My Physical Pain:
Surgery. In 1967 I all of a sudden had a problem with one of my testicles, I was taken to D-2 and had surgery on it and it was sewn to my leg. As I remember it really hurt I had problems standing straight up and had to have the bandages changed every day and this stuff put on it. All summer long I was forbidden from swimming when we went on field trips. This is also the summer of my demise, when This female nurse RN (fat, ugly and hairy) started her moves on me. She made it a point to do this behind closed doors, this went on for several months. I was later that summer taken back to D-2 and had it un-sewn, this left a quarter size wound on it and it was 1/2 the size. Everyday I had to have this tended to and this silver nitrate ?? stuff was placed on it and bandaged, I almost passed out every time this stuff was placed on me. Again the same nurse tended to me and things went too another dimension, she said I needed to know about this kind of stuff if I were going to get anywhere with girls. I was told if I said anything to anybody, no-one would believe me, and she would have me sent to Hall-6 forever for lieing. I suffered with this for another 6 months of daily pain, mentally and physically. I still suffer from the pain. In 1969 she was relieved of duty, and I never seen her again.
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Control:
Every morning 7 days a week I was awakened at,
7 AM, and I had to make my beds army style with the corners tucked in, if it wasn't done correctly it would be torn apart and I had to do it again and gain.
7:30 AM, I lined up for breakfast and was taken to the mess hall. In the mess hall I was handed a metal trays and silverware and proceeded down the line and had to hold out my tray so food was placed on it and move down further etc, and at the end I was given desert and a plastic glass so I could get my milk. Sometimes they had chocolate milk to pick from.
8AM, I took my trays to the station which scraped them of leftovers and the silver was counted. Note while we were in the mess hall we had to be extra quiet. than I would go back to my hall and do the cleaning of my room and get meds.
8:30 AM, I lined up for school and went to school in a straight line 2 by 2, kinda like the video of "the Wall" by Pink Floyd.
4 PM, I returned from school and had fun until dinner time.
5 PM, I went to dinner, same process.
5:30 -7:30 got meds and in the winter I played in the halls, in the summer and if I was good I would be taken outside to the bandstand 2 by 2, lol. Once in a while I went to the mandatory GYM. On Wed nights I went to the movie. We always had a dance on Friday. In summer the Friday night dance was held outside at the bandstand in the winter at the theater.
7:30 PM, I lined up for a shower and this was until 8 PM.
8 PM, I watch all the good TV real life stuff, like the Munsters, Adams family, the Monkeys, Green Acres, lost In Space, Batman, lol. We also had card games going. Some kids put together them damm puzzles with missing pieces, not me I was already burned by this once.
10 PM I went to bed, lights off and no talking!
Surgery. In 1967 I all of a sudden had a problem with one of my testicles, I was taken to D-2 and had surgery on it and it was sewn to my leg. As I remember it really hurt I had problems standing straight up and had to have the bandages changed every day and this stuff put on it. All summer long I was forbidden from swimming when we went on field trips. This is also the summer of my demise, when This female nurse RN (fat, ugly and hairy) started her moves on me. She made it a point to do this behind closed doors, this went on for several months. I was later that summer taken back to D-2 and had it un-sewn, this left a quarter size wound on it and it was 1/2 the size. Everyday I had to have this tended to and this silver nitrate ?? stuff was placed on it and bandaged, I almost passed out every time this stuff was placed on me. Again the same nurse tended to me and things went too another dimension, she said I needed to know about this kind of stuff if I were going to get anywhere with girls. I was told if I said anything to anybody, no-one would believe me, and she would have me sent to Hall-6 forever for lieing. I suffered with this for another 6 months of daily pain, mentally and physically. I still suffer from the pain. In 1969 she was relieved of duty, and I never seen her again.
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Control:
Every morning 7 days a week I was awakened at,
7 AM, and I had to make my beds army style with the corners tucked in, if it wasn't done correctly it would be torn apart and I had to do it again and gain.
7:30 AM, I lined up for breakfast and was taken to the mess hall. In the mess hall I was handed a metal trays and silverware and proceeded down the line and had to hold out my tray so food was placed on it and move down further etc, and at the end I was given desert and a plastic glass so I could get my milk. Sometimes they had chocolate milk to pick from.
8AM, I took my trays to the station which scraped them of leftovers and the silver was counted. Note while we were in the mess hall we had to be extra quiet. than I would go back to my hall and do the cleaning of my room and get meds.
8:30 AM, I lined up for school and went to school in a straight line 2 by 2, kinda like the video of "the Wall" by Pink Floyd.
4 PM, I returned from school and had fun until dinner time.
5 PM, I went to dinner, same process.
5:30 -7:30 got meds and in the winter I played in the halls, in the summer and if I was good I would be taken outside to the bandstand 2 by 2, lol. Once in a while I went to the mandatory GYM. On Wed nights I went to the movie. We always had a dance on Friday. In summer the Friday night dance was held outside at the bandstand in the winter at the theater.
7:30 PM, I lined up for a shower and this was until 8 PM.
8 PM, I watch all the good TV real life stuff, like the Munsters, Adams family, the Monkeys, Green Acres, lost In Space, Batman, lol. We also had card games going. Some kids put together them damm puzzles with missing pieces, not me I was already burned by this once.
10 PM I went to bed, lights off and no talking!
Saturdays,
All was the same as above except for no school, in the morning we played, I played the guitar, than from, 10-11 all Catholics were forced to catacisem, and after lunch we would go outside till dinner weather permitting.
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Sundays, still the same, except we were forced to go to church and after lunch we sat/played quietly in our rooms and had to be very very quiet, as this was visiting day.
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I you were a bad kid, school was a privilege, and they would keep you on the hall and work you like a dog, Scrubbing the floors buffing the floors washing walls, I still cannot stand the smell of paste wax. This was what we had to put on the floor with our socks and use the big Clark buffing/scrubbing machines to a bright shine. Laying down on your bed was prohibited during the day. You better not get caught on your bed or any other bed, or you would be in big trouble.
All was the same as above except for no school, in the morning we played, I played the guitar, than from, 10-11 all Catholics were forced to catacisem, and after lunch we would go outside till dinner weather permitting.
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Sundays, still the same, except we were forced to go to church and after lunch we sat/played quietly in our rooms and had to be very very quiet, as this was visiting day.
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I you were a bad kid, school was a privilege, and they would keep you on the hall and work you like a dog, Scrubbing the floors buffing the floors washing walls, I still cannot stand the smell of paste wax. This was what we had to put on the floor with our socks and use the big Clark buffing/scrubbing machines to a bright shine. Laying down on your bed was prohibited during the day. You better not get caught on your bed or any other bed, or you would be in big trouble.
The Office:
A desk several chairs and a 2 seater lounge. The office on Hall-18 was located across from the day room and cage area.
click image for a full-sized view
Here you can see the doorway. The door was a split door, meaning it was cut in half and both pieces opened/closed, the bottom was most always closed. Thou the room looked small, it could hold a lot of attendants. Every day at shift change all staff met in there. If you were called into it and the (complete/both halves) door shut, well you most likely went into seclusion when you went out the door. The 3 seclusion rooms were just left of the office. There was an open doorway in there to the drug room. On Tuesday or Thursday or both, in the morning Dr. Thill would come and this was his favorite place. The desk was an old time wood roll up desk and the lower right hand drawer was where your hand written records were kept. The wood chair was on rollers and had big arm rests and was capable of leaning back. The desk and chair were most likely original equipment.
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The Drug Room:
The drug room was to the right of the office, (see picture right of the doorway) The door from hallway was always locked and opened at drug time. This too had a split door but the bottom piece had a flat tray area on it to hold the drug tray. The metal drug tray had many holes in it for the little paper cups and a slit for your name card to go. I would stand in line and when I got to the door I said my name and the pill would be issued and I had to open my mouth and prove I really did not have it under my tongue and than I would turn right to the water fountain and get a drink of water.
When it was discovered late 1967 that some were not taking their meds, the staff turned to liquid drugs mixed with Orange Juice. This was awful tasting stuff. The drug room had a little fridge a soft metal chair with a vinyl cushion, A locked cabinet for the drugs and another locked cabinet for all the other medical supplies. It had a sink too and cabinets below it.
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The Staff Closet:
The staff closet was located down the hall left of the office and left of the stairway, down by pool table. It had this big wide heavy steal door and it was very big. In there were their starch pressed white uniforms and their other personal belongings.
A desk several chairs and a 2 seater lounge. The office on Hall-18 was located across from the day room and cage area.
click image for a full-sized view
Here you can see the doorway. The door was a split door, meaning it was cut in half and both pieces opened/closed, the bottom was most always closed. Thou the room looked small, it could hold a lot of attendants. Every day at shift change all staff met in there. If you were called into it and the (complete/both halves) door shut, well you most likely went into seclusion when you went out the door. The 3 seclusion rooms were just left of the office. There was an open doorway in there to the drug room. On Tuesday or Thursday or both, in the morning Dr. Thill would come and this was his favorite place. The desk was an old time wood roll up desk and the lower right hand drawer was where your hand written records were kept. The wood chair was on rollers and had big arm rests and was capable of leaning back. The desk and chair were most likely original equipment.
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The Drug Room:
The drug room was to the right of the office, (see picture right of the doorway) The door from hallway was always locked and opened at drug time. This too had a split door but the bottom piece had a flat tray area on it to hold the drug tray. The metal drug tray had many holes in it for the little paper cups and a slit for your name card to go. I would stand in line and when I got to the door I said my name and the pill would be issued and I had to open my mouth and prove I really did not have it under my tongue and than I would turn right to the water fountain and get a drink of water.
When it was discovered late 1967 that some were not taking their meds, the staff turned to liquid drugs mixed with Orange Juice. This was awful tasting stuff. The drug room had a little fridge a soft metal chair with a vinyl cushion, A locked cabinet for the drugs and another locked cabinet for all the other medical supplies. It had a sink too and cabinets below it.
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The Staff Closet:
The staff closet was located down the hall left of the office and left of the stairway, down by pool table. It had this big wide heavy steal door and it was very big. In there were their starch pressed white uniforms and their other personal belongings.
Hugs:
A simple act of loving, a forbidden act, never any hugs. I do remember a sickness came over Hall-18 one winter and getting sick, this and being in bed running a high fever, and Mr. Curtice tending to me, I remember him treating me like his very own son, he was the nicest man I can remember. I never seen him mad, he was very caring and use to take me on one on one long walks. Mr. Martin from our school was like him too, very caring, but no hugs was ever issued. I hug my dog many times a day, and get great joy from doing this, she likes it too. I have never been a hugger to another person.
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Sadness:
I always was sad, and remember when your best friends went away and you never seen or heard from them again. All my friends were taken away. I remember the rules and strict policies, made me sad, I never could find the words to describe this feeling. I once wrote a song, in 3 part harmony "Santa Clause Ain't Coming Around Here No More". I think of this song every Christmas.
A simple act of loving, a forbidden act, never any hugs. I do remember a sickness came over Hall-18 one winter and getting sick, this and being in bed running a high fever, and Mr. Curtice tending to me, I remember him treating me like his very own son, he was the nicest man I can remember. I never seen him mad, he was very caring and use to take me on one on one long walks. Mr. Martin from our school was like him too, very caring, but no hugs was ever issued. I hug my dog many times a day, and get great joy from doing this, she likes it too. I have never been a hugger to another person.
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Sadness:
I always was sad, and remember when your best friends went away and you never seen or heard from them again. All my friends were taken away. I remember the rules and strict policies, made me sad, I never could find the words to describe this feeling. I once wrote a song, in 3 part harmony "Santa Clause Ain't Coming Around Here No More". I think of this song every Christmas.
I remember Sundays, everone waited in
excitement for the phone to ring twice to
see if their family was there to visit.
I remember buffing the floor with that big buffer. That thing was as big as I was. It took trime to learn how to control it.
I remember the terrible taste of the liquid med's.
A picture of the 7 Dwarfs painted on the wall.
I remember buffing the floor with that big buffer. That thing was as big as I was. It took trime to learn how to control it.
I remember the terrible taste of the liquid med's.
A picture of the 7 Dwarfs painted on the wall.
Reflexions:
Looking back over this last week has really brought on a bunch of memories, even some were funny ones. Our music was always censored, and I recall the last time I was asked to play and sing at the theater one Friday night, lol, I played the song "We Got To Get Out Of This Place" by the Animals, it went over real well with young and old, I was a teenage rock star, funny thing nothing was ever said to me about this, but I was never invited to play on stage again in the theater. BTW that song was on the banned list at TCSH.
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I remember around the time of the Monkeys, another new kid came and he played the piano, he wasn't there very long, and was real good, his music wasn't the top 10, lol, and his lyrics were real dark, I sure hope Darrel made something of his talent. I remember him and I, playing music in the day room at school, thats where the piano was.
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I remember them turtle neck dickeys and the Turtles, "Happy Together". I still remember the words to it. The Beach Boys and the Beatles were on the good list. I recall someone getting the album by Frank Zappa And The Mothers Of Invention, "Freak Out" It was played once and banned, lol. I also remember the album of Iron Butterfly and figuring out how to play "In-A-God-Da-Na-Vida" I still can play this.
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I had an electric guitar and a small amp made by TESCO. It was kept in the barber room, as there were not many electrical outlets available and all were about 5' off the floor. This room had one.
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We were allowed battery powered transistor radios and the 1 station we could get, played 1 hour a day rock and roll. The top 10 was played.
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I now am understanding my reoccurring bad dream, of always going back and asking them to let me in. I can see it now. I really wanted to go back, it was my home. When I compare the real world over the last 40+ years, life was much simpler than/there. Now I can have possessions and freedoms, but somebody is always trying to take them away. There, you had what you had, and it was yours. I now am thinking, it wasn't a bad dream at all.
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I remember the song "I want to go home". Oh how I want to go home.
Looking back over this last week has really brought on a bunch of memories, even some were funny ones. Our music was always censored, and I recall the last time I was asked to play and sing at the theater one Friday night, lol, I played the song "We Got To Get Out Of This Place" by the Animals, it went over real well with young and old, I was a teenage rock star, funny thing nothing was ever said to me about this, but I was never invited to play on stage again in the theater. BTW that song was on the banned list at TCSH.
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I remember around the time of the Monkeys, another new kid came and he played the piano, he wasn't there very long, and was real good, his music wasn't the top 10, lol, and his lyrics were real dark, I sure hope Darrel made something of his talent. I remember him and I, playing music in the day room at school, thats where the piano was.
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I remember them turtle neck dickeys and the Turtles, "Happy Together". I still remember the words to it. The Beach Boys and the Beatles were on the good list. I recall someone getting the album by Frank Zappa And The Mothers Of Invention, "Freak Out" It was played once and banned, lol. I also remember the album of Iron Butterfly and figuring out how to play "In-A-God-Da-Na-Vida" I still can play this.
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I had an electric guitar and a small amp made by TESCO. It was kept in the barber room, as there were not many electrical outlets available and all were about 5' off the floor. This room had one.
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We were allowed battery powered transistor radios and the 1 station we could get, played 1 hour a day rock and roll. The top 10 was played.
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I now am understanding my reoccurring bad dream, of always going back and asking them to let me in. I can see it now. I really wanted to go back, it was my home. When I compare the real world over the last 40+ years, life was much simpler than/there. Now I can have possessions and freedoms, but somebody is always trying to take them away. There, you had what you had, and it was yours. I now am thinking, it wasn't a bad dream at all.
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I remember the song "I want to go home". Oh how I want to go home.
ronl and mkfarnam,
I just wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you for sharing these memories, good and bad, with all of us, and helping us to better understand how life was in these old buildings we're all so interested in. I hope the process of doing so continues to be therapeutic for you, and wish you well in all the days to come.
I just wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you for sharing these memories, good and bad, with all of us, and helping us to better understand how life was in these old buildings we're all so interested in. I hope the process of doing so continues to be therapeutic for you, and wish you well in all the days to come.
After taking a break, I added all of this to
a website I built with a few more pictures,
http://www.bakup.info . I have
even more stuff, and it does not bother me
to tell it. I do not want to ramble on like
a lunatic.
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I think you now have a good ideal on how life was really like, for a child living in the 1960's in an insane asylum.
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I started thinking on using these as notes, and as a guide to write my 5 year story. "I Was A Teenage Lunatic" hehehe ...just joking on the name.
I would like to do something brand new, like writing an online book, and I sure could use a little help from a professional co-writer in doing this project.
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Contact me at ron@bakup.info
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It was a cold snowy day in mid January 1965, We started out just before daylight, the ride was very quiet and long, at times we were in a complete whiteout due to a strong lake effect storm pounding the west coast of Michigan. The Air Way compass on the dash board indicated we were traveling north. The heater was on high but it was still cold in the back seat. As I was gazing out the window looking to the left I seen a buffalo, I knew than I was not going to be returning home anytime soon. This is the first day of my distorted memory.
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I think you now have a good ideal on how life was really like, for a child living in the 1960's in an insane asylum.
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I started thinking on using these as notes, and as a guide to write my 5 year story. "I Was A Teenage Lunatic" hehehe ...just joking on the name.
I would like to do something brand new, like writing an online book, and I sure could use a little help from a professional co-writer in doing this project.
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Contact me at ron@bakup.info
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It was a cold snowy day in mid January 1965, We started out just before daylight, the ride was very quiet and long, at times we were in a complete whiteout due to a strong lake effect storm pounding the west coast of Michigan. The Air Way compass on the dash board indicated we were traveling north. The heater was on high but it was still cold in the back seat. As I was gazing out the window looking to the left I seen a buffalo, I knew than I was not going to be returning home anytime soon. This is the first day of my distorted memory.
I am looking for a picture of building 37-a,
all day I spent looking on the internet, but
it seems there are not any, and it is now
torn down.
Here is building 37 without the new admin building where the parking lot is in the picture.
It was a 1 story building attaching to this.
click image for a full-sized view
this was the D % C areas as well as where our school was.
The school is closest to us on the top floor.
Here is building 37 without the new admin building where the parking lot is in the picture.
It was a 1 story building attaching to this.
click image for a full-sized view
this was the D % C areas as well as where our school was.
The school is closest to us on the top floor.
A Beating On Hall-18
I have briefly mentioned this event, in previous posts, but in 1969, note I was not involved but I did witness this. Our lives changed from this day forth. This is the worst incident I can remember.
A new kid about 15 years old, arrived on hall-18, I do not remember his name but he was a real tough guy.
One day they put him into seclusion, and he did not like being in there. He pounded his body against the heavy double wooded door, and was yelling at the top of his lungs. this went on all evening, than 2 attendants charged the room and whack whack and he got quiet for about 30 minutes, than he started in again, bam bam and the yelling, bam bam, we all knew he was going to get it! This time the attendants rushed in and he was given a hypo, shortly there after all was quiet.
The next morning he started in again. We went to school and when we got back he was still at it, bam bam and the screaming, I will never forget it. The attendants called in for help and 2 other attendants showed up and they all charged the room. We all heard the beating he received, than the hypo, well again he was quiet... for a while. About 7 PM he woke up from the hypo and it all started again, bam bam, the loudest I have ever heard, by this time all of us kids were real quite and the attendants were at their whits end, Really Pissed Off, Even Mrs. Shaffer the morning RN nurse worked overtime into the night, than DR. Thill arrived, this is the first time I ever seen Dr. Thill at night, he was Pissed Off Too. This time things went too far. After a brief meeting the 4-5 attendants + Mrs. Shaffer rushed into the room and than Dr. Thill with a hypo in his hand also rushed in. A quiet silence came over Hall-18, after being over whelmed with force you could hear a mouse walk when all the staff came out of the room. We all were forced to go to bed, about 8:30 PM that night.
The next morning when I woke up I noticed the door to this seclusion room was wide open and the new kid was gone. Nothing more was ever mentioned of his demise, but I do believe he died in the room that night. After breakfast we were lined up for school and were told if anyone came around asking questions, you better not say a thing if you know what I mean the attendant told us.
Within a day or so, most all the staff and those that were involved was changed, including the hated Dr. Thill.
Our lives really changed on this day for the good.
I have briefly mentioned this event, in previous posts, but in 1969, note I was not involved but I did witness this. Our lives changed from this day forth. This is the worst incident I can remember.
A new kid about 15 years old, arrived on hall-18, I do not remember his name but he was a real tough guy.
One day they put him into seclusion, and he did not like being in there. He pounded his body against the heavy double wooded door, and was yelling at the top of his lungs. this went on all evening, than 2 attendants charged the room and whack whack and he got quiet for about 30 minutes, than he started in again, bam bam and the yelling, bam bam, we all knew he was going to get it! This time the attendants rushed in and he was given a hypo, shortly there after all was quiet.
The next morning he started in again. We went to school and when we got back he was still at it, bam bam and the screaming, I will never forget it. The attendants called in for help and 2 other attendants showed up and they all charged the room. We all heard the beating he received, than the hypo, well again he was quiet... for a while. About 7 PM he woke up from the hypo and it all started again, bam bam, the loudest I have ever heard, by this time all of us kids were real quite and the attendants were at their whits end, Really Pissed Off, Even Mrs. Shaffer the morning RN nurse worked overtime into the night, than DR. Thill arrived, this is the first time I ever seen Dr. Thill at night, he was Pissed Off Too. This time things went too far. After a brief meeting the 4-5 attendants + Mrs. Shaffer rushed into the room and than Dr. Thill with a hypo in his hand also rushed in. A quiet silence came over Hall-18, after being over whelmed with force you could hear a mouse walk when all the staff came out of the room. We all were forced to go to bed, about 8:30 PM that night.
The next morning when I woke up I noticed the door to this seclusion room was wide open and the new kid was gone. Nothing more was ever mentioned of his demise, but I do believe he died in the room that night. After breakfast we were lined up for school and were told if anyone came around asking questions, you better not say a thing if you know what I mean the attendant told us.
Within a day or so, most all the staff and those that were involved was changed, including the hated Dr. Thill.
Our lives really changed on this day for the good.
ronl,
Why have you quit posting on the site? The information you have given is very interesting. My parents and grandparents both worked at TCSH for many years. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said that she worked on 7 with the girls some and that my grandfather worked on 18 sometimes. He would have been around when you were there. My mom started working there around 69, my dad before that and of course my grandparents (grandpa, and 2 of my grandma's). All but my mom and dad are no longer with me now. I remember as a little girl coming to work with mom so I could get my flu shot for the year. I met a lot of patients when I was there but couldn't tell you a name after all of these years. She said she had worked on just about every ward except 18. She was moved around a lot as needed.
Would like you to list some of the employees you remember if you can. I am very interested.
Thank you for sharing with everyone. I know this isn't easy for you.
Why have you quit posting on the site? The information you have given is very interesting. My parents and grandparents both worked at TCSH for many years. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said that she worked on 7 with the girls some and that my grandfather worked on 18 sometimes. He would have been around when you were there. My mom started working there around 69, my dad before that and of course my grandparents (grandpa, and 2 of my grandma's). All but my mom and dad are no longer with me now. I remember as a little girl coming to work with mom so I could get my flu shot for the year. I met a lot of patients when I was there but couldn't tell you a name after all of these years. She said she had worked on just about every ward except 18. She was moved around a lot as needed.
Would like you to list some of the employees you remember if you can. I am very interested.
Thank you for sharing with everyone. I know this isn't easy for you.
I really did not think any one would be
interested in the little stories, lol
I am writing an on-line book about this at http://www.bakup.info I am also writing and recording a new album with the same name, "Where Buffalo Roam" and my plate is kinda full at the moment. At 57 and retired things run a little slower these days, hehehe.
As to the Staff:
Mr. Martin School attendant
Mr. Bailey Teacher Grade School
Mr. Higgins Teacher Junior High
Mr. Cook teacher High School
Mr. Curtice Hall-18
Mr. Norman Hall-18
Mr. Hammer Hall-18
Mr. Jim Cornell Hall-18
Mrs. Jeanie Cornell Hall-18/Hall-7 and the new children hospital 1970
Mrs. Shaffer RN Hall-18 (The Old Witch)
Mrs. Warmenton RN Hall-18 Hall-20 and the new children hospital 1970
Dr. Thill Hall-18/Hall-7 (The Hated)
At the moment this is all the names I can remember.
Maybe "mfarman" can remember more.
I have never been good at remembering names, but faces is another story.
I am writing an on-line book about this at http://www.bakup.info I am also writing and recording a new album with the same name, "Where Buffalo Roam" and my plate is kinda full at the moment. At 57 and retired things run a little slower these days, hehehe.
As to the Staff:
Mr. Martin School attendant
Mr. Bailey Teacher Grade School
Mr. Higgins Teacher Junior High
Mr. Cook teacher High School
Mr. Curtice Hall-18
Mr. Norman Hall-18
Mr. Hammer Hall-18
Mr. Jim Cornell Hall-18
Mrs. Jeanie Cornell Hall-18/Hall-7 and the new children hospital 1970
Mrs. Shaffer RN Hall-18 (The Old Witch)
Mrs. Warmenton RN Hall-18 Hall-20 and the new children hospital 1970
Dr. Thill Hall-18/Hall-7 (The Hated)
At the moment this is all the names I can remember.
Maybe "mfarman" can remember more.
I have never been good at remembering names, but faces is another story.
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ronl wrote:I really did not think any one would be interested in the little stories, lol
ronl, we like the little stories. Keep them coming!