How sad how the past is forgotten when those who lived it are gone. The old Lutheran Hospital, for me, is one such example. I have absolutely no recollection of this place existing, and I only discovered it after wondering about the writing above the door of the oldest part of the hospital. It’s interesting to see how the building progressed along Texas Avenue, and then hopped over to Jefferson, eventually taking up the whole block. It’s sort of sad that the memories of all of the hard work will one day be gone.
Nowadays, the hospital is owned by the same people as St. Alexius, and the famous school of nursing is still open. I believe it is largely empty.