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When Kath turned the corner from Hubert Rd. into the top of Exeter Rd she felt relief. Unlike her uncomfortable status as the bastard child and rebel domestic servant at her Mother' house, Brian's family were what she thought a family should be like; warm and welcoming, enjoying each others company, and some lively conversations!
Elsie treated Kath more like a daughter than her own mother...but she would only stay at the Higgins home at Number 26 for a couple of nights, because the social service office at Cadbury's not only provided Kath with a job, but also accommodation within Bournville Village.

So much was changing. It wasn't long ago when the two Kathleens had been at the kitchen sink, washing and drying up when her mother asked "Why don't you call me Mum?"
The reply was simple and straightforward: "You don't act like my Mother."

Number 26 Exeter Rd. was in a row of Victorian built terrace houses built in a housing boom for the incoming po…


It was February 1959 and Kath was eighteen years old, and free at last, of the Nuns! She looked out to the ocean  ready to face her future in the Mother Country - with a Mother she had never met. 

Would she tell her who her father was? Why did she put her in an orphanage for all those years? She considered that they might not get on with each other, but her curiosity was strong.

Kath didn't dare to hope too much in finally having a normal, loving family to belong to, because on their first meeting off the ship at Southhampton, Kathleen senior was tense.

This first impression may have been because of the stress of her Mother having her Polish mother-in-law staying with them for three months, and a little three year old to keep an eye on. It was bound to be awkward, but Kathleen junior was happy to be at the start of a new adventure, and her step-father had a huge smile and welcomed her home.

The Hubert Road terrace house was cramped. She shared a room with her step-father's mother …