One of my grandparents survived tuberculosis, contracted via his father. His father died from it, and my grandpa spent much of his childhood in a sanatorium. He

One of my grandparents survived tuberculosis, contracted via his father. His father died from it, and my grandpa spent much of his childhood in a sanatorium. He lived to 97. A granduncle lost his leg to tuberculosis infection, and also spent his childhood in a sanatorium. He was declared an invalid in the 1920 census. However, he got an artificial leg and a cane (he refused to walk with a crutch), and became administrator for a sanatorium himself. Patient's accounts from the adults at the sanatorium (Vensmoen) are surprisingly positive. Despite the death and disability around them, they insisted they had a good time there, inspired by the companionship from other young people in the same situation, the competent concern from the doctors and the activities such as walks in the woods (naturally, not very long ones!). The children though... I haven't heard any happy stories from there. They definitively don't look very happy in pictures either. There are probably some parallels to Covid lockdown worth exploring.