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Ockley, The Sanatorium 1914
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More about this scene

The assembled staff pose outside a sanatorium for tuberculosis patients from London set up just outside the village of Ockley. The female staff lived inside the house in the background, Southfield, while the patients were accommodated in a collection of eight wooden huts to the left. When these were eventually dismantled and removed, the building contractors discovered considerable numbers of broken clay pipes near the surface. In spite of their life-threatening illness, many patients were clearly unable or unwilling to abandon their devotion to tobacco. The rudimentary huts, with half-doors to them, ensured that the occupants enjoyed plenty of fresh air as part of their treatment. The rigorous approach does not appear to have been particularly successful; many of those who came here now lie buried in graves at St John's cemetery in the village.

A Selection of Memories from Ockley

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Ockley

Sparked a Memory for you?

If this has sparked a memory, why not share it here?

My mother died in 1943,when I was still a child. It was strange, terrible time but I remember vividly standing in the peaceful churchyard at the burial. The place is dear to my heart.