9 Comments Posted by Lorraine

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It's sad that many developmentally disabled people were sent to places like Willowbrook and Pennhurst. There were many that were incorrectly diagnosed. All they had wrong was a poor attention span that coloured their true iq score and hyperactive or Asperger Syndrome. They had to fight the label to get discharged.
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When visiting my grandmother (60&70;'s), pts would yell at us through the bars as we walked up. Hated this horrible place!! And yes horrible things went on here........................
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Agree totally with "a sad granddaughter". Those are the memories I have as I was a granddaughter as well. My grandmother died their in 79. Horrible memories visiting her and still gives me the chills when I hear that name!!
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My grandmother was there most of her adult life. I remember crying when we had to visit her as it was such an erie and dark place. The poor lost souls that lived thier lives there. Most of them would have lived productive lifes on medication today. My grandmother died due to complications there, as the nurse told my family to get her out of Pilgrim State. She later died in the hospital. I will always have haunting memories and still to this day, get the chills when i hear "Pilgrim State"
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Patricia, have you and the other women who were fortunate enough to have attended Eden Hall ever thought of starting a blog documenting your memories?
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Thank you, Mr. Motts. Thank you for preserving Eden Hall in pictures, even in its dilapidated state. I would have loved to have seen Eden Hall when it still functioned as a school and this beautiful chapel was still a House of God.
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V V, it was after reading your book that brought me to this site.
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Next to the empty altar, this is the saddest shot of them all.

A picture is indeed worth a thousand words.

Martha, how fortunate you were to have been able to go there.
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To demolish such beauty is a sin indeed.

Out of sight, out of mind; the Society of the Sacred Heart perhaps wanted to forget what they once were.

We could use Catholic boarding schools like this again.