My Mother was admitted to the maternity unit of Salisbury Infirmary where I was born on 23 April 1927.
At that time, two other ladies were also admitted. One had walked a long distance having taken Lysol to terminate her pregnancy. The doctor who attended her then attended the other lady and my Mother. The woman who had taken the Lysol subsequently died. The doctor, we presume, had the infection under his finger nails and had treated both other mothers infecting them also.
The Doctor died as did the other Mother. My mother was terribly ill and was expected to die. She was kept in hospital until October, after a long time of treatment she had survived but was always very frail. She nursed me for the first time when I was 6 months old.
There is much I was told of my Mother’s illness and the traumatic time for my father and her relatives. She was not expected to live and arrangements were considered for her sister to adopt me, having cared for me up to this time. I have been unable to trace the doctor on Beatrice Ward, Salisbury Infirmary at that time. After all this time there cannot be anyone alive to know the story but there must be some records somewhere. The Doctors names I vaguely remember, there was a porter by the name of Turner who was very kind and would carry my Mother out onto the Balcony of Beatrice Ward. She was never a robust woman, but lived from 1901 — 1991
This picture is of my Mother holding me at 6 months old, in October 1927 for the first time after leaving Salisbury Infirmary.