Hello readers, my name is George Birtwhistle, I am a 15-year-old school student from Christopher Whitehead who at the time of writing this lovely blog (If I am to toot my own horn) is currently working through my work experience at the Charles Hastings and George Marshall Medical museums in Worcester and by God has it been an incredible experience.
Over the course of this wonderful week I have been educated of the history of the royal infirmary of Worcester and the former Powick mental hospital which shut its doors for the final time in 1989 after well over a century of service under its belt.
My Work experience began when I interviewed a former nurse who worked at Powick called Ken Krum (I think that’s how it’s spelled at least) who told me of the remarkability of the hospital and the patients themselves, while the 1968 documentary on the Hospital (Notably ward F-13 where the elderly female patients where neglected and mistreated until they could do naught but vegetate until their lives were finally snuffed out ) does show a negative side of the establishment, Ken told me of all of the good the hospital had done for the patients and the doctors who worked there.
Did you know that many of the Doctors live on the grounds of the hospital? Or that on every Friday night the patients would have balls in a large ballroom as a way to help them recover from whatever ailment they suffered from? Or that Sir Edward Elgar would conduct the music to the balls? The lives of the patients were usually very happy and they would often be able to leave after a few months within the hospital and even to those who would stay for years and even decades they would still see it as home.