Just wondering if anyone worked at the Infirmary.

Started there in 67 in the labs and left in 75.

My Dads cousin, Pat Powell, worked there at that time. Dont't know where in the hospital, but she was a Ward Admin peron or something

Originally posted by PhilipB
Just wondering if anyone worked at the Infirmary.

Started there in 67 in the labs and left in 75.

No but i remember the clap clinic

Use to knock about with a lad called Alan Marshall and his dad worked there his main job was putting people in pot.

Originally posted by desy
Use to knock about with a lad called Alan Marshall and his dad worked there his main job was putting people in pot.

Was Alans Dad's name Fred?

coyleys, you still got the duffle coat?

Originally posted by docmel
Was Alans Dad's name Fred?

Yes big bloke don't know if he is alive still.

Originally posted by desy
Yes big bloke don't know if he is alive still.

He was a drinking mate of my dad. His nickname was (clever this) - "Hospital Fred" - I often wondered how he got that monkiker

they used to drink in the White Rails on Martin Street just up from the hospital.

:suspect: Used to pedal my three wheeler bike through the grounds with my mate John Shirwin standing on the back, round the round house and all over the place. :hihi:

Driving past one day just as they were knocking it down, had a camera in the, bit of luck. took some photo's, will look them out and get them on this site.
Just found it tonight, its great.
Ron Grant

Bit too late for you, but a few months into nurse training I was on ward 6a female orthopaedic, in 79. I hated it and quit. The Royal and the Hallamshire had been nice, but the infirmary finished me off. It wasnt just the "underground" across to the canteen when on nights, or the cockroaches, but the nasty bullying senior nursing staff.

Hi PhilipB My mother, Marion Elizabeth Wright, worked at the Infirmary in the 1960s and 70s. I believe she was manageress of one of its three? canteens.

Yes big bloke don't know if he is alive still.
sadly fred died just before christmas 2004,he fell over and broke his hip, never recovered

fred was a great bloke, he was in the R A F for some time,i introduced him to the internet and he actually got in touch with an old friend in the middle of africa,he couldnt believe it.

he was known to every one as pot fred, a very fine gentle man

sadly fred died just before christmas 2004,he fell over and broke his hip, never recovered

fred was a great bloke, he was in the R A F for some time,i introduced him to the internet and he actually got in touch with an old friend in the middle of africa,he couldnt believe it.

he was known to every one as pot fred, a very fine gentle man


I have just passed the news on to Mum and Dad who were very upset by the news - although they had not seen each other for a number of years they always exchanged xmas cards and Mum just said that she had not seen a card from Pot Fred for a couple of years.

Dad was also in Africa and I know they were always sharing 'service stories'

do you know the family to pass on their belated respects? -

I have just passed the news on to Mum and Dad who were very upset by the news - although they had not seen each other for a number of years they always exchanged xmas cards and Mum just said that she had not seen a card from Pot Fred for a couple of years.

Dad was also in Africa and I know they were always sharing 'service stories'

do you know the family to pass on their belated respects? -i see his ex wife some times down tesco, his son took the car and furniture,sorry do not have address for him, fred had a series of misshaps over the last few years he was here, he hired a car in greece,and went over a cliff,came back plastered up,broken hip and arm, went abroad again,same thing happened,came back in plaster, fell over outside the white rails,i took him to the ngh,broke his wrist and arm, fell over again outside white rails,.........never came home, he was a well known gentle man,most days he would call in at totley, or dore for a pint,then work his way back to the rails, a few years ago he had me chopping down a small tree that had grown up in the middle of his mates grave up at loxley cemetery, fred was cremated at city road,aged 82 , a proper gent.....:sad:

I used to drink with Fred in the 'Rails' after work at the Infirmary, but usually on Saturday afternoons. He was a true gentleman with his white hair, always well dressed. He used to be the rear gunner in Lancasters during the war. My father Cyril Southwell was also ex-RAF and I'd prop the end of the bar up listening to them exchange stories and experiences.

I used to drink with Fred in the 'Rails' after work at the Infirmary, but usually on Saturday afternoons. He was a true gentleman with his white hair, always well dressed. He used to be the rear gunner in Lancasters during the war. My father Cyril Southwell was also ex-RAF and I'd prop the end of the bar up listening to them exchange stories and experiences.

Unfortunately, Dad passed away since this thread started back in '06 but I am sure I remember him speak of a Cyril in the RAF.

He had some happy times in the 'Rails'

His name was Nelson (Stuart) Melluish

my mum worked there has a ward assistant thay were called the pink panthers her name is june saywell any one remmember her she would be tuffed

Bit too late for you, but a few months into nurse training I was on ward 6a female orthopaedic, in 79. I hated it and quit. The Royal and the Hallamshire had been nice, but the infirmary finished me off. It wasnt just the "underground" across to the canteen when on nights, or the cockroaches, but the nasty bullying senior nursing staff.

Maybe you worked with me- I worked on 6a the winter of 78/79. Shame you didn't settle- I was just finishing my training then, and absolutely loved the Infirmary- spent some of the happiest years of my life there.
There were some nasty, bullying staff- but you get them everywhere.