top one of Claybury hospital was
A patient! A scruffy
suit he had on. His frizzy curls,
hair, was tied back with a ribbon. He must have
the pony tale trend in men, Janine thinks, looking
years later, on this "ken".
view point - Janine moved way out of London,
south east or west, Perhaps it was to
escape this awful charade, where people did not understand, did not
know how to help. Did not seemingly care. Her husband was rapidly
becoming an obnoxious brute, though a Christian he called himself,
and did help Brian. Or did she move in order to own her own house.
The houses in London were, price wise, out of their range. Janine
had worked in the West End, before she had her daughter, Rachel - but
could not do full time work now.
moving day - On the day they moved, Desmond, Janine's husband, had
thrown an encyclopaedia at Janine while she, Janine, was resting on
the settee, after a hard days graft of packing to alleviate the
strain on him. She sustained a big black bruise to her right
thigh, which was her "bad side". She had suffered some
paralyses, as a result of a hospital mistake when her mother given
birth to her. The bruised thigh turned into permanent scarred
tissue, that gave constant pain. All Janine had left Desmond to
pack, was a few of his teaching books. A "right teacher"
he was, Janine thought.
The move -
Where Janine now lived, in Felchester, some miles outside north East
London, the views were splendid. The countryside agreed with her,and
her husband continued his teaching in London.
story - Desmond created a story all of his own. He knocked Janine's
hearing out of her ear one evening. So Janine's father had to
provide the train fare to White Chapel Hospital, London, in or for
her to get her hearing aid repaired. He often struck out at her
when he felt discontented, especially when she had made the house
nice for him, made herself presentable, and put little Rachel to bed.
He changed his job and was then round her all the time. At one
point he was unemployed and became even more unbearable. He did not
like anybody for long.
comes to Felchester - A lady came to Janine's door, one day. A
good Catholic Voluntary worker, she said she was. "See, they are
not all Catholic's are bad toward's us." thought Janine,
remembering the one who had hit her poor ailing brother in Queen
Elizabeth hospital, all those years back.
kind lady had an earful of Janine's shocking news about Brian and,
then, promised her she would get him out of that awful Claybury
day “Kath” as she was called,
with Janine's parents,
they went to Claybury to rescue
from his far from human situation.
Kath saw in that ward, made her blood curdle,
she heard made her ears ring with indignation.
had not a stitch of clothing on,
was lying in his own urine on a bare mattress.
was blue and obviously at death's door.
a plight for such a devout Christian.
was reminiscent of the suffering martyrs,
in the bible before him.
Kath took immediate action,
an urgent command:
this patient cleaned up and dressed,
will catch pneumonia and he is in a coma.
you are doing nothing about it.
shall report you if you do not hurry!"
sheets were now brought out. with
and Charles could only look on.
at what was happening to their son.
was the third time Claybury had messed him up.
before, the family saw Brian taken away,
they willed him with all their might,
him to get out of his sick bed,
well, come home and return to normal.
their good and likable Brian
as if he was at death’s door.
had given him electric shock
to revive him once before.
voice could now be heard:
an ambulance and take him to another hospital,
to where Janine lives.
is one of the best hospitals in the country;
will treat him like a human being there,
like some degraded animal!"
happened next - It came to pass that
Brian was moved to another Hospital; the nurses oat Claybury were so
frightened of who Kath was .and Kath could swear she had heard a
nurse whack Brian with a sheet. She had intervened and told that
nurse off. When Brian eventually began to talk he told a tale of
horror treatment at the hands of those nurses.
treatment at Claybury - The hospital at
Felchester, where Janine lived, treated Brian well. He had his own
room, and eventually emerged out of his coma. Although he could
not talk or walk, and was confined to a wheelchair, his eyes were
bright and he was able to write. He wrote down what had happened
to him in Claybury; he wrote:
They treated me like the Nazis
their prisoners during the war.
torture they played on me.
game for their sadistic ways I became."
From that day
on - Brian began to improve improve. Ivy and Charles had to move
to Felchester selling their lovely Semi in Unbridge, for a terraced
one. They had had to let their lovely home go cheap, as the hospital
was threatening to send Brian back to Claybury if they did not have a
Felchester address. Brian had been using Janine's address, but
Janine's husband had told the top one of Felchester Holspital that
Brian's address was really in Unbridge. Janine could never forget
what her husband had done; when he,himself, was at death's door with
pericarditis, (a teacher from his school,who was in the same ward as
he, died of the same illness the week Desmond left hospital) Janine
and her parents had nursed him, Desmond, back to health.
sad comment - “Whenever I finish decorating a house I am forced to
move. This time he would have to give up his job in London and obtain
another, starting his promotion prospects all over again. Charles
remembered he had had a teaching job at the London School of
had to give this up when Brian first became ill at 10 years of age,
while he had been living in Walthamatow. He had been offered a full
time post, which he was looking forward to starting that summer.
Everybody like Charles. Charles was well disciplined and could
well take a class of mature students. after all he had had good
training in the Air force, and had been in a war. Charles
had to turn the offer down point blank Not long after he left his
part time teaching post, because he could not cope with his son's
daughter, Janine, had overcome her cerebral palsy to a great extent
with the help of some kind people. She had learnt many things and
had herself worked up the West End of London, and in the City. She
also wrote music and did many other things that others only dream of
doing. Yes he was proud of his Janine, but very sad for his son.
blown, and "War Torn Dreams;
family he, Charles held together.
remained a Lithographic printer
the rest of his working life.
wonderful opportunity of remaining
fully fledged college lecturer,
sadly passed him by,
no fault of his own.
offshoot of war carnage;
damage to war blown dreams".
- Many years later, in his sick bed, in Felchester General Hospital,
Charles Leonard Collier was looking forward to a visit from his dearwife, Ivy Ethel Melinda, and
daughter Janine. Even Brian might feel like visiting him.
Charles was clinging to every thread of life now, and was beginning
to reflect on the past events that had governed and controlled his
life. Most things he could remember and many events have not been
told here. Brian was as well as he could ever be. Felchester had
sent Brian to a top London teaching hospital where a top dietician
from America had found out, by doing a series of tests, that he was
suffering from food intolerance. She named his condition Cerebral
allergies, as he could not control his movements ("Nothing to do
with Janines complaint," she had said). All she had to do, was
put him on a special wheat, cereal, grain, and dairy product free
near normal, but the diet could not repair the damage he had
suffered, in being wrongly diagnosed throughout his life. One
doctor had even given him drugs for schizophrenics, which made his
condition worse, and Claybury Hospital had given him highly dangerous
Rippeer first took him off cows milk. When she noticed a mark
improvement in Brian, the milk machine in the sub-kitchen attached to
Brian's ward, disappeared.
would now have to be careful,
Charles himself would have to watch
things he now ate, as,
to his cancer operation,
had no spleen and only
of his pancreas.
Charles nearly died on leaving hospital,
his water had not been tested,
sugar levels that would show diabetes.
was feeding him up on high sugar foods.
night Charles was in a coma
rushed back to hospital by ambulance.
who had taken up the driving again,
now given a diet sheet,
she gingerly puts in her handbag.
insulin pen she has now got to buy,
the post she will try,
had been sent home
too early a week back,
had not been warned
he might go inadvertently,
a diabetic coma.
they had split his pancreas,
done away with his spleen.
saga will carry on,
there is sung another song,
a world not as grim or dim as this,
came to teach us ,
we were to bear,
torture stake like he,
torn dreams will blast lives apart
man learns to discipline himself,
like those soldiers in the various
Navies and Airforces,
the whole universe,
discipline for the good .
become Christian soldiers,
do battle for Christ,
humiliate and terrorise.
fellow humble fellow man.