As I looked up at the imposing
building of Bodmin Jail, I could not help but think of those poor unfortunate
souls that had been imprisoned there. And as I stepped through the doors I was struck by how much despair I could feel. If these walls could talk,
they would tell a desperate tale.
The youngest inmate was two
years old. The child had been caught begging with his mother. Can you imagine
sending a two-year-old child to jail? It begs the question, what were they
thinking? And that question came up again and again as I wandered around the
cold and depressing cells.
Some of the prisoners were of
cause notorious, but most were in their for really ridiculous crimes. Being
poor was one of them.
If a mother found herself in
trouble with the law and subsequently ended up at Bodmin Jail then it was not
unheard of for her children to come with her and just by that one visit, I can
tell you that jail was no place for a child.
Many of the stories were truly
harrowing. There was one, in particular, that really shocked me, and that was
the story of a woman who was dragged towards the scaffold with her children
clutching her skirts and her baby still at the breast. There are no records of
what happened to the children after they witnessed their mother's death. How
callous. How cruel.
The prisoners were starved,
even the children. They were given survival rations — if you call it that. Many
children were sent on from Bodmin to a school of correction, and I dread to
think what that was like.
If you are a fan of Poldark and
have watched the series, then you will be familiar with the depiction of Bodmin
Jail. But the reality was worse. It truly was hell on earth.
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Take Care,
Mary Anne xxx