Earlier Hospitals in Aldershot
The first military hospital in Aldershot was a wooden hutted structure, near the Garrison Church established for lunatics and infectious diseases as well as providing some family accommodation.
Secondly there was the Union Hospital at Wellington Lines. It was converted in the 1860s from a workhouse, the Union Poor House, which had originally been a private residence. It was small, but for the time, well-equipped. It closed shortly after the opening of the Cambridge Hospital.
Thirdly there was the Connaught Hospital at Marlborough Lines. Established in the second half of the 19th century, it was named after Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn and was for a while a specialist venereal disease hospital for 300 men. It was later a dental facility before it closed on 29 September 1973.
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