Had no idea, no idea at the time, but as a kid went Christmas caroling to a few nursing homes in the mid 60s and one of them, upon reflection, was a chamber of horrors.
There was little or no regulation then, and people went where they could afford to go.
The place that sticks in my mind was an ordinary 2 story house, jammed chock a block full of twin beds everywhere, just enough space to walk between them. Maybe there were more staff, but I recall only a single nurse caring for probably 25-30 people. No resident was sitting or standing, all were in bed, most apparently sleeping but I suspect now many were unconscious. No oxygen machines, no PT equipment, and I would bet the restroom/bathroom was not anything beyond what the house was originally built with. I wasn't there at meal time, no idea how that would have, or could have worked.
I recall the stairway upstairs (where most of the residents were) was narrow and had a landing and 90 degree bend halfway up. No idea how anyone who went upstairs as a resident ever came back down. The house would not have been air conditioned then, it had to be an oven inside during the summer.
I don't recall any relative of mine going there, another better place in town did get a few, but back then, most of my relatives died at home or in the hospital.
That place was truly a nightmare, but nobody knew any better then, Hell they let third and forth graders go there to sing about Christmas . . . .
There was little or no regulation then, and people went where they could afford to go.
The place that sticks in my mind was an ordinary 2 story house, jammed chock a block full of twin beds everywhere, just enough space to walk between them. Maybe there were more staff, but I recall only a single nurse caring for probably 25-30 people. No resident was sitting or standing, all were in bed, most apparently sleeping but I suspect now many were unconscious. No oxygen machines, no PT equipment, and I would bet the restroom/bathroom was not anything beyond what the house was originally built with. I wasn't there at meal time, no idea how that would have, or could have worked.
I recall the stairway upstairs (where most of the residents were) was narrow and had a landing and 90 degree bend halfway up. No idea how anyone who went upstairs as a resident ever came back down. The house would not have been air conditioned then, it had to be an oven inside during the summer.
I don't recall any relative of mine going there, another better place in town did get a few, but back then, most of my relatives died at home or in the hospital.
That place was truly a nightmare, but nobody knew any better then, Hell they let third and forth graders go there to sing about Christmas . . . .
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