"Bastette" wrote in message
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Christina Websell wrote:

Let's just say she took me in every evening to save me from my
stepfather.
She took me on holiday every year to great hotels as her companion.
Many years later my mother actually asked if she had *interfered" with
me.
I was disgusted by the suggestion..
She was a wonderful woman who had noticed a suffering child., She made
me
soup and we played card games and draughts. We did chess but she
never
got the drift of forward planning and I beat her every time. I still
miss
her.
I'd love to go there again and have her lovely soup and let her beat me
at
cards.
Not chess. she never beat me at chess ;-)
One evening she gave me vodka, seemed Ok until I went outside to go
home.
I fell in the bushes and so did she.;-)
Lovely memories of a kind woman.

That's funny. She sounds like a lifesaver.

Every emotionally abused child should have access to a person like that to
save them from going home until bedtime.
One of my friends gave me a tape of a song "There is a woman down my street"
which describes exactly the same thing.

I always thought that I would confront my stepfather as an adult but I put
it off and the barsteward died of an aneurism (sp?) before I'd got the
courage up. Far too quick a death for what he put me through.

My mother left him. 2 little boys in tow, 2 & 4. because of it.