Toxteth Park Workhouse, West Derby, L/Pool.

[p.risboy]

Huge place.

http://www.workhouses.org.uk/ToxtethPark/

It now appears a Supermarket has taken over the site.

Steve.

 

[josie7644]

Thanks Steve,

It made great reading!

Josie

 

[leefer]

Cheers Steve.

Room for 700 INMATES,sort of says it all really,wonder if if was as drab and glum as we think,should imagine it truly was.

 

[oznannie]

It was Leefer, to me it was Smithdown Rd Hospital, the cemetery next door was also called Smithdown Rd.
It was many years later I found out the Hosp had been the workhouse.
Later it became Sefton General Hospital.
I can remember the incinerator smoke, going night and day
The wards gave me the creeps.

oznannie

 

[p.risboy]

It was Leefer, to me it was Smithdown Rd Hospital, the cemetery next door was also called Smithdown Rd.
It was many years later I found out the Hosp had been the workhouse.
Later it became Sefton General Hospital.
I can remember the incinerator smoke, going night and day
The wards gave me the creeps.

oznannie

Hey Oznan, obviously you knew the place first hand. The nearest I ever got to a place like that, was my local hospital, which was built in the 1830's, but it was quite pleasant to a 10 year old.

http://www.royalbucks.co.uk/history/


Steve.

 

[duckweed]

Our local Workhouse Netheredge has been turned into luxury accomodation with high security. (Why the high security no one is sure as plenty wealthy houses in area and crime rate is very low)

Seems ironic though that it was once home to the people who had absolutely nothing and now its home to those who have absolutely everything.

Now if ever there was a place that would be haunted it would be there.

 

[oznannie]

Hi folks
Here are 2 pics taken in 1925.
The 2nd was the Mental Wards, these were general wards when I visited, hence the hairs standing up on my arms.
oznannie

 

[leefer]

No smile,no happiness,
Life just a void,
Anger and sadness
And easily annoyed.

Once loved,once loving,
Now nothing there,
At one time so giving,
And now not a care.

So thoughtful and generous,
Could not do enough,
In the world of sad madness,
Just wicked and gruff.

Sometimes a smile,
A chink of old light,
A ray of past pleasures,
Comes into there sight.

Grey darkness and misery,
Within these dark walls,
No hope of redemption,
When lunacy calls.

Look through that window,
The gardens so green,
A smile for sweet nature,
In between screams.

So let us remember,
How lucky we are,
And feel for those people,
Who,s minds are afar.

Indeed we are very lucky.....it must have been a terrible plight for the poor people who knew they were sound of mind but others decided that they wasn't and ended there days with people who had lost there mind