Will this be a never ending story, or another fairy tale of our times?
A Transplant is urgently needed ! For this right “Royal” mess.
I can imagine how sad old Wufflers feel as they travel as I do each day past the old Royal hospital and gaze at the sorrowful state it has become. A place so full of memories for all. I just wonder when the fire will start.
On land purchased from the Duke of Cleveland on the recently cut Cleveland Road this Italianate Doric Building of Derbyshire stone costing some £14.000, allowed the eighty bedded South Staffordshire General Hospital and dispensary to publily open its doors on January 1st 1849.
The crowning glory for the hospital came in 1929 with the granting of the Royal Charter by Royal Command with the appropriate seals, titles and coat of arms coming into order.
The new titled Royal Hospital then took under its management sructure the Womens Hospital by the West Park and satellite units.
The 1960′s ushered in many improvements and the gradual widening of the hospital surgical and medical specialites, but even then the whispers of the demise of The Royal and renaissance of New Cross, caused considerable anguish to the loyal Royalists but even so much progress was made into the 70′s and this decade saw the opening an intensive care unit adjacent to the new theatre block at a cost of £27.000.
But as we all know today the doors finally closed and virtually 150 years of outstanding service and care to Wolverhampton citezens came to an end at the Royal on May 27th 1997.
Another great institution lost in the name of progress.




George Nabbs, said...
Hallo Bill,
They come to you from all over the world, well Kidderminster Library. Just tried to comment on the Royal via Howl Discussion Group. No luck.
Regards, George.
David Kiernan, said...
Hello there again Billy,
Nice story, a sad one I’ll admit – never thought this would happen to such a building and a building of significance. I like many, many thousands of others was actually born there September 8th 1953.
Who makes these bloody minded stupid decisions?
All the best and take care.
Kindest regards
David
Billy, said...
Thankyou David
George Nabbs, said...
Hallo Bill,
The Royal, home from home for me, I won’t say I had my own bed but I could find my own way there.
Three stitches under the chin, caused by falling flat on my face, kicking a ball against a wall at St. Andrews School, Whitmore Reans; Age of 5, gave up on ball games.
Broken wrist, falling off Pirate Galleon, in our back garden, ok, it was the fowl pen. Age of eight; stopped watching Burt Lancaster movies.
Five stitches in the thigh, caused by falling through the floor of the Cricket Pavilion at New Bridge, Tettenhall. Yes I know we shouldn’t have been there. My mother told me, 61 years ago she told me. Age of nine; Decided life was painful, but only when you enjoyed yourself.
Keep writing Bill.
Regards to all.
George
Emmie, said...
I remember the Royal so well. I had some health probems as a child and I remember going there to see Dr Everly Jones (miserable old man) and in the waiting room there was a huge fish tank and there was a dark marble looking statue I remember in the foyer kind of thing you first walked into. I think the statue was a woman and a child or something. can’t really remember that so well.
It was a lovely building, full of charactor and when I broke my leg and needed surgery in 1989 I spent a week there as the orthopedic dept hadn’t yet moved to New Cross. The nurses seemed more friendly and as it was smaller and more personal than the huge New Cross Hospital. Those who worked there said similar things, they said it was more like a little family working there than in the big impersonal New Cross that you could get lost in even then. I liked the old building and it’s atmosphere, it was a fine place and such a shame it had to close. It was much easier to get to than New Cross too, esp for those who don’t drive. Yes, the place looks a sad mess now, what have they done to our town?
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