ASYLUM IN WINSON GREEN WAS KNOWN AS
ALL SAINTS HOSPITAL
CAN YOU HELP ? 25/08/10
Please Ted are you able to help me my name is Julie and I am so desperately wanting to trek any info on my grandmother who was admitted to the asylum in the 1930's her name was Mildred Swingler she died at the age of 32 years I have tried everything ancestry Birmingham council and have no response yet any info on her would be much appreciated thank you for reading this email my email address is firstname.lastname@example.org hope I here from you thank you Julie Marino.
POLICE BROUGHT THEM BACK 22/10/09
I worked at All Saints Hospital in 1959-60. I was a gardener there. The head gardener was Mr Jones he had a tied cottage at the main entrance. My wife and I had a tied cottage at the back of the hospital by the prison wall. When we came back to England on holiday in 2000, the hospital and grounds were all in ruins, I expect they have completely been razed by now. One of my jobs at the hospital apart gardening was to collect the dirty linen every morning, I had three patients to do the loading and unloading it was all taken to the hospital laundry at the far end of the hospital grounds. I must admit after three years in the Parachute Regiment it was a very easy job
The patients who worked with me,Ken Reddall was one, were paid a small sum for there work and allowed out at weekends to spend it. The problem was they would jump on a midland red bus and finish up at Bewdley or Worcester Spend there money then go to the Police tell them where they were from and get a lift home. They were not all that silly Maurice Sellars <email@example.com>
Moss in Aus
ESCAPED PATIENT 02/01/09
Living opposite the All Saints Mental Hospital brings many odd stories of patients escaping and going walk about in their night-attire looking like ghosts, on one occasion, when I was only 7 years old, peering from our bed room window into our garden I saw a person in a long old fashion night-gown picking flowers from my dads garden, I went down stairs to tell my dad and he was talking to two men in dark blue uniforms. I told them my observations and one man said it maybe their escapee, all three entered the garden via the side entrance to the house and duly took him in to their care. The story we were, later, informed that the patient had climbed over the high wall in Lodge Road and walked along Bacchus Road, near the public baths was an opening near the garages & some trees, were he proposed to hide the trees were our trees in the top our garden. With the redevelopment of the area and a new grove being built the three trees still remain, a reminder of my younger years.
My second encounter I remember of seeing patients at the hospital being incarcerated in the stairwells attached to the outside of the buildings the top of Lodge Road opposite the Golden Eagle Pub. One Saturday morning on my way to the Flicks (pictures up the green) I heard them singing away, I stopped and listened to some beautiful voices in harmony. Being 7or 8 years old I did not understand mental Illness or people using the derogatory term (The Nut House) how illiterate people where some people institutionalize for being a burden on family life. Although this Institution gave our area a down beat image the residents accepted the challenge for its need be situated some place.The situation has advanced and up to date treatment prevailed in the same
facilities and location. Proud of the Area.
Colin Mills firstname.lastname@example.org
MEMORIES OF PHYLLIS EVANS 24/11/08
Phyllis Evans was born in December 1906 and brought up in Kings Heath area of Birmingham. She was the second oldest of 11 children. In 1923 when she was 17 she was employed at Cadburys Bourneville in Birmingham. She was one of three girls who worked at the factory who contracted sleeping sickness, probably from flies in a consignment of beans from abroad. The other two girls were very ill and both committed suicide because of the illness. Phyllis became pregnant and married William Leonard Jones in 1925 which resulted in her having to leave Cadburys. Despite this normal behaviour she was not well and despite having two further children she was often admitted to hospital as she tried to commit suicide, unsuccessfully, on a number of occasions. In early 1930's she was admitted to Rubery Hill Asylum and was never able to resume a normal life. One of her children died in childhood, William Evan Jones, and the other two, Kathleen and Thelma, were brought up, each by different grandparents. Phyllis remained in Rubery Hill for some time before she was transferred to All Saints Asylum/Hospital, Winson Green. She died there in 1965 having spent almost 30 years of her life in different Asylums. During her time in the mental hospitals she had her teeth removed to try to stop her attempting suicide. On her death certificate the cause of death is given as bronchial pneumonia, fracture of right clavicle and post encephalitic parkinsonism. I don't believe that it was ever proved, and certainly never accepted by Cadburys, that they had anything to do with her death. Her husband was already in another relationship when she first had to go into hospital and had three further children without divorcing Phyllis. When she died in 1965 William was able to remarry. I do not think that the new family had any knowledge of their half brother and half sisters and Kathleen, one of the sisters, remembers having to call her father Uncle Billy if she ever met him when he was with his new family. What a tragic life Phyllis had!
My wife's mother is Kathleen Jones, daughter of Phyllis. Tim Miles email@example.com