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Keith D. Mueller's Story


 

   My story is somewhat different than those discussed so far.

  I lived a Maybury from 1948-1961. My father was a senior physician until 1960 when he became medical director shortly before his death in December of 1960. We lived in the stone home that is pictured on the web site. This home was one of five homes occupied by the senior physicians. All of these physicians had had one form of TB or another.

  My memories are very different than most, since I grew up there and wasn’t a patient and none in my family was a patient after I was born. Maybury was a self-sufficient community because society was concerned about contracting TB and preferred those with the disease remain separated from them.

My parents Edwin (TEX) Mueller, MD and Cecil Mueller insisted that I attend public school that of course led to concerns for my friend’s health by their parents. Most of my friends from school were not allowed to visit my home. They were allowed to attend special occasions such as birthdays as long as my father wasn’t in attendance. Fortunately there were three who could visit regularly. I recalled when I stayed at their homes food was at a premium, even rationed in the larger families. When they stayed at my home they could eat as much as they liked and could even leave leftovers. They most often took these home.

  I was allowed to roam most of Maybury’s property. I had restrictions with regard to the hospitals both adult and pediatric and the children’s day camp. I could often hear the kids playing at the camp and would try to join them against my Parent’s wishes. My father knew this and kept the security personnel appraised of my intentions. I was unsuccessful at circumventing them. I did however have the pleasure of visiting the power plant and the fire station. I recall meeting Bruce Turnbull and John Gray(sp?). I also visited the milk bottling plant.

  I have many other memories to numerous to relate. I would like to especially thank my daughter Karli Dakota for re-introducing me to my roots.


KDM

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