A Charm from the Foundling Hospital at the Coram Fields

 Third Time’s the Charm

Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

Editing my post Coram Fields & Handel’s Messiah seeing a picture of tokens or charms left on the abandoned children inspired me to write about one of them.

In 1750 Mary Thomson had lost hope in being able to keep her new-born baby girl. She worked as a servant and she was not allowed to have her child where she worked and being away for long hours the child would soon die without anybody to care for her. She had heard of the Foundling Hospital, but it was only one out of four or five who were taken in due to the great need for available places.

A system for election was found so that the mothers drew coloured balls from a bag. A white ball meant that the child was immediate inspected; those who drew a red ball were balloted again should any of the inspected children be rejected. A black ball meant outright rejection.

( The quote is from the brochure on the subject ” The Purest Benevolence” from the Handel Museum by Jacqueline Riding)

Mary was lucky to get a white ball and though she was relieved to know that her baby maybe would survive and be able to get good care and later schooling it was a terrible thing to leave her. Mary didn’t own anything of value, but her mother had given her a circlet of glass beads on the day she left the country side where she lived before she went to London 18 years old to try to find a better life. Mary could not then imagine the conditions in the poor areas of London where she had found a room with hardly any daylight and very difficult to heat. She knew that if she kept the baby they would soon both die, but being able to give the baby to the Foundling Hospital they now both had a chance to survive.

Tokens at the Foundling's Museum

Tokens at the Foundling’s Museum

Mary hadn’t learned to read or write so she left the glass ornament pinned on the child in the hope that she someday would be able to come back and be reunited with her child. She had to leave quickly as the officials were busy and had to check on the next arriving mother and child. Mary left crying just as much as those who had drawn the black coloured balls.

Before the iron gate closed behind her she had noticed an old man with very sad eyes in a worn red coat sitting under a tree. She sometimes went back to the school yard on a Sunday afternoon trying to get a glimpse of her child, but as the years went by she had no chance of recognizing her. Mary noticed that the old man was still sitting under the tree also trying to get in touch with the orphaned children attracting them with his little bag of gingerbread.  

They somehow felt a kind of kinship and both seemed to encourage each other as they shared their story. He had been a sea-captain sailing the seven seas for many years and as he retired coming back to London he was appalled by the sight of abandoned and dying infants in the slum of London and took the initiative the Foundling Hospital. The dream came through after struggling many years for the project.  

She had no idea that he was Thomas Coram the founder of the hospital, who spent nearly 20 years of striving to create this hospital for abandoned children –  who already in 1741 had been removed as a governor. The reasons of this tragedy are still to this day unclear.

Foundling Hospital

Foundling Hospital

 

School uniforms from the Foundling Museum

School uniforms from the Foundling Museum

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    • Thank you so much @deliawrites my heart was trembling trying to write some fiction in English ( the story about Mary), but I also thought it was terrible that Thomas Coram was sent away from the work of his senior life. Could easily happen today too

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      • Well done. I very much like historical fiction, my favourite genre for my own personal reading, as there is always learning involved. Have no fear, just keep writing, so good for the soul. Yes I felt he had almost given up, like he had lost hope. I think it would be good to work in some dialogue between Mary and Thomas, (further into the story) as he had given back a glimmer of hope that both her and baby may survive.

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