I was invited for a visit last year by somebody who works there. I actually met one of the former internees (an elderly black gentlemen) who was one of the patients who opted to stay, and still does some odd jobs around the museum and who makes himself available to researchers for interviews.
It's odd, because while I was there, there were photos from a leprosarium in Hawaii, and that triggered long buried memories of my aunt, a retired Army nurse, who had talked about visiting the Hawaiian leprosarium when I was a little kid. After visiting I tried to find more stuff online to read about it, but it's a phenomenon for which there is very, very little info available out there.
posted on 04/27/2011 5:13:02 PM PDT
by Joe 6-pack
(Que me amat, amet et canem meum)
To: Joe 6-pack
Look up Father Damien (Now St. Damien) of Kalaupapa on Molokai. This may be what you aunt talked about.
posted on 04/27/2011 9:11:05 PM PDT
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