Aldershot, Cottage Hospital 1897
Memories of Aldershot, Cottage Hospital 1897
l was born there in Dec 50. Lived in the prefabs in Highland Close, then moved to Ainger Close. Went to East End Infants and Junior School, then Manor Park annex then Heron Wood.
In 1956 I was 8 years old and I had to have a minor operation at the Cottage Hospital. I remember it was warm and clean and I was treated so well by the lovely nurses; I didn't want to go home. Actually, my mum didn't come and collect me when I was ready to leave, they had to call at my house and ask her to take me home. I felt sad leaving the hospital, it was better than living at home.
I was born in the Cottage Hosp in 1959. We lived in Cranmore Lane; then 13 Connought Road, then 70 Holly Road; then 11 Eddy Road. I went to Newport infant and junior schools then Heron Wood and Wavell. I would go Sat morn pictures then reanact the film up at the rec; we also had a den when they were building Mount Pleasent st. We would spend all summer scrumping and swimming at the lido paying and bunking in! Would eat at Wimpy and buy singles or albums from Rumbelows and have to go shopping with my mum in Army Navy store ..great days! There was also a bakers near Manor Park where we would buy stale buns for a few pennies (prob couldn't do that nowadays).
First visit in 1957 - tonsils out, next time in 1959 - a broken arm. Then I had my two children there in 1970 & 1974. It was too small for my appendicitis; they took me to Farnham for that in 1961 and put me in the women's ward.
My overriding memory of "The Aldershot Cottage Hospital"was of blind panic and fear, and of a day in 1946 aged six years old I was taken to what must have been the out-patients department to have a very large carbuncle in the joint of my left arm lanced. I remember and was later told that it took two nurse's a doctor and my mother to hold me down to enable them to administer the gas to knock me out....the smell of that rubber mask remains with me to this day. As a child of the war years who would stubbornly not eat any vegetable's whatsoever, I was used to having many painful boils on my neck arms and other places treated at home with my mother's old recipe's, such as the red hot bread poultice, and the ...Read full memory
It was only recently that my eldest daughter (17) asked where I was born, I told her of this place, she asked if the place still stands to which I told her no. She asked about the Cambridge Military Hospital and I told her all I know about the once majestic building, its role in history and its role in our family, she replied that it is a tragic waste of such a beautiful building. I left Aldershot in June 1988 to join the Royal Navy (enough army for me). Alas, after 23 years in the RN it is sad to see RNH Haslar go the same way as the Illustrious Cambridge, when will we learn, alas never. God Bless those all who served in such arduous conditions and made us all comfortable during crisis, LEGENDS All of you
I had my tonsils removed here in 1955 or maybe 1956, found my first boyfriend named Gregory who brought me so many games, toys etc. the nurses complained! I remember eating jam sandwiches and maybe ice cream, but not much else. I was only eleven! The next time I was there was for the birth of my first daughter in 1968. My husband was not allowed to stay for the birth, not the done thing even in 1968. Not particularly bad memories of the old place.
I was born in this hospital in 1973 - don't remember much about it to be honest! LOL! It's long gone now.
I remember going here to have my tonsils out at the age of 7, and I was in hospital when President Kennedy was assassinated!
I was born at the Aldershot Hospital but I don't know if its this one. It was in St Josephs Road near the Catholic St Josephs School. I was born there with my twin sister in June 1956 and had my tonsils out there too!! very painful!
Don't remember too much but I was born here 07/1968, now forty years on I still talk about where I was born. Jacki
How could I forget the Cottage Hospital? I had my tonsils out here! Strangely enough, after all these years I can still picture parts of the Children's Ward, one or two of the nurses, and the bed that I was in. Hospital is never the most pleasant place to be but, if I remember correctly (and I am sure that I do), the worst part of my stay was "Nil By Mouth" after the operation!