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Memories of Oswestry
I arrived at Park Hall in October 1970 until May 1973, and much to my amusement left as the top Scottish Junior. It was the beginning of a perfect time and a wonderful life for many years. Those of us who arrived as callow youths left as 'men'. I would like to express many thanks; to the camp, to the town and to the young ladies who taught us many things (social skills). I went back for the memories....40 years after I left.
Matron's House, SOH?
I'm not sure if I'm right about this but I think that for a while our Matron, Mary Powell, lived here in the cottage opposite the hospital gates. In 1963, after we had sat our final exams, a small group of us were invited over for coffee. We were in fear of this lady and her enormous frilly lace hat, but she was very pleasant to us as we sat in her chintzy parlour sipping from her best china. We had a post office in the hospital grounds, near the shop and the laundry.
SOH- 2 Years Training at Oswestry
Memories..... of being a student nurse Sept 61-63. The nurses home. The long corridor. The beds on wheels. The white starched collar cutting into my neck. Sister Piper. Sister Rowlands. The Saturday evening dances at the Army camp. Dilute gin and orange. The the Burma Road home. The Derwen. The EMS. Trying to sleep on night duty. The pay phone in the corridor. The train line past the end of Commonwealth ward. The hospital school. Special Ward. Plaster spicas. Sister Arthur. Matron Powell. The Black Gate in Oswestry on pay day. Green Lino. Sports Day. Rose Cottage. Wheel chair races. The magnolia tree between the wards. Doctor's Mess parties. JFK being shot. Learning to drive. Oswestry train station. Horse riding on the old Selatyn race course. 'Stand-to' ward rounds. Night Sister's ward rounds. The ghost on Goodford ward. The Chinese laundry starching our belts. Using the gym in the Army camp. I still remember the friends I made long ago when I was a 'Blue'.
Ward 6, Park Hall
I have a postcard that my father sent to his mother in 1926 when he was 12 years old having just had one of about 100 operations in his life for polio. He was in Ward 6 at the time being a sort of guine pig sadly. Does anyone out there know if Ward 6 referred to the wards named please?
Gladstone Ward 1959
My brother, Glynne, was on this ward for 12 months after a motor cycle accident. Proffesor Roaf was the surgeon who carried out the operation. On thinking back it may have been 1958 when the cantilever doors were opened and the patients were wheeled outside come frosty weather, no hospital bugs in those days!
Army Junior Soldiers
I was at Park Hall camp. Our Sergeant was called Mathews and the Corporal called Ennis. Sgt Mathews was an unfit [fat] bully but Cpl Ennis was great. As a young 16 years old lad it was a bit of a shock to the system but not all bad, in fact some great times were had there and I also met some great lads. I often wonder if things had been differentIi could have made a career of the army ??
"Gobowen" Orthopaedic Hospital
I remember this hospital with mixed emotions. As a child of 5/6 in 1953/4 I was taken by my Dad weekly to visit my mother who had spinal fusion surgery - I think Mr Rose was the name of the surgeon. Spinal fusion surgery was still new - and risky - and Mum was a patient there for at least 12 months. I don't remember which ward she was on but it could easily have been one of the two in the photo.
The sides of the ward were glass and could be folded back so patients were able to be wheeled out into the sunshine and fresh air. If you look closely at this photo, on the right hand side you can see just such a bed. Brings back some difficult memories but vital just the same.
Back then a plaster cast was put on after surgery from the neck right down the body including the leg from which the graft bone was harvested.... Read more
I was at Park Hall Camp from March until May 1962 with 17 Training Reg R.A. I remember standing to attention on the drill square as a seventeen and a half year old boy wondering what had hit me, and the Crewe-bound train passing and the fireman or driver mocking us on parade, and Sergeant Johnson shaking his fist in return. I had some happy days at Park Hall except for when one of our number was seriously injured (I think he died) by an over eager sentry.