Jill Sparrow

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  1. I may have mentioned this story previously but in December 1947, my maternal grandmother was terminally ill with ovarian cancer. Mr John Barr Cochrane had operated on her at the City Hospital. He was only a young man then but would be associated with that hospital for the rest of his career. As is common with that type of cancer, there were no concerning symptoms until it was too late. He urged my grandfather to persuade my grandmother to stay in the hospital due to the pain she would suffer which could be controlled more easily in that environment but grandma wanted to go home and go home she did.


    Concerns about the pain were justified and one evening, it was so severe that her doctor was called late at night. His practice was somewhere off Bentinck Road.  Having examined the patient, he announced that either my grandfather or my mother would need to return with him to his surgery to obtain medication, presumably morphine, to ease the pain.


    Grandma was very ill and my mum who was only 21 was afraid to be left alone with her mother for fear she might die, so she volunteered to go with the doctor. By now, it was the early hours of the morning. The doctor took my mother back to his surgery in his car, dispensed the medication, leaving her to walk down Radford Road and back to Bobbers Mill on her own.  She often recalled that night. Her mother died 48 hours later.


    I asked her whether she wasn't afraid to make that journey on her own, on foot, late at night in the dark. She said she felt quite safe and was more afraid of staying with a dying patient.  Just goes to show how the area has changed!

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  2. You're doing the safe and sensible thing. Nothing worse than irresponsible cat owners who don't spay and neuter, then throw the poor female out when she's in kitten and not much more than a kitten herself!  Those people I could happily string up!


    Babs will need a bit of spoiling when she gets home! Chicken dinner and loads of cuddles!

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  3. I, too, got separated from my mum in Woolworths on Radford Road when I was very tiny. My mum had a cream mohair coat. They were very popular at the time. I'd been hanging round the biscuit counter, as usual. I just followed a familiar looking mohair coat and when the wearer turned round it wasn't my mum! Never been so frightened in my life!  I thought I'd never see her again! I'd just come off the reins. After that, they went back on again!

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