It takes a village to raise a child

Donna was born in Barbados in 1960, like many other children of her generation she was brought up by her grandmother and aunts whilst her parents travelled to find work in the UK. She describes a happy childhood spent with friends and family.


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 Umm... There were many people who were involved in my upbringing. emm, They say it takes a village to raise a child and in my... emm... my experience.. uummm.. It took a village in the sense that everybody looked out for everybody else, and emm.. I remember some of the ladies, emm, emm, umm, inviting us in for umm.. some, something to eat, after we'd been to the beach, you know. urr, We'd come up the sea hill, and of course when you've, when you've gone to the beach, you could have just eaten. By the time you've come out of that sea, it's as though you haven't eaten at all, and they knew that... they were, they were, they were very intuitive, I think.. emmm... So there were quite a few ladies really that were.. were.. involved in, in my upbringing.  The more closer, were my aunties and my uncles emm.. who lived in our house. I was brought up, emm, more as a sister than a niece or grandchild. I never felt like I, never, I didn't, didn't belong. I always felt safe and, like I belonged. So it felt to me quite normal really, and then given that lots of children my age were brought up by grandparents, because their parents went overseas to find a job or better way of life, it wasn't strange for me 'cause most people didn't have their mummies, and their daddies. But it didn't... I, I, I, looking back, I don't think it affected me that much because I was, I was loved and cared for, really.

 

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