Luis, OMG! dude. That is you in the picture if I'm not mistaken I have them in a safe deposit box at the bank I will did that stuff out and double check but I'm sure I looked at that right when I entered them.

I don't know why for a while I got really wrapped up digging and sorting through old news clipping that thank God my grandmother had saved. I think in some way shape or form was looking for some closure.

I live now in Co. with my two GREAT kids and life is good. That stay there left a long term impression in my memories, and I just can't seem to grasp it. Hell maybe its just mid-life.

It was great to read your comments, and boy I now remember those tubes. Jesus how medicine has progressed leaps and bounds since those (dark) days lol. jerrybokor@yahoo.com

Hello,
My name is Luis Resto.
I'm flipped out that I found Gerald's story.
I've been sorting through issues that seem to lead me back to my time at the sanatorium as well.
I remember most things pretty vividly.
Biggest memory is that of the sign they would hang at on your bed letting you know you were to get a gastric that day.
It immediately made you shudder because they'd wrap you in a sheet to keep you still as they put a tube down your throat to gather stomach fluid.
Mind you, this was the procedure of the time and I'm not sure how else one would go about doing it without restraining the kids. They (being the nurses and doctors) were always trying to be comforting but at that age we really didn't have a clue what was going on. From the first day of being left there I'm guessing in better and worse ways from our parents it really did change us forever. My mother had told me she would be back the following day to take me home and I was ready for that to happen. When it didn't I pretty much freaked. After that, I don't think I've ever reacted that way since.
Like Gerald said, there was nothing horrible about the place, it just wasn't at all a normal way of passing time at that age.
In fact, I remember well how we (the kids) sort of had our own version of The Little Rascals hang happening.
Lights out and we'd often play until we heard nurses coming and all would scamper back to the beds.
I also remember being taken out once, I'd imagine somewhere in the middle of the stay, and allowed to run in this field.
It was magical.
Having not been out for probably 3 months it was like a door to the Land of Oz was opened for a brief moment.
Wild.
I also recall the medicine carts that we'd gather around to take cupfills of pills.
As well, my introduction to Maybury, the urinal/fecal shelving carts that we'd use and it happened to be parked just outside my crib.
Never forget the odor.
I believe I read an earlier post of someone asking about a 'Ricky' and he was in the bed next to me.
He seemed younger as I recall then the rest of us.
This would be in the second unit I was moved to where I moved up to a bed out of my beginning crib area where I was with Bobby, Eric Wagner, I believe Gerald as well.
I'd see Gerald at Wayne County general occasionally after we were out and would get checkups.
One last thing.
I'm not positive if thats me in the pic.
Isn't that Kenny Marvaso?
Take care, maybe we can contact each other Gerald?
Do you ever cross with Dave Matliss?

I recall much, I too remember the screened in balcony which was the only area out doors we were allowed to experiance, I also remember when my brother would visit I had to wave to him from this upper level chicken coop.

I also recall the tubes they would feed down your throat, cant remember though if they were to make one vomit or what the idea was. There isn't a whole lot of documentation or records left I just have alot of news paper articles my mom and grandmother cut and kept.

They tell the story only of us kids from the day care, and what a huge story that was for all of us to have gotten this from a teacher/care giver.

Hi,
Guess I was there years before you guys. I went to Maybury when I was 11 years old in 1957. I celebrated my 12th birthday there. I was there from about May until the day after halloween. I can still remember the cold fear of my Grandmother riding in an ambulance to drop me off. It seemed we rode forever from the Alexander Blain Hospital in detroit. I thought they would never see me again. The was a school on one of the floors, but I was not allowed to attend. I was kept from the general population. When the children were taken outside my room partner and I were allowed on the porch.
I have often wondered why we were isolated. I was told I had T.B. in my stomach.
When I left the hospital I was taken to Henry Ford Hospital, where I remained until Mother's day 1958. Where I was allowed free reign anywhere in the hospital, provided I did not cross the streets and remain on campus.
I am wondering if records are available and where they are located.

Gerald,
I believe my time at Maybury was just prior to yours. I recall hearing of an 8 month stay, likely around 62'. My memories are very few, but I want to see if you have any insite into them. I remember 2 boys, Fay Alouisious Burns(sp?), and Ricky (Allen?) they would have been around 4 at the time. I don't know if there are records or archives to check this out or not. I also remember the screened area, which was my only contact with siblings, on an irregular basis. When I saw the photos on this site yesterday, I vividly remember the wooden framing of the screened areas, and that I always looked down from a height to where my siblings gathered. I am triggered by red rubber hose, and especially catheters, as I remember some sort of testing that used this material (sputum or something). I also recall it must have been my first experience with a shower "room" because I remember panicking, thinking they were going to fill the entire room with water for my bath, and I couldn't swim! I don't recall ever being outdoors while there. But I have triggers of the medicine when I see One A Day vitamins, I recall one medicine being dark red, with a mustardy yellow colored substance inside. When I was released to home there was an enormous dark amber bottle of these and I took them frequently.
There was once a picture of several patients, including my younger sister and myself in red/white polka dot pajamas. Maybe my parents brought those so they would be reissued to us. My parents complained that they would bring things to me, and the items would go missing between visits. I hope I haven't bored nor frightened you with my memories, but none of this ever impacted on me until now, I am wondering about hoqw other kids may have dealt with or experienced their stay at Maybury.

All the best to you.

Upper right front is Eric Wagner, lower left is Louis Rusto, and lower right are my two children Jacob and Cassidy. And yep thats the same bear in both pictures. But he still has all of his hair.

GB