New to this site. In 1968 I was at this sanitorium for asthma, I was there for a year and a half and without being melodramatic this probably saved my life. My parents could not afford to send me so from what I can gather most of it was paid for by the Red Cross. We as a family were living in Wales at the time, I was taken to Macynlleth, Mid Wales to meet a Red Cross representative called Mrs Reddish who took me to London where I was joined by a group of boys from the Midlands and we flew out to Zurich and then trained up to Davos. I was eight at the time, the boys were mostly around my age. After getting over the initial homesickness really this place was a boys paradise. We had two hours of school a day in the morning, could play as much football as we liked, went tabogganing in the winter, was taken on guided walks and really had a lot of fun, only downside was missing the family and having to lie on a veranda every day for two hours between 2pm and 4pm. We had injections on Fridays every week, suppositries quite often, fresh farm yogurt and milk but I never remember having an egg for the year and a half that I was there. There were boys of all nationalities and I became quite friendly with not only the English boys but also one or two German. Ice skating was another thing we did in the winter which was always good fun. The nurses were good and became like our serrogate mothers. It was lovely to have mail from home, it used to come as airmail. Some parents could afford to come out to see their children and they always used to make a fuss of all of us at the same time. My parents were surprised when I returned home that I spoke with a Birmingham accent but as I shared a room with two Brummies Eddie and David this was to be expected.
After catching this information you guys have posted I thought I would write this note. Thank you for the pictures as I have had trouble finding them.
I have waffled on enough - I hope this will be of interest to some of you.
Yours sincerely
Steve