My Dad

A Memory of Black Notley.

I vividly remember what my dear dad told me about the time he was an inpatient at Black Notley when he had TB of his hip in the early 30’s. He told me there was a star in the middle of the floor of the ward and if you were naughty (he was 6-7 years old) your bed was wheeled onto the star where there wasn’t a roof and left there regardless of the weather. He also told of the times he woke up with snow on the end of his bed.

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