2 Comments Posted by i_have_been_there

The town where I grew up in, Brentwood, was on the perimeter of the grounds. This was during the late 50's/early 60's. When I entered SUNY @ Farmingdale which taught mortuary science, I found out the patients who wilted away and died with no family to claim them were used by the mortuary department for "how-to embalm" training. My physics class was above the mortuary labs and only once did I venture down to see an embalming class in action. My fear of death and insanity had gone full circle from my days as an innocent child . . . I live with Pilgim to the west of me and CI to the east. The images haunt me to this day and I am now 54 years of age. I will never forget the horror I grew up with . . .

In the late 50's, early 60's, I lived 1 mile from this insanity. Me and my friends journeyed up a dirt road via bicycle and came upon the living dead masses. It's an image I cannot erase from my memory . . . . and one that has led to my partial insanity . . . . only if you have seen the emptiness in the patients eyes would you know what I am talking about . . . .