When she was just six days old, Suzanne
Lambert was left at the Nazareth House orphanage in Newcastle upon Tyne. Here she describes how Nancy, a nanny at the orphanage and motherless
herself, lovingly looked after her, forming a bond that was to last for
life.
It was January 1930 and Christmas was over for another year. The father was smartly dressed in a suit and tie; his two young daughters, Nancy and Margaret, gripped his hands tightly. They had walked with their heads down against the snowstorm, only lifting them to see the stone sign carved with the words Nazareth House above the large black iron gates.
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It was January 1930 and Christmas was over for another year. The father was smartly dressed in a suit and tie; his two young daughters, Nancy and Margaret, gripped his hands tightly. They had walked with their heads down against the snowstorm, only lifting them to see the stone sign carved with the words Nazareth House above the large black iron gates.
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