Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital

Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital

The Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital in Taplow, Buckinghamshire, was a pre-war civilian hospital and a centre for research into rheumatism in children. The hospital was closed in 1985 and lay derelict for more than two decades afterwards.

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Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital - Closure
... In the early 1980s the hospital was becoming increasingly redundant due to health authority budget cuts and certain functions being superseded by the nearby ... The closure of the hospital was announced in 1985 and it closed later that year ... quarters remained in use until 1988 and, until this time, the hospital grounds were patrolled by security guards ...

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