Repressed Grief

And still the stories come rolling in of decades of repressed grief in the Welsh valleys...

Heard yesterday of a man who had never "got over" the death of his toddler in Craig-y-nos from TB some fifty years ago and wept for hours after a school-friend called unexpectedly to see him. It was the first time they had met since their schooldays. She had just been to see the exhibition" Children of Craig-y-nos" . She told him she had worked as a nurse in the hospital with the babies in the Glass Conservatory.