Hi
My mother’s brother Asher: caught Polio when he was 2, lived in the East End of London. My grandfather died at 38 leaving my grandma with 3 young children. In those days it was just the start of the NHS. There were no social benefits. The family clubbed together and got my grandma a bric à brac stall. Life was very hard.
Back to my uncle, he came out of a mental institution (there were no homes for physically disabled in those days, so they were put in with mentally sick! He was in Caterham. It became too much for my grandma so she brought Asher home. He only ever ate baked beans, fish fingers and a lentil & sausage soup my grandmother used to make !
He lived through 3 mugging, where the evil scum took his callipers away! He lived in awful times (almost Dickensian) but lived until 86!!!!
My amazing uncle Asher. No education, taught himself to read & write! Taught himself to repair radios, taught himself to play the accordion!
My amazing uncle Asher