3 Comments Posted by Carolyn (Littrell) Smith

Former Resident
When did you live there? My mother, Rosemary (Payne) Littrell became a patient there when I was 1 or 1 1/2 years old. She died there two months after my 3rd birthday(Oct. 1947). I would love to hear from anyone who knew her. If I ever get to MD. (I live in AR. now) I would like to stop and take a picture of the front of the adult building. Can that be seen from the road without entering the grounds? I don't want to go inside. I have pictures of my mother in her room, also of her, other patients and nurses which look like they might have been on the roof or an upper terrace (look something like the picture of the children's terrace). I also have pictures of me standing on the lawn below my mother's window. My uncle drove a taxicab and drove the family to Glen Dale most Sundays. I was not allowed to go up, so someone stayed with me and later switch places with someone else. I only remember one visit. My mother had crocheted two dogs for me and threw them out her window, which of course she shouldn't have done, but I have never shown any sign of TB. My father did have it when I was in my freshman year of high school. They believe he got thegerms from my mother, but remained dormant until he had double pneumonia. They had made big improvements in the treatment of TB and though he entered the hospital in a dying condition he did get better and was released. I can be contacted at firstalohalea@hotmail.com.
I don't believe the bodies were cremated there. They would have been released to the families to be buried or cremated by the mortuary of their choice. My mother died there two months after my third birthday (Oct. 1947--Rosemary (Payne) Littrell. She was buried at Arlington National and was not cremated.
I really appreciate seeing these pictures. My mother ,Rosemary(Payne) Littrell entered there as a patient (TB) when I was 1 to 1 1/2 years old and died there two months after my 3rd birthday (Oct. 1947). My only memories of the place are of one visit. We apparently were taken there by my uncle in his taxicab and someone stayed down with me while the rest of the family went up to visit my mother. I wasn't allowed to go up. The one visit I remember is when my mother threw two dogs she had crocheted for me out of the window, which of course she shouldn't have done, but so far I have never had any signs of the TB. My father did get it during my freshman year of high school, but did recover. If there is anyone who worked there, was a patient there or a family member of a patient who remembers my mother I would love to hear from you. I am on Myspace.com/Carolyn Smith