… where Professor Tanner and his team were working from. My mother beamed from one ear to the other. I was ‘one’ of the 7 children in the UK to be chosen. Though hard work came afterwards, psychologically and mentally, I had to go into hospital for 6 weeks for all the powers involved to analyse my whole being. This took a lot of time and I was missing my friends and losing school work. I would be behind everybody else. On top of that, I had already missed a lot of school lessons due to catching every illness going. You name it, I had it. Chicken pox, German measles, Mumps, even Scarlet Fever. Now that was nasty. Anyway, After the Hospital Saga, which included having to go to Hammersmith Hospital as well due to certain apparatus that Russell Square didn’t have, they found my problem. The pituitary gland in the back of my neck that works all other glands had stopped working. So the treatment was to be hormone injections in the buttocks twice a week, plus tablets to be taken 3 times a day. This was going to be 24/7 for a few years. Again, it was my music that helped me through. When I started the treatment, I was in my teens and 3′ 11” tall. At the end of a few years treatment, I became 5′ 4” in height – and fully functional! I still hadn’t lost my spirit, my determination and my goals, though I was mentally scarred for a while. The 1960’s gave me a great start at 5′ 4”. My parents lived in a 3 bedroom house and now a new addition, I was to have a Sister. We had a long garden and at the end  were large sports fields of which we could watch whatever went on from our bedroom windows. One time, the famous Billy Smart’s Circus came to town and took over the playing fields for a few weeks, before moving on to another town. It was sheer pleasure for me, for 2 reasons: Circus music and wild animals, great times which we all love. I was at the venue at every opportune moment that I could be there. Circus music is all drums and trumpets, but what a lovely mixture they are together. I have a special story here.. On one occasion, one sunny afternoon, after a matinee performance, the clowns were sitting on stools outside the big top around a little table playing cards and I was watching their antics when suddenly the lid of a large sea-chest opened up by the side of a tent near where I stood. Getting out of it was a Dwarf, holding a book and a lit candle with a tiny chair. “Hello” said the dwarf as he clambered out casually, “just having a quiet 10 minutes,” he said. “Ohh its you again,” he continued, “do you like the Circus?”, I recognised him being one of the clowns. “Yes” I replied, “Its fantastic. I love the Music, and the Animals.” “Are you looking for a job” he said. “Well music is my life, and I love wild Animals.” “C’mon” he said, “I’ll take you over to see Billy, and you could chat” he started walking. I followed. The next minute’ we were on the wooden steps of Billy Smart’s fantastic large caravan. The Dwarf knocked on the door. The door opened, and out peered a man, larger than life. He was dressed all in white. Trousers, shirt, shoes, and a white Stetson hat to match. “Hello, what have we here” he smiled. The dwarf repeated the story to Billy – “Oh well” he beamed, “You had better come in and have a cup of tea. Billy beckoned me in, and the Dwarf went on. I met Billy’s whole family: Nelly his wife (whom made the tea) later was called ‘Dolly’ sons and Daughter’s, one whom went on to be Mary Chipperfield.

Story continued in next blog post…