kim_from_erdington
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I was sent by the "Give a girl health" fund in 1964 for 6 months.
The 3 pictures start with leaving for Davos in Birmingham Snow Hill, with the Red Cross nurse who accompanied us on the journey, first to London and after a night's rest there, by British Airways Trident to Zürich, then by train to Landquart and then by mountain train to Davos Dorf.
The picture of the sanatorium is from a postcard which I sent to say that I had arrived safely.
The group of boys was snapped by my dad when he came to visit shortly after an outbreak of head lice had brought in the barber to scalp most of us.
The stay in Davos was wonderfull! After a while I started to feel like a normal boy again as the illness magically receded.
I went back to Davos a few years ago as an adult and was shocked to see how the ski/tourism trade has spread across what I remember as a green and pleasant valley during our obligatory "liegi" each afternoon, where we were supposed to sleep for 2 hours out on the balcony, whatever the weather, with just 2 blankets and maybe a hot water bottle. Curiously the bit of German that I picked up during my stay sowed seeds which ultimately led to my living in Berlin and earning my keep as a translator. It was a life changing experience in many ways.
I was sent by the "Give a girl health" fund in 1964 for 6 months.
The 3 pictures start with leaving for Davos in Birmingham Snow Hill, with the Red Cross nurse who accompanied us on the journey, first to London and after a night's rest there, by British Airways Trident to Zürich, then by train to Landquart and then by mountain train to Davos Dorf.
The picture of the sanatorium is from a postcard which I sent to say that I had arrived safely.
The group of boys was snapped by my dad when he came to visit shortly after an outbreak of head lice had brought in the barber to scalp most of us.
The stay in Davos was wonderfull! After a while I started to feel like a normal boy again as the illness magically receded.
I went back to Davos a few years ago as an adult and was shocked to see how the ski/tourism trade has spread across what I remember as a green and pleasant valley during our obligatory "liegi" each afternoon, where we were supposed to sleep for 2 hours out on the balcony, whatever the weather, with just 2 blankets and maybe a hot water bottle. Curiously the bit of German that I picked up during my stay sowed seeds which ultimately led to my living in Berlin and earning my keep as a translator. It was a life changing experience in many ways.