Posted October 06, 2019 03:03:00 It’s not often that I’m able to say that one of the greatest moments of my life was at Gooderam Charity Centre.
The facility, which opened its doors to the public in 2005, has since been described by the local media as the “perfectly lovely” home for a “small town”.
But in the early years of the 20th century, the centre was an out-of-control mess, and its staff were not always happy with their living conditions.
The building was a mess, its residents were “frequently in a state of riot”, and a few times it was shut down for a few months.
The Gooderhampshire Gazette was the first to report on the condition of the centre in the 1930s, and while it has since come under fire for the poor conditions, its story has become a bit of a folk legend.
“It’s quite extraordinary, really,” David Gooder, who has been running the centre since 1993, told the BBC at the time.
“The people who work there are just amazing people.”
The building in which Gooder’s family lived in the 1940s was a bit like a zoo, with a small zoo attached to the centre, with the children and elderly living there and the children going to school nearby.
“We’d go to the zoo and see the elephants, the hippos, the giraffes, the monkeys, the zebras, the seals, the crocodiles,” said Gooder.
“There was a great deal of interest in it.”
The children of the early 1900s, however, would not have had the same interest.
By the 1930, Gooder and his wife had two daughters, and his youngest daughter, Margaret, was already an adult, so she was already married and having children.
The family were moved to a new home, but by the end of the war, Margaret was pregnant again, and the couple moved to an older, less luxurious home in the country, which had better ventilation and a large garden.
It was not a perfect fit.
Margaret would soon lose her job at the local branch of the Daily Mail and she was forced to move out to the country.
“I remember walking down to the garden one day and there was a big hole in the ground, so I just sat down and started digging,” she said.
It was during the Great Depression, and Gooder was working as a mechanic at a local car shop, and he had been unemployed for several years, so he decided to start looking for a new job.
The centre was sold, and Margaret’s family moved to the nearby village of Westmoreland, and eventually to a house on a hilltop, where they would have a home with gardens and a backyard.
“When we got to Westmorelands, I was just so happy, I just fell in love with the place,” she recalled.
“And I didn’t have any problems because there were so many people there, and they loved each other.”
I don’t know how it came about that I ended up with a job there.
“By the late 1940s, the Gooders were living at the house with Margaret and their two sons, and it was still a small one-room flat, with four other people living there.”
And I loved the life there. “
It was wonderful, it was really lovely.
When Margaret turned 14, she was diagnosed with a form of cancer that had spread to her lymph nodes. “
We lived in it, we had a house there, we even had a garden there.”
When Margaret turned 14, she was diagnosed with a form of cancer that had spread to her lymph nodes.
She died in 1960.
The Badger family moved back to the house in 1955, and at that point, the children had been moved to another home in nearby Crayford.
David and Margaret were not the only ones who moved there in the 1970s, but the Goodhers were among the first ones to make the move.
David was employed as a foreman at the Crayfords, and a year after Margaret’s death, the family moved again to the Westmorelanders.
Margaret’s youngest son, Philip, was also a foreperson.
“Philip was a very good foreman, he worked very hard,” David said.
“He was very, very intelligent.”
But there was still no garden in the house, and there were no animals in the garden.
“In the end, we were very sad about it,” Margaret’s son said.
“That was quite a sad time for us, because we were quite happy, we’d had lots of fun.”
It took some time for the Goodhers to find work in the mining industry, but it was not long before they were able to buy a house in the nearby town of Sarnia.
The farm on which the Goodhampies grew their food, and which was later used as